#I can barely move how the hell could I sit with friends in a restaurant?

[eatyourdamnpears]

I was supposed to go out for margaritas with my high school friends for the first time tonight, and instead I woke up from a well-needed nap in so much pain and feverish. I hate chronic illness. I just want to be able to do things that normal people my age can do

[hyuckswoman]

mark and you arguing pt1

pt2

genre: angst (doesn’t have good ending but i can make a pt2)

summary: you don’t like how touchy one of your boyfriend’s friend is, when you try to tell him, he doesn’t listen

pairing: mark x y/n

“no mark you don’t understand and that’s fine, i never asked you to understand either way” you say putting your things down and closing your front door behind you 

earlier that night, you and mark were on a double date with his childhood friend and her situationship? you thought it was her boyfriend but seeing the dynamic up close you understood how wrong you were 

the date was going okay at first. since her situationship was so entertaining, it completed shifted your focus away from the fact that you had barely taked to your boyfriend ever since stepping foot inside of the restaurant, not only that but you had also failed to see how her hand was on mark’s forearm and didn’t look like it was going to move in any second. 

you’re not normally the jealous type but seeing how there’s been a few instances where she had stepped over the boundaries you put with your bf and when you told him about it he just shrugged claiming that “she’s an old friend, she’s bound to be…comfortable” you were apprehensive of the evening. 

and you were right to be! the whole evening was basically her flirting and eye fucking mark, cutting you off when you were speaking, barely paying any attention to her date i mean hell even YOU talked more to him than she did. 

the more the evening progressed the more you dread coming home, yea it meant she wouldn’t be here anymore but it also meant you having to be vocal about your feelings and a possible argument with mark because of course his friend could never be in the wrong 

“why are you being like this? each time we hang out with her you’re always mean and tense about it, i don’t get why you have a vendetta against her” you boyfriend says taking off his coat following you into the living room 

“it’s not like i don’t have a reason to have a vendetta against her mark, she was flirting with you all evening! and i don’t even understand why you’re picking a fight with me, i bit my tongue on purpose and didn’t tell you shit and wasn’t planning to just to avoid this so i’m having trouble understanding why we’re even having an argument right now” you say sitting on the sofa hoping he’ll let it go

but of course he doesn’t 

“oh so now i’m so scary and intimidating that you can’t communicate? and we’re having an argument because tonight, just like every night we’ve ever spend with her you were in a pissy mood. do you know how embarrassing it is to have to apologize for your behavior each time” mark says 

“no one asked you to apologize, i kinda think it’s crazy how you’ve never even taken the time to maybe wonder why i dislike her so much mark” you answer anger rising 

“i know why you’re like this, it’s because you’re jealous” your boyfriend answers

“i’m sorry? yea you’re gonna have to elaborate on this one” you say

“i don’t know maybe it’s because her and i get along or the fact that we were a thing for a short while maybe that makes you insecure or something” you boyfriend says ever so casually 

“what the fuck?? she doesn’t make me insecure i’m just tired of having to explain to you why it bothers me to see one of your friends eye fucking you while you let it happen. i can’t even have a man be in the same vicinity as me before you start to lose your shit mark. Like i really don’t care that you and her were a thing because you’re with me now so unless it’s an issue i need to worry about I don’t see why I’d be jealous? But if you’re gonna be mad at me for being in a ‘pissy’ mood i never want to hear you complain about any men apparently flirting with me ” you say getting up, if you see his face you might start to hit it at this point 

“I still don’t understand why you’re being so bitchy, if her and i were still dating, she would’ve never done this to me” mark says instantly regretting his words 

“So it is something i need to worry about then.. you know what? go date her or something i don’t care mark, maybe she’ll appreciate you acting like a dick” you say sighing. this argument honestly tired you, repeating the same things over and over again tired you but what could be done? 

you were starting to head upstairs to brush your teeth and head to bed when mark gripped your arm preventing you from leaving 

“let go mark” you ask tiredly 

“i’m sorry” he says apologizing 

“okay, now let go” you ask and he shakes his head no 

“please i’m tired i want to sleep let me go” you say as you forcefully remove your arm from his grip, if he wasn’t going to let you go, you’ll leave 

“we don’t go to sleep mad at each other” mark says still blocking your way 

“maybe sometimes we do, plus i’m not even mad at you now please move i want to brush my teeth and you’re blocking the path” you say 

“i’m sorry” mark says 

“i heard you the first time” you answer giving up on brushing your teeth settling to  find a place to sit in your shared house 

“talk to me, please” your boyfriend pleads 

“i have been talking to you mark! ever since the first hang out i told you how she would make backhanded comments about me, then told you how it made me uncomfortable how touchy she was with you, then told you i didn’t want to hang out with her anymore so you could go see her alone and i also told you how her eye fucking you and making me feel like i’m bothering you guys annoyed me. mark you just never listen, and since you don’t listen i sit back, bite my tongue and try my best to act nice but it’s not because she’s your friend that i’m going to let myself get walked over” you say as mark finally lets you in your bedroom where you just lay down to sleep 

“you’re right i’m sorry” mark says hugging your figure thankful that you still communicated despite his actions 

“no you’re not, you say this every time the proceed to do it all over again, anyway good night mark” you say turning so your back faces him just wanting to be done with the conversation because you were starting to feel bad for acting this way when you have every right to be upset. Mark on the other hand is biting his lip realizing that he seriously messed up and needs to make it right somehow. 

because he’d 100% rather never talk to that one friend than have you feel the way you’re feeling right now, at the end of the day, nobody compared to you and he now realized how little he’s been showing it to you 

[nomizombie]

boyfriend!König headcanons that have been on my mind…

[SFW/Wholesome/Fluff] ; random stuff ive been thinking about, SO MUCH FLUFF YOUR HEART WILL HURT, established relationship, gender neutral, no usage of y/n, not proofread

[A/N] ; love love LOVE the idea of all these things happening!! Also off topic but i feel like this boy needs more wholesome fanfics. Theres just too much smut for this sweet anxious guy :((

He doesnt move a muscle when you fall asleep on him. He just cant bare to wake you and your cute sleepy face! Hell sit there staring at you for hours until either he falls asleep or you wake up. You falling asleep on him just tells him that you feel so safe around him, especially when hes struggled with being so intimidating (the social anxiety and hood certainly dont help). Whether its at home on the couch, at a movie theatre, or just on the train back home, he just loves you so much he wish you would do it more often <3

You have a phobia and he comforts you. He immediately shields you or removes whatever thing youre scared of. He just cant handle seeing his liebling so terrified and vulnerable :(( he wants you to always feel safe around him, you would never have to worry about safety when hes around. Hes very loyal and is just as great a friend as he is a boyfriend :)

He would either have shoulder length hair or a super short fluffy buzzcut. No inbetween. If you ask him to grow/cut it, he wouldnt hesitate to find the nearest pair of scissors and whack it all off! (or vice versa…) he loves it when you play with his hair, and if its long, he doesnt mind you braiding or tying his hair in silly ways!!

Youre cold? Dont worry! König produces a lot of heat, let him share some of it with you! Hed give you his jacket, a thick padded one fit for surviving the Austrian winters and snug for you! Obviously his size means its huge on you but, he loves seeing you wearing his clothes. Its just another reminder of how small you are compared to him and he is absolutely obsessed with it.

You and him are having fun at a bar. He notices how drunk youre getting and pulls you away to go home before you hurt yourself or regret it in the morning. Unfortunately… the hangover hits hard and you are stuck on the bathroom floor, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back and holding your hair back as you vomit your insides into tje toilet bowl. He hates seeing yoi like this… sick and hungover. next time hes making you leave as soon as your words start slurring >:(

The movie is too scary!! Let him hold and cuddle you, jumpscare after jumpscare. You can shrink into his chest if youre scared. And dont worry about sleeping, nothing can hurt you if hes around. Of course hes just as scared as yuou, the movie was very well made afterall. But, he doesnt want you to be terrified, so hes here for you :) dont forget to give him cuddles too, he cant stop trembling as well!!!

Anniversary, valentines day, your birthday? Dont worry one bit! Hes already got it marked on his calendar, gift planned weeks in advance and the restaurant is already reserved. How could he ever disappoint an angel like you? This is the least he could do for all the love he receives for you!

Youre on your period? Dont even THINK about it. Hell be cuddling and snuggling you to warm you and calm your cramps. Cravings? Hes already on the way to the store :) you dont even have to tell him, hes already got your favourite snacks ready in a basket for you. Youre in pain all week! He hates seeing you like this… :(( who cares aboit the mood swings as long as youre nuzzled in his size, using his warm arms to stifle the chills running down your spine.

Its raining and you only have one umbrella. He would hold it for you, making sure that its his shoulder thats getting wet, not yours. Lest you fall sick and he has to stay home and take care of you for days :(( (not that hes complaining, he’ll take any opportunity to pamper and spoil you!)

Hes just gotten home from work after a bad day. As soon as he sees you, he feels just a little better, especially while resting his head on your chest and listening to your soft breaths on repeat. It could be on the couch, in bed or just while standing in the hallway, some physical touch from you always recharges his batteries :))

dividers by @mmadeinheavenn !! :)

Tysm for reading!! :) my requests are always open, feel free to ask me anything or request a drabble/fic!

[nokkihy]

DISENGAGED

WARNINGS; angst, cussing, emotional unavailable (correct me if im wrong pls i cant rly tell thank you 🙏🏾) miles, miles and reader can drive!!!

PAIRINGS; miles42 x black!fem reader

AUTHORS NOTE; first time writing angst in a while 🤞🏾

miles has had a hard time expressing his feelings to you since you could remember. you were best friends before dating, and you still couldn’t get miles to crack at all. not one word, not one reaction to your words. you understood, it was too early in your relationship. you and miles had been dating for nearly 2 years, 7 years as friends.

‘its just too early.’ you would tell yourself everytime miles would avoid talking to you about his feelings. you were just barely scraping by in your relationship now, and on top of that miles had prowler business so he would always be missing out on dates or not texting you back for hours on end.

y/n

miles, wya?

you standing outside the arcade, the arcade the two of you would go to as kid and have the time of your life. you nervously tapped your foot on the pavement infront of the building and moved your hair as it blew in your face.

…

your heart picks up as you see the three grey bubbles appear on your screen, waiting for miles messages.

..nothing. the bubbles disappeared, and you sigh, shaking your head and walking to your car. you open the door and just sit in the drivers seat, laying your head on the steering wheel. a high pitched ding comes from your phone a few minutes later and you check it, seeing miles’ contact name come up.

miles 🧍🏽‍♀️💜

wonmakeitsrry

read at 8:59

you felt like screaming as you read the message. this is the 3rd time he’s cancelled on you last minute this week, and this was a date he planned. you just read the text over and over again, getting even more frustrated by the rushed message typed all in one word and a half assed apology. fucking unbelievable.

you toss your phone on the passenger seat and buckle up, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back to your house, not bothered to even play music because of your bad mood.

when you pull up to the curb you park and get all of your things, getting out of the car and locking the door. you get your keys out of your pocket and unlock the door, taking your shoes off and walking into your room, not wanting to bother your parents or siblings with your early arrival.

you’re slumped on your bed, reading back over all of your text messages of this past week with all of the canceled dates and dry text messages from miles.

2 days ago

y/n

you still coming to the bowling alley? i already got the food ordered and your shoes 😋

miles 🧍🏽‍♀️💜

prowler buisness. wont be there.

y/n

oh, ok

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4 days ago

miles 🧍🏽‍♀️💜

wont make it to dinner.

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you groan, sick of seeing how miles would ditch you last minute for his prowler business or would just cancel for no reason. you remember for dinner you got all dressed up, made reservations for a restaurant thats hard to get into, wearing a purple because you know it was his favorite color, just for him to text you that he wasn’t coming as you pulled into the parking lot.

‘hes just busy. it’s fine.’ you told yourself as you pull out of the parking lot again, driving back home without thinking anything of it.

you were sick of it. sick of him ditching you, apologizing, and doing the same thing over again. you closed your phone and got up, putting on pajamas and a bonnet, heading to sleep.

an hour later, you were awakened by a knocking on your window. who the hell was at your window at 10pm? you roll over to face it, seeing none other than your boyfriend miles, wearing pajama pants and the black brooklyn hoodie you got him for his birthday as he looked at your from his spot out the window.

“what are you doing here?” miles ignores your question and walks through your window when you open it, sitting on your bed.

“hello? are you gonna answer or just ignore me after letting yourself into my house?” you ask, a hint of attitude in your voice that miles picks up, looking you up and down.

“watch that attitude f’me, ma.” he says, finally making eye contact with you and giving you a challenging look.

“so thats the first thing you wanna say to me after canceling for the 3rd time this week? nah, dont come into my house with that shit, miles.” you spat back, holding back all the frustration that you have pent up so you dont lash out on miles. he sighs, looking over to the side and standing up.

“we’ve talked about this already and i’ve apologized, can we just forget it?” he takes your hands in his and looking into your eyes. you scoff, shaking your head and taking your hands away from miles’.

“’m not just gonna forget about this shit, miles! you cant just expect me to keep coming back when you’re about you shutting me out and blowing me off all the time. im trying really hard to make this work and its like you dont care. please, miles. just let me it.” you’re basically on the verge of begging as you finish talking, not able to even make eye contact with miles. because if you do, you know you’ll end up sobbing in his arms.

“y/n, i just.. can’t. i can’t.” he says, looking down at the floor and blinking, so many thoughts running through his head. he doesn’t wanna lose you. he knows he just cant quit being the prowler, but he knows that if he keeps doing it, he’s gonna lose you.

“if you can’t tell me, im gone miles. i can’t do this anymore.” your voice is breaking up, tears making their way up to make your eyes glossy. you dont wanna do it. you dont wanna lose him; but you know that this whole relationship is just you being hurt over and over again by miles. he doesn’t mean do it, he loves you so much, too much.

its good for the both of you.

“y/n, please. i can’t lose you like this.” he looks up at you, taking a small step towards you in attempt to give you a hug. you step back and his heart shatters into pieces.

“im sorry..” you mutter, tears dropping trom your eyes when you glance up at miles and look at his broken expression as he goes to your window. you look away from him, closing your eyes in effort to stop the tears. but they keep coming and coming. the sound of rushed walking is heard and silence follows afterwards.

you look back over to the window, seeing miles is gone. you close the window, sitting down on your bed and wiping the tears falling from your face. a text dings from your phone and you check it, seeing miles contact name for the second time tonight.

miles 🧍🏽‍♀️💜

im sorry, y/n. im so sorry.

read at 10:29

[tojisun]

🧸Toji Fushiguro is an interesting friend…

🧸Toji will casually walk into your house, rummage your fridge, & fix himself a snack BEFORE he’s says hello

🧸 Toji will randomly appear in your home. Sometime you’ll come home to hear him in the shower or see him sleeping on your couch or exercising in your living room

🧸 One day Toji started leaving a envelope filled with a wad of cash for “his rent” on the table at the first of every month wait you don’t remember him moving him

🧸 Before you know it, you & Toji frequently hang out together it’s almost like y’all are dating

🧸 Toji starts referring to your home as “our home” out of no where. What’s yours is automatically his too and vice versa. This is non-negotiable

🧸💍 And before he knows it: Toji Fushiguro is sitting in a restaurant with his family. He’s happily watching the sight in front of him. Megumi, his 2 yr old son, bonding with his future mom a.k.a Toji’s pregnant fiancée over the his favorite tv show. Toji just cannot believe how lucky he is to finally have peace. To have someone as patient and understanding. For his son to potentially grow up in a stable household. Toji’s not sure why or how he became so blessed, but he’s swears on his 6 pack that he will fight to keep this little slice of heaven on Earth

OMGNSJDJS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

im just imagining the transition from you two being roommates to becoming couple and it’s making me lose my mind ngl 😭

“hey, did you know we were dating?” toji asks, his voice breaking the silence between you two. the rerun of an old episode of some cartoon served as white noise while you and toji went about your businesses — him, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, and you, head buried on a book.

you look up from your place on the beanbag, your eyes narrowed in confusion as you turned to toji who’s laying on the sofa that he could barely fit in, his long legs dangling from the armrest. he peers up at you from his phone and wiggles his eyebrows at you as he smiles, his scarred lips dancing in mirth.

“we were?” you ask, confused.

toji turns his phone towards you as if you can see the tiny screen given the distance between you two. “yeah,” he says. “gojo’s askin’ why we didn’t tell them the news.” he turns his phone to himself again after that before tapping at his screen.

“what’d you say?” you managed to get out, shutting your book close and belatedly realizing you forgot to mark the page you were on.

toji shrugs. how he managed to do that while being squished on the sofa, you do not know. you hum, distracted.

sure you and toji were close — too close, some of your mutual friends would say — but you always assumed it was normal because you and toji have been friends for years now. three years in university, where you two first met, and three years more after finding each other in tokyo — something you didn’t even think was possible because after graduation, you and toji went on your separate ways.

but it’s not like your friends did anything less. hell, you even walked in on shoko — shirtless and only reduced in booty shorts and her sports bra — sitting on suguru’s lap while she put eyeliner on him. you didn’t even bat an eye at the display because that had been normal for all of you guys. so you wonder why was sharing a flat with toji, sharing clothes with toji, and having you two cook for each other was dubbed as too intimate.

you pause, mind reeling a little bit because now that you thought about it—

“oh,” toji says, breaking through your ruminating. “i said we wanted to take things slow.”

you blink, your heart stuttering in your chest. you turn to toji, your lips parted in surprise.

“huh?”

“well, you know.” you do not know. “i was thinking about it and it’s not a bad idea for us to date.” it isn’t?

“it isn’t?” you repeat, this time out loud.

toji sits up from the sofa. “it isn’t.” his eyes are serious as they gazed at you. “wanna make it official? us two?”

“oh,” you utter, breathless. “sure.”

toji smiles, his gaze turning soft. “really?”

“yeah,” you say, this time feeling your own lips tugging in a smile. “i’d love that.”

“me too,” he whispers before he is standing up to cross the distance between you two, kneeling down in front of you, his face inches away from yours. you look into his eyes, see the question, and in reply, you cross the minimal distance and slot your lips with his.

toji’s lips wobble from where they are pressed to yours, before his hands cup your cheeks, angling his head better, and then devouring you; devoting all of his piled up love for you into this moment. into this kiss.

you gasp, rattled from the desperation of his touch, before kissing back just as passionately.

when your eyes close, your skin breaking out in goosebumps, you wonder: how long had he been waiting for this?

(“too long,” toji would tell you later, his chest pressed on your back. your cheeks would warm up and you would hide your face behind your palms as toji chuckles, his shoulders shaking and his deep voice reverberating between your naked bodies. “and you’re so damn worth every second.”)

[here4kpopfics]

I Can Do Better | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x (f)reader

Genre: Smut. Porn with the smallest plot.

AU: friends to fwb, coworkers 

Wordcount: 2,639

Summary: Your boyfriend of two years just dumped you and you're angry and sad. So get hammered with your coworker at his place and eat bad food and watch trash TV. Which leads to some interesting conversations.

Warnings: Drinking. Fingering. Thigh riding. The good stuff.

Rating: M / 18+

AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURE IN EXISTANCE. There was a conversation about fingers and somehow we got here. Thank you to @playmetheclassics​ for beta reading AND @classicseffects​ making me a gorgeous perfect banner and divider.😘

and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. It’s greatly appreciated. 💜

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How the hell did I get here?

That’s the question you’ve asked yourself at least four times in one night. 

Your boyfriend of two years decided to take you on a date, a great one. A great restaurant, a trip to your favorite arcade, and an ice cream afterwards. It was perfect. 

Except when he dropped you off at your apartment and broke up with you, saying he had a job offer overseas and didn’t want to do a long distance relationship. He barely gave you a chance to respond before he left you at your doorstep, completely dumbfounded. 

You don’t even remember choosing not to go into your apartment and instead getting in your car, stopping at the liquor store and buying whatever was cheap and strong. You don’t recall getting back in the car, driving another ten minutes, parking in the guest lot, storming your way to a door and slamming on it until it opened. 

That’s when you first asked the question as your best work friend, Jimin, opened the door, glaring daggers at you. 

“Why the hell are you slamming on my door, y/n?”

Your only response was to lift the bag of alcohol toward him. “We’re going to drink all of this. I have Thai food being delivered here in seventeen minutes.” 

You don’t let him respond, having to squeeze between him and the doorway to get inside, sitting on the floor in front of the couch, pulling out the bottles and mixers. You ignore the heavy sigh coming from the smaller man as he drags himself to the kitchen, grabbing two cups and sits down next to you. 

“Are you going to tell me why we’re drinking on Thursday night?”

You nod, finishing up a horrible concoction that was sure to hit quickly. 

“Taehyung broke up with me.”

“Oh.” you miss his wide eyes as you start working on the same concoction for him. 

“Yep. He got a job out of the country, and decided two years wasn’t worth at least trying long distance and peaced out before I could say anything. Next thing I know, I’m here.” Your phone pings, and you look at it briefly, getting up. 

“Food is here. Perfect timing, here’s your drink.” You hand him the drink and hurry to the door to accept the food. 

When you return, Jimin’s already moved everything off the coffee table and made space for the abundance of food you barely remember ordering. You leave the food with him, making your way to the kitchen to grab extra napkins and utensils. 

It’s not until you finally sit back down and help divide up the food that he finally speaks again. 

“Wait, didn't you have a date tonight?”

It’s at this you snort a laugh, not caring if it’s attractive or not. 

“Oh yeah. It was perfect too.” You nod, stuffing your face with whatever was in front of you. “Good food, then to the arcade we always went to when we started dating, ice cream, and then bam, dumped.” 

You take a deep swig of your drinking, sticking your tongue out in disgust at the flavor. “But hey. What a way to make it memorable, right?” 

“I guess…are you going to be okay?” He’s a little hesitant, having only ever experienced you acting like you were fine, leaning heavily into the sarcasm when you were livid when at work having a customer scream in your face about something that was their fault. 

You finally look at Jimin, and put on the best smile you can, knowing you both know it’s fake.

“I have to be. What’s done is done according to him, so I have no other option but to get over it.”

“It still meant something to you, y/n. That’s two whole years. You can’t just tell yourself you’re fine after two-.” 

“Hey, Jimin?” you interrupt, lazily pointing your chopsticks at him. “I appreciate it, I do, that you’re trying to get me to feel feelings and process them like a healthy adult. I love that about you, truly.” You ignore his blush and continue. 

“But that’s not why I came here. I came here to get drunk, eat delicious takeout, and watch something shitty on the tv with you to forget this happened. Can we do that instead? Process emotions later? Please?”

He watches you for a second, trying to figure out if he should push further, but decides against it. Silently nodding and handing you the remote. You mumble a thank you and scroll through whatever streaming platform he was already on.

You both settle on a ridiculous reality tv show about hot people living together, you have no idea what the show's point is, but you two become somewhat invested the more you drink. 

The second time you ask yourself the question is two hours and many cups of your horrible drink mixture later. You and Jimin are still sitting on the floor, backs against the couch and both shit-talking one of the contestants, if that’s what they even are. 

You lean your head against the seat of the couch as Jimin spews some nonsense about how unrealistic and fabricated the drama in the show is. You giggle, turning your head so you can see Jimin. 

God, he’s pretty. Perfect jaw, perfect lips, perfect eyes, perfect smile, perfect hair, those perfect lips again. 

“Ugh, here they go again, those idiots.” You snap out of your intrusive thoughts and turn your focus back to the tv. The horrible female contestants are sitting around drinking and talking about men they’ve slept with, or more specifically, their fingers. 

One girl starts going on about the importance of long fingers providing better orgasms and another debates back that it’s actually the thickness that matters. You start to zone out, not catching yourself thinking out loud in time. 

“Tae has long fingers…”

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes widen, keeping them locked on the screen that is now paused. 

“I didn’t say anything.” You lie, but he’s already shifting to look at you. 

“No, I’m pretty sure you said something about your now ex’s fingers.” He smirks at your glaring expression toward him. 

“Well, he does. He has long fingers. And sure as hell knew how to use them.” Why you’re defending or better yet, bragging, about your now ex boyfriend is beyond you, but you feel the need to do it anyway. 

“I’m sure he did.” He scoffs, taking another swig of the gross beverage. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, y/n, that the length of someone’s fingers means nothing. It’s all about what you do with them. And, I remember you drunkenly telling me about him fumbling and you having to fake it a few times with him.” 

“I did not! I’ve never faked it with him!” 

He leans back against the couch, laughing, twisting his head to meet you, glaring at him. “Why are you glaring at me?”

“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.”

He laughs again. “Aish, you’re delusional, y/n.” 

“Like you could do any better? Your fingers are half the length of his. Your pinky is like a stub.” You cross your arms and turn back to the screen at the sudden silence, ignoring how he looks at you. 

A second later, he gets up, walking in front of you and into the kitchen. You can hear the sound of water for a moment before he makes his way back, this time sitting on the couch directly behind you. You lean your head back, resting it against his crossed legs as his fingers trace your jawline, sending shivers down your spine. 

The third time you ask yourself how you got here is when he finally leans down enough that his lips barely brush over yours. 

“I can do better.” He whispers, lifting his head up just enough that your eyes lock on to one another, his asking for permission and yours giving it with a slight nod and twist of the head to grant him better access. His lips mold against yours in a slow but very needy kiss, his fingers still tracing your jaw and down your neck to your collarbone. 

He finally pulls away, tapping your arm twice, and you immediately twist to be on your knees facing him. He slides his legs down to rest on the floor with you sitting in between them, hands bringing your face up to meet his lips again. His tongue playfully licks across your lips and you open up, allowing him entry to devour you, moaning around him all the while. Your hands sliding up his inner thighs. He pulls away, giving you one last kiss before smiling down at you.

“Stand up, princess.” He demands it so confidentially while still sounding like the perfect prince. You stand up, his hands dragging down your waist as you stand until they rest on your hips. He looks up at you, eyes sparkling as he grins something sinister. 

“Lift your dress for me.” The command is barely a whisper as his hands move under your dress to your ass, squeezing just enough to make you bring your hips forward as you lift the skirt of your dress to reveal your lace underwear. 

The sigh he lets out at the sight of the lace is enough to cause a whole new flood of arousal to soak your underwear. He kisses just above the waistband of the lacey lingerie, one hand slipping down to the back of your thigh while the other runs up and along your stomach, dipping down over the lace. 

His thumb slides down to your center, running up and down your folds through your underwear, gawking at the wet sounds you’re already making.

“Fuck, that guy is an idiot for breaking up with this.” He murmurs before burying his face in between your legs, rubbing his nose against the damp spot. You whisper a few curse words, forcing yourself to continue to remove your dress. He pulls away from your center, leaning back against the couch, almost dazed by the matching lace bra that you remove along with the ruined underwear. 

“Get the fuck over here, princess. I need to show you what a real orgasm is.”

You swallow nervously as you straddle his lap, yelping when one of his hands comes down to smack your ass. He brings your hips down to his, guiding yours to grind against him, soaking his pajama pants in the process. His lips find your neck and you whimper as he marks you across your neck and collarbone. 

“Fuck, Jimin, please.” Your voice strains out as you continue rutting against him, whimpering every time your clit touches the now wet fabric.

“Please what, princess? What do you need?” He buries his face in your neck, panting against your skin.

“Anything. Something. Fuck.” Your fingers tangle in his hair, needing something to hold on to. Jimin just smirks into your neck, using both hands to roughly grind you against him. You cry out, feeling the tightness in your core when he abruptly stops. 

“What the fuck? Why’d you stop?” 

He brings his face back, admiring your flustered expression for a moment as he repositions you both. Suddenly you’re facing away from him and he’s made it so you’re only straddling one of his thighs, removing his pajama pants in the process but leaving his briefs. Before you can reach down to help him relieve any tension from the massive bulge below you, he’s lightly pushing between your shoulder blades, easing you to lean forward until you can basically rest your arms on the coffee table. 

He slips a hand between you both, halting any movement from you. He uses his middle and ring finger to spread your arousal everywhere, smothering your bundle of nerves in it, before returning back to your entrance where he slips the two fingers in without warning. You gasp, pressing further down on his fingers as he curls them in an upside-down come hither motion. 

“You’re going to fuck yourself on my fingers and my thigh, princess. Think you can do that?” 

You nod quickly, desperate for any kind of friction, almost jumping when he adds his index as well. His other hand begins guiding your hips against his thigh and it’s suddenly a whole new experience when it’s his skin against your clit and not the fabric.

You continue grinding against his thigh, clit rubbing against skin with every pull forward and fingers sinking deeper with every roll back, a moaning mess the entire time. Every pull forward, his fingers curl into a claw, pressing against your walls, while every roll back he straightens them out and spreads them as wide as they can go, flexing the muscles in his thigh simultaneously. You both know you’re not going to last long, clenching around his fingers and losing your previously steady rhythm.

“Gonna come for me, princess? Gonna come all over these fingers you think are too small?” His voice is teasing and you nod frantically, but shake your head right after.

“Not too small, fuck, anything but too small. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“He ever make you feel like this?” He asks more seriously, waiting until you pull forward to shove his fingers in even deeper as you roll back. Your groan is deep within you, desperate to be free. 

“No.” is all you can bring yourself to respond with. You can almost see the smug smile on his perfect face. 

“Good. Come for me, y/n. All over my fingers, like a good girl.” 

On command, and with one final push forward and back onto his fingers, you’re coming around them, clenching down as you reach that perfect high. He doesn’t stop though, holding you still as he fucks his three fingers in you harder than before. You scream his name as his fingers coax out an immediate second orgasm that’s smaller than the first, but still as strong. 

When you finally still yourself and catch your breath, you roll onto your back on the couch, watching him palm his erection through his underwear as he licks his fingers. 

And that’s when you ask yourself the question for the fourth time. 

How the hell did I get here?

You wait until he’s almost done cleaning yourself off him when you finally speak again. 

“What the hell just happened?” You close your legs, starting to reach for your dress, when the hand that just tortured two orgasms out of you lands on your knee, slowly reopening your legs. 

“You insulted my abilities and I had to prove you wrong.” His hand slides down your thigh again, squeezing the muscles along the way. You don’t stop him. 

“But I just got out of a relationship.”

“I wasn’t asking you to be my girlfriend, princess. There’s a difference.” He takes a sharp breath staring at the mess he’s made of you between your legs, palming himself even more. 

“And, I don’t mind being a rebound if it’s with you. I can make you feel good if that’s all you need from me.” His eyes dart up to yours, completely serious about his offer.

“No strings?”

“None whatsoever.” He grins, and you use your foot to press against his erection through his underwear, earning a grunt from him. 

“Okay. Make me feel good, Jimin.” You whisper, pressing your foot down harder. 

“Your wish is my command, princess.” He quickly gets the words out as he stands up, picking you up bridal style and rushing to his bed. 

You both know you’ll wake up tomorrow regretting it and questioning your friendship, but that’s not important now. What’s important is the way he made you forget all about your stupid breakup with just his fingers and the curiosity of what else he’s capable of.

Hope you liked it. Happy birthday to my little squish Jimin. 🥰

[ooshu]

mark lee / angst prompt requested by @emvrd [see notes below!] 🎧 inspired by out like a light the honeysticks, ricky montgometry

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“mark?”

“mmh?” he hummed.

“why’d you have to make it so difficult?”

mark slowly stopped eating his truffle. he put the fork down and grabbed the napkin. he wiped his mouth and reached for the glass. he may have mistaken the sauvignon blanc as water, but sure as hell he drowned it in one go.

“what do you mean?” he asked. you can see he’s pretending to be dumbfounded. you, on the other hand, could no longer pretend to keep up with his games.

“this, mark.” you pointed at the extravagant cuisines sitting in front of you.

all for you, mark thought. only for you.

“why? is it wrong to take an old friend out?” mark titled his chin a bit to the side, almost sounding so condescendingly. “just like old times?”

you stared at him, speechless. you looked straight into his eyes, searching for more answers. but he tears his gaze away, anywhere but at your face.

then mark poured your glass another drink, just the adequate amount. you reached for yours and waited for him to fill his. then much to your surprise, he poured his glass almost to the brim. chuckling, he carefully lifted the glass and took a sip, then a gulp, releasing an “ah!”; ever so satisfied with how the wine plays with his defenses.

silenced filled your table, only the people chatting around are audible in this fancy restaurant. he texted you earlier “the usual?”. and when it took you long enough to respond, he followed up:

unknown | 3:45pm

i’ll be waiting.

please?

and so you showed up where he first took you out on a date, and then the next, and the next appointments that kind of failed because he was not able to confirm the reservation but still, he managed to pull it through by tipping the waiter largely just to be the next person to be sitting on your usual table. now, everything feels like deja vu.

“you know what day it is today?” you broke the painful silence. neither one of you has barely talked during the course of the meal. you felt that both of you were carefully watching each other, on how you would react to this soiree mark had in mind.

and your question abruptly dropped earlier has made mark bite his lips; too careful on his next words until he decided that no longer speaking could do its best for now.

“lost track of time.” he mumbled.

“it’s the fourteenth.”

“really?” mark’s voice pretended to be shocked, but his face say otherwise. he kept twirling his truffle. every movement he makes your leg twitch. you felt nervous, almost suffocating.

you tapped your fingers on the table. mark looked unfazed. you did not notice that the once fully poured glass is now empty. just how much did he drink for only twenty minutes? why were you here? why specifically during this day-

you couldn’t handle it any longer.

so you hurriedly reached for your bag and brought out your wallet. you opened yours and mark saw bills landing at the center of the table. he watched your next move with wide eyes open.

“my share.” you said while standing up from your seat. “thanks for tonight, mark.”

“you…” you almost choked at your words, trying to suppress the tears that were about to fall down. “you take care of yourself for me, please?” you smiled. “i mean it, mark.” a chuckle left your lips. “don’t hurt yourself any longer, okay?”

and just like that, mark watched you leave him for the hundredth time.

you exited the restaurant.

you wait just in front. but fuck, it was fucking freezing.

needless to say the rain griefs with you. and you took it as a sign to cry and let your once whimpers be roaring cries as the thunders sing with you. but nothing could help you from aimlessly calling for cabs, only turned out to be occupied. you bit your fingernails to come back to your senses; you need a little touch to get you back on the ground.

just when you’re slowly going back to reality, you saw the door behind you open, and there he was, a bit stumbling yet standing beside you, staring at the rain that isn’t stopping at any time.

you watched mark open his palm and catch the raindrops with his hand. it lasted for a good couple of seconds. then he asked,

“you showed up.”

you didn’t answer.

“but i knew you weren’t going to show up”, he continued, almost faintly. “and fuck, i desperately hoped you weren’t.”

you were confused.

“then why the fuck did you text me?”

“because i was just going to prove to myself that you weren’t coming back.”

you looked at mark. he was wiping his tears away. “so don’t ask me why i’m the one who’s making it difficult.”

“oh, this is bullshit.” you sneered.

“i know.”

“but i’ll always show up for you, mark.”

“fuck.” mark ran his hand through his now damp hair. “see?!”

you chuckled. you don’t know why you find this amusing. he stared at you, trying to pick up what was going on.

“that’s what you get for fucking it up big time, markie.”

“guess i deserved that.”

“yeah…”

time slipped a little slowly. you enjoyed a familiar warmth standing beside you. it was just like one of those days where the two of you would sit on the porch of his grandmother’s house and just stare at the moon and wish for some little sparks to slip in between your daily mundanes. and while you stare at the rain, painting the entrance of skyscrapers with dampness, mark looked at you intently. he was holding himself back from saying that he still loves you. too early, he realized. and if he had to take these little steps for you to still show up, he would take the bit of demise;

you’re worth the wait and pain, after all.

then finally, a cab stopped for you. the rain slowly starting to die down.

“that’s me.”

you greeted the cab driver and told your whereabouts. but just when you opened the door, you heard mark saying “wait!” from behind.

you turned around, you eyes landed at his, waiting for his next words.

“i’ll see you again, right?” mark asked carefully. his eyes glimmered again with hope, but with so much concern. if he could dig the depths of the world to find answers on how he could take you back, he would. because a part of his will always be yours, even though by the time you’ve already decided to walk away from what he has done and what he will do—just anything to make you his love wholly again.

“i’ll see you again.” he repeated. but this time, with only much firmness. and he’s more than willing to tip off a large sum just to get you back seated on the table you and mark both shared; just like on this gloomy, yet supposed-to-be special day.

and you nodded.

but you were not sure if you did it obviously or if it was just all in your head. nevertheless, you said:

“happy anniversary, markie.”

- thank you, @emvrd, for requesting this! i enjoy writing about lingering old feelings. glad you're in the same department! i hope this is what you're going for. all the love!

prompt/request reveal by @emvrd!

Hello! You probably got tons of request but if you have the time.. please write something about "you're not mine anymore but im still a little bit yours" kinda trope with mark or hyuck hahaha i heard the lyrics in a song and i immediately remembered ur angst fics haha! Looking forward to it 😘

[cheetahsixx]

One with Vince where him and the female reader go on a Valentine’s Day weekend getaway

Bahamas Bliss (Vince Neil x f!reader)

genre: fluff

sypnosis: You and Vince had been dating for about a year now. You’ve been pretty solid and for Valentine’s day he had quite the surprise(s) for you.

After your Valentine’s day dinner, you two have returned back home.

He hands you an envelope as you set down your car keys.

“what’s this?” you look at him puzzled and he just smiles “just open it”

You find two pieces of paper and you pull them out as you read the writing. They were plane tickets…. to… you gasp “we’re going to the Bahamas??” you say excitedly

“hell yeah baby!!” Vince says as he opens his arms for you with a wide smile. To this, you rush into his embrace and even jump a bit. “what the fuck vince!!” you say, but happily of course.

Your flight was the very next day so you took all night to pack. It was only a 3 day getaway but regardless, you were thankful.

The next morning was all a blur. You awake and rush to the airport to fly on Vince’s private jet to the Bahamas. During the flight you and Vince chatted and shared champagne.

“Theres a lot more surprises coming your way babe” he smirks as your eyes widen “seriously? you spoil me too much Vin”

he smiles as he rests his hand on your thigh sweetly, “it’s what I love to do baby”

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Upon arrival to your beach cabana by the sea, you’re greeted to a bedroom with rose petals in the shape of a heart on the bed. You smile warmly and turn to Vince, putting your hands around his neck “I just love you”

he smiles and pecks kisses on your neck leading to your lips “I love you more honey. We have dinner reservations on the beach in about two hours, wanna get ready?”

you nod and begin to unpack some dresses, wondering what else the night could bring.

Once you were ready you both headed out and walked to the beach. You see a single table set by and it being surrounded by candles and more flowers. You look at Vince puzzled “It wasn’t a restaurant?” he smiles “no babe, had them set this all up” he motions for you to go sit and you kiss his cheek before sitting at the table.

There were custom menus with some of your favorite dishes. You noticed some of the names of things had to with memories between you and Vince. There was “Dashing Tequila” because you two met in a bar and before you spoke to him, you told your friends there was a dashing man drinking tequila across from them.

Then there was chicken tenders and fries named “im a 2 year old” because on your first date Vince took you to a diner and you ordered chicken tenders and fries. He teased you about it and your response was “sorry, im a 2 year old”

You smile and threaten to get emotional as you truly realize how much detail was placed into this trip. When you look up from the menu, Vince isn’t in front of you anymore… he’s down on one knee.

“Wh- Vince…” your mouth hangs slightly open in shock

“Y/n…. you are quite the woman..” he laughs, the nerves apparent in his voice as he continues, “6 months into this fairly new relationship, I have known you were the one. I can’t imagine going on in my life without you by my side. You are the most gorgeous, intelligent, and loving human I’ve ever known. And if you’d allow me…. I’d love to make you my wife. So, Will you marry me?” he finishes, smiling.

You can barely contain your emotions now as sweet tears run down your cheeks and you have your hands covering your mouth from shock. You nod and you both get up as you say “God Vin- yes i’ll fucking marry you what the hell” you say as he chuckles. The way you managed to react to things in shock while being thankful always amused him.

He slipped the ring on your finger and it fit perfectly. It was a dainty band with a giant rock of a diamond as the jewel. It glistened every time it ever so slightly moved and you could not stop staring at it. “Vince it’s so beautiful… thank you” you say as you finally make eye contact with him and you immediately embrace him.

You two embrace each other for quite some time until he pulls away and kisses you sensually. “I love you so much, darling. I can’t wait to make you my wife” he says as you blush and sit down at the table again.

“You’re insane. How am I supposed to have a normal dinner now with this huge rock on me?” he laughs at this and smiles at you “get used to doing more than just dinner with a huge rock on your finger babe”

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hope you guys likeee<3 please check out my other posts and boost please!! :) Also this was slightly inspired by how Nikki proposed to Courtney;) 💍💖

[biaswreckingfics]

changmin tbz + #75 from drabbles

thank youuuuuuu

Changmin + Suggestive -aka getting felt up in public-

(I think I've made my intentions clear.)

Changmin and you sit in a booth across from Chanhee and Sunwoo. Their conversation had started to bore you nearly five minutes ago, but they're showing zero signs of changing it anytime soon. You try to keep your focus on them, but naturally, your eyes start to drift and wander. You barely notice you are doing it until a weight comes to rest on your thigh.

Glancing down, you see Changmin's hand resting there, and once again, you quickly lose interest. Not in Changmin specifically, but in his hand just sitting there. You begin to pick at the table in front of you when Changmin's hand starts rubbing your thigh soothingly. Knowing him, he has picked up on your boredom and is trying to placate you for the moment. What you don't expect, however, is for his hand to start pushing toward the inside of your thighs.

Thinking he wants to tuck a hand between them like he normally does, you open your legs a little and allow his hand to fall deeper in between your thighs. At first, you think that's it, but once he starts moving his hand back and forth, closer to the apex of your thighs, you eye him carefully.

What on earth does he think he's doing? You're in a restaurant. Across the table from his friends. Literally, anyone could walk up to you and see where his hand is and where it apparently plans on going.

Changmin doesn't glance your way. He continues the conversation without missing a beat while his hand continues to creep up higher. You adjust in your seat, wondering if you should stop this or see how far he's willing to go. Normally, Changmin isn't one for PDA, but clearly, something has got him going.

After another minute, his moves become bolder. His hand slides straight up, rubbing against you in a way that has you shifting in your seat. You try to act normal and remain calm, but how the hell are you going to do that when his palm and fingers are grinding your pants against your sweetest spot?

A whimper threatens to escape your throat, but you swallow it down and hope no one notices the change in your breathing pattern. When you try to move your body away from his hand, he follows you and continues the attack. You do your best to keep it together until you notice a moment in the conversation where Sunwoo and Chanhee are paying attention to each other and not the two of you.

You lean over and hiss in his ear. "What are you doing?"

He looks at you in amusement. "I think I've made my intentions pretty clear, but if you need me to break it down for you - I'm keeping you entertained until I can take you home and really play with you."

You're shocked by his brazen attitude and also absurdly turned on. His words, paired with his hand, make you want to cut off Sunwoo and Chanhee, drag Changmin out of the diner, and pull him into the backseat of his car. There's not a single part of you that thinks you can make it back to either of your places with the way his hand is working you.

Hmm… maybe you can convince Changmin to go into the bathroom with you…

"What are you doing?" Sunwoo's horrified voice breaches your ears and you know you're totally busted. Much to Changmin's delight.

Oh, well. At least now you can get the heck out of here and make sure Changmin stays true to his word.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi Clan!

How are you? It's been a while! :D

I would like to request a Five Nights at Candy's oneshot!

It would be Blind! Old Candy x Gender Neutral! Security Guard! Reader.

Reader has been hired as nightguard in Candy's restaurant, and after a few nights being afraid of dying at the hands of Candy and friends, they meet Old Candy, and while a bit afraid, their fear disappear as they feel bad for the old thing, and helps him with his blindness, becoming friends, which allows to be also friends with Candy and the rest of the animatronics.

Does that sound good? Will you accept my request? If yes, any ideas we could add to the plot?

"Jeez, you look like you’ve seen better days.” You mused at the dark blue cat that showed up on the screen, lingering in the parts and services room.

This was the first time you’re seeing him, and the junior manager warned you that he might start walking around. Plus he said some rather..concerning things about this “Old Candy” hurting an adult in the past.

But he wasn’t an immediate threat, so you ignored him for the time being to check up on the others.

Things were starting to get real tonight, with almost every animatronic being more active than usual. Even the sweet waiter Penguin seemed keen on sabotaging your doors and lights at every chance. The moment you took your eyes off of his location for even a second....he’d sneak in.

Tapping your fingers against the monitor, you looked at the power meter for a moment, sighing as you shut off the night mode and tracked the animatronics via their tiny white lights.

Unfortunately, Old Candy’s eyes didn’t glow like theirs, so you needed to drain the battery to track him better. You noticed he was stumbling about the restaurant, nearly tripping over chairs that weren’t fully pushed-in and the occasional cardboard cutout. Usually the animatronics had good pathfinding AI to help them get around, but for someone as ancient as him...it was probably bugged or outdated.

‘Poor thing..he can barely see..’ You pitied him a little, but moved on to make sure nobody else got inside.

Honestly, you didn’t know what would happen if any of them succeeded. You were only told not to let them in at all costs. At first you thought of a logical reason: so they didn’t damage any equipment.

But given their behaviors, creepy stares, and specific paths...they seemed hellbent on attacking you, too. Maybe because to them, you were an intruder?

It wouldn’t make sense for them not to recognize a nightguard.

Regardless, you had to be careful.

When you checked on Old Candy’s position again, you nearly jumped when he reached CAM 06, staring straight into the office.

You heard a distinct mechanical humming noise, wondering if it’s the power generator working overtime. Though you shut the door so he didn’t barge in, remembering you had to react quicker.

And that’s when things went from bad to worse.

“Can I take your order?”

“Wha--oh jesus christ not you again.” You groaned as Penguin slipped in through the other door, ducking under the table.

Then he opened the same door that Old Candy still lingered by....before the little bastard vanished and left you to your demise. The door controls were jammed, meaning you were completely helpless.

So you remained completely still, holding your breath as he stumbled in, convinced you were 100% dead for sure.

Yet...he seemed confused, not even noticing you sitting there. Instead he was seemingly pawing at the air, that mechanical humming from before growing louder as he looked around.

'Can't he see me at all?' You pondered, watching as he got his hand tangled in the star-shaped decorations.

Instinct told you to get up and run like hell out of here. But you couldn't help but feel bad for the poor old robot.

Maybe you could help him somehow?

‘No. You’ll die if he notices you.’ Your brain tried arguing, though you chose to ignore it as you got up and sighed quietly, tensing when he suddenly stopped struggling. 

He heard you, yet you didn’t care what happened next. ‘Welp..goodbye to the life you once had, [y/n].’

Then you bravely called out his name. “C-Candy?”

He jerked his head towards you, tearing the decoration off the wall and knocking a mug off the table, causing it to shatter. You winced, reminding yourself to clean it up later. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. You got..strings tangled in your joints. I can help you get it off.”

Hoping he’d understand your good intent and not kill you, you carefully approached him. He felt your smaller hand gently grasp his paw and he stopped struggling.

You could sense his bleak dark eyes staring at you. The whirring of overheated mechanisms inside his chest cavity were loud against your ear, but you remained focused.

“Good kitty...I’m almost done.” You cooed, pretending this hulking blue piece of machinery was any ordinary house pet. It was all you could do to stop yourself from freaking out.

Once you freed him, you put the decoration on the table with baited breath, anxious that he’ll attack you with your back turned.

Fortunately, he didn’t do anything. And you turned back around and smiled at him. “There. Now..uh-”

Suddenly you heard the 6AM bell, realizing you survived your shift.

'Thank god..’ You breathed a sigh of relief as he left the office without question, but part of you became worried about him tripping over something.

So you followed him. “Candy, wait! Lemme move those chairs.”

Coming to a halt, Old Candy heard the squeaking of chairs as you pushed them back in, clearing the path for him. Once you told him it was okay to keep going, his feet started moving again. And you helped him all the way back to the parts & services room.

Just before he went in, he stopped again and turned around to face you. You tensed up again, unsure of what he was doing as he raised his paw.

But then he just....gently set it on your head?

He patted you roughly, like a dog, before stepping back and entering the room. It seemed to be a small gesture of appreciation.

‘Huh..I guess he likes me now?’ You mused, smiling as you realized you’ll live to see another day. So you clocked out and headed home, knowing you’ll have to come back the next night to repeat the cycle.

At least..until you got paid or murdered.

Yet when you returned, the animatronics seemed a lot less aggressive in their patterns.

Old Candy visited your office again and just stayed there all night, standing by your side like a protecting guard dog (or cat, in this case). Chester remained at his stage and strummed his banjo whenever you checked on him. Penguin brought you actual food from the kitchen--you’re certain it was leftovers but it beats the granola bars you’ve been eating every shift.

Candy and Cindy still prowled around the restaurant, but lacked the hostility they once had and only stopped by the office once in a while. And Blank stopped trying to smash the front window. Instead he would just tap on it and wave to you and Old Candy.

They must have realized you meant no harm, given how friendly you were to Candy’s predecessor. You weren’t sure if he told them or if any of them noticed your kind actions.

But it seems you’ve gained one friend and earned five more.

[magicalellafontaine]

SOMEDAY - canon date 18 Aug 2019

She was beginning to feel the weight of summer. Summer meant no classes, it meant working at the magic laundry and working on the household. The Fontaine mansion wasn’t built for one person to do all the work, yet that was exactly how the household was arranged. And all of it was put on Ella Fontaine, who, if her father had not remarried, would be the master of the mansion.

After her shift at the magical laundry, she barely could stand on her feet. Blisters prevented her from moving quickly, and she barely could bite back her tears.

“Someday, I will find my happiness.”She whispered to herself in a weak attempt to cheer herself up, she found herself sitting down on the pavement removing a shoe to see the damage on her feet. It was worse than she imagined. And she sighed. “When will kindness repay me, mother?” She whispered to herself, surprised to see a butterfly landing before her. She decided to dry her tears and put back her shoes but got started to see she no longer was alone.

“Oh, I apologize.” She kindly smiled before offering the other a bow.

Like a bear emerging from hibernation, Harriet stumbles out of some hole in the wall basement apartment. She recoils against the sun, pulling her sunglasses tighter against her face as she starts in the direction of home. 

Too preoccupied with thoughts of Advil and her bed, she doesn’t notice the moping wad on the sidewalk until the girl speaks. “Don’t worry about it,” she says, hurrying past her only to pause two steps later. Wrinkling her nose, mouth agape, she twists around on the spot. “Hey, what day is it?”

She was used to be unnoticed at home, but outside people tended to give her as much as a hello. Yet, she wouldn’t allow her heart to feel heavy and smiled. “It is Tuesday, Miss.” She smiled politely. “Do you need to be somewhere? I can give you directions if you need to?”

“Fuck yes,” she says, throwing her head back and fist-pumping with both arms. That had been one hell of a bender, and for a second, shequestioned her sense of time. It’s not Wednesday. She isn’t working later, thank God. Of course, Mads probably would have switched shifts with her. “No, thanks, just having a bit of trouble transitioning back to sober. Nothing matters and everything makes sense when you’re high, you know? Or not…you’re giving off a strong ‘somebody just killed your puppy’ vibe.”

The woman in front of her showed her quite some interesting expressions, it made Ella feel a bit curious about the other. “Oh, if you are experiencing some headaches I can advise you to drink water and eat. If you get hydrated chances are likely that your headache will worsen over the day, and that’s no good.” She smiled. She was not the type to take any sort of drugs, if anything her high came from doing good to others. “I just had a lot of pain in my feet, that is all. But thank you for your concern.” She offered the woman a kindhearted smile. “Oh, I do not wish to take too much of your time, you did seem to be in a hurry after all. I do wish you a wonderful day.”

Now that the blonde mentions eating, she could use a proper, ‘something other than pizza’ meal. There’s also her gut telling her this girl could use a friend today. And Harriet is always eager to make new friends. She looks around, lips pursed, and sees a restaurant across the street. Her bed, excited as she is to collapse into it, can wait for a little longer. With a smile, she raises her brows at the girl. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m a little bit yes.” She smiled. “Are you inviting?” She cocked her head, smiling from ear to ear. “I could use a bite, I probably won’t get much to eat at home, considering I’m already late. Perhaps I’m lucky and my stepsisters aren’t home and dragged my stepmother along.” She pondered for a moment. The next words were nothing but a faint whisper. “Either way I’m getting punished, so I might just get something nice to eat.”

With that, she put her shoe back on. “Let’s go, I’ll pay.”

[sweetellafontaine]

((Polaris)) 💗 Someday | Harriet [18 Aug 2019] ((Do not reply))

She was beginning to feel the weight of summer. Summer meant no classes, it meant working at the magic laundry and working on the household. The Fontaine mansion wasn’t built for one person to do all the work, yet that was exactly how the household was arranged. And all of it was put on Ella Fontaine, who, if her father had not remarried, would be the master of the mansion.

After her shift at the magical laundry, she barely could stand on her feet. Blisters prevented her from moving quickly, and she barely could bite back her tears.

“Someday, I will find my happiness.” She whispered to herself in a weak attempt to cheer herself up, she found herself sitting down on the pavement removing a shoe to see the damage on her feet. It was worse than she imagined. And she sighed. “When will kindness repay me, mother?” She whispered to herself, surprised to see a butterfly landing before her. She decided to dry her tears and put back her shoes but got started to see she no longer was alone.

“Oh, I apologize.” She kindly smiled before offering the other a bow.

Like a bear emerging from hibernation, Harriet stumbles out of some hole in the wall basement apartment. She recoils against the sun, pulling her sunglasses tighter against her face as she starts in the direction of home. 

Too preoccupied with thoughts of Advil and her bed, she doesn’t notice the moping wad on the sidewalk until the girl speaks. “Don’t worry about it,” she says, hurrying past her only to pause two steps later. Wrinkling her nose, mouth agape, she twists around on the spot. “Hey, what day is it?”

She was used to being unnoticed at home, but outside people tended to give her as much as a hello. Yet, she wouldn’t allow her heart to feel heavy and smiled. “It is Tuesday, Miss.” She smiled politely. “Do you need to be somewhere? I can give you directions if you need to?”

“Fuck yes,” she says, throwing her head back and fist-pumping with both arms. That had been one hell of a bender, and for a second, she questioned her sense of time. It’s not Wednesday. She isn’t working later, thank God. Of course, Mads probably would have switched shifts with her. “No, thanks, just having a bit of trouble transitioning back to sober. Nothing matters and everything makes sense when you’re high, you know? Or not…you’re giving off a strong ‘somebody just killed your puppy’ vibe.”

The woman in front of her showed her quite some interesting expressions, it made Ella feel a bit curious about the other. “Oh, if you are experiencing some headaches I can advise you to drink water and eat. If you get hydrated chances are likely that your headache will worsen over the day, and that’s no good.” She smiled. She was not the type to take any sort of drugs, if anything her high came from doing good to others. “I just had a lot of pain in my feet, that is all. But thank you for your concern.” She offered the woman a kindhearted smile. “Oh, I do not wish to take too much of your time, you did seem to be in a hurry after all. I do wish you a wonderful day.”

Now that the blonde mentions eating, she could use a proper, ‘something other than pizza’ meal. There’s also her gut telling her this girl could use a friend today. And Harriet is always eager to make new friends. She looks around, lips pursed and sees a restaurant across the street. Her bed, excited as she is to collapse into it, can wait for a little longer. With a smile, she raises her brows at the girl. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m a little bit, yes.” She smiled. “Are you inviting?” She cocked her head, smiling from ear to ear. “I could use a bite, I probably won’t get much to eat at home, considering I’m already late. Perhaps I’m lucky and my stepsisters aren’t home and dragged my stepmother along.” She pondered for a moment. The next words were nothing but a faint whisper. “Either way I’m getting punished, so I might just get something nice to eat.”

With that, she put her shoe back on. “Let’s go, I’ll pay.”

-end

[miekasa]

call me (levi ackerman)

↯ pairing: levi ackerman x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: fluff, humor? you can be the judge of that i suppose, levi is quiet and often practical, but you cannot convince that there’s not a small part of him that doesn’t enjoy having shit to hold over people lol

↯ notes: this is also cross-posted from another blog, but i tweaked it a bit to fit levi and rewrote/edited parts i wish the world had never seen </3 also i’m reposting bc i was an idiot who accidentally deleted it on mobile rip 

↯ word count: 1.3k

↯ summary: drunk you is not amused by the man who keeps trying to coerce you into his apartment; even if that man is your boyfriend and that apartment is his apartment.

“Alright mister, I’m trusting you for now because you’re Erwinnie’s friend, and Erwinnie is my best friend,” you hiccup, wagging your pointer finger as threateningly as you can in your current state, “So if he says you’re a good person, you’re probably a good person. Or good enough.”

Levi holds back a knowing smirk, and loops his arm through yours to steady your balance. He doesn’t know how or why Erwin let you get this drunk, but he’s at least glad the blonde was sober enough to call him to pick you up instead of letting you get in a cab; or worse, attempt to take the bus.

“I’m so very glad you trust me,” he says, voice flat as your wrap your other arm around his bicep. You hum back, a little spacey and like you maybe didn’t hear what he said.

You’re honestly pretty cute when you’re drunk. It’s not something he gets to see often, as you don’t allow yourself to let go frequently; nor do you usually have the time to. And it’s not that he particularly wishes for you to be drunk to the point where you can barely stand, or remember his name, but all things considered, Levi is happy that your general drunk disposition is happy, too. 

He waves Mike goodbye as he wrangles Erwin into his car, not holding back his smile this time as you wave over-excitedly at the blonde in the passenger seat, calling his name loudly to tell him goodnight and that you’ll miss him, like you hadn’t already told him goodnight three minutes ago, or spent the last three hours with him drinking. Yeah, you’re cute. 

Thankfully, Levi doesn’t live too far from the restaurant you and Erwin were at, so the both of you are home after a twenty minute walk—what should have been fifteen minutes, but was prolonged by your drunken fascination with a squirrel on a public bench.

You start to wobble more when Levi unlaces your arms to get his keys out of his pocket, and he moves his right hand to rest against the small of your back so you don’t fall. However, drunk you is not so entertained by the idea of his hands anywhere near your waist as sober you would have been.

“Hey, hey, hey—hold it right there, mister!” you stutter, words a bit too loud for the confined space of Levi’s hallway at three in the morning, “I am not going in—into that suspicious apartment with you.”

You stumble as you try to remove Levi’s hand from your waist, and he tries to steady your balance again, but push him away more forcefully, staggering into the wall behind you.

“Ah, bitch,” you curse, holding your head and groaning. The pain clearly isn’t enough to stop your accusations against Levi, as you’re back to wagging your finger at him, even hunched over from your drunken stupor, “See, this is your fault.”

Levi sighs. He doesn’t know why you’re holding your head, because you hit your back, and from what he can tell, you shouldn’t have hurt yourself that badly. He’ll take a closer look at you once you’re inside. That’s if he could get you inside to begin with.

He can’t wrangle you and open the door at the same time, so he goes for the latter, finally pulling his keys from his pocket to unlock his apartment door, then attempts to move you inside. Keyword: attempts; because anytime he puts his hands remotely near you, you slap them away.

“Come on, we have to go inside,” he grunts, trying again to get a hold of your arm, but you whack him away harshly. For a drunk person, you seem to have the strength and dexterity of a pro-athlete all of a sudden. Where was all this coordination when he was trying to get you up the stairs five minutes ago?

“No!” you growl—once again, too loudly for the time and place. “Haven’t you heard of the saying no means no, mister? I might be drunk, but this is not my apartment, and I am not going in there to have sex with you!”

“I’m trying to help you go to bed. I’m not going to try and have sex with you.” Levi takes a deep breath. This could sound really bad if anyone else woke up and heard the two of you. 

But you’re not having it, crossing your arms and turning your body so that you’re now facing the wall, your back towards a less-than-impressed Levi. “Well, I don’t believe you. I’m going to call Erwinnie tell him you’re being a bad friend, and then Erwinnie is going to call my boyfriend and he’s going to come and pick me up.”

“Oh yeah?” Levi drawls, leaning against his door frame, watching your silhouette as you clumsily search for your phone in your pockets, “Why don’t you just call your boyfriend then?”

You turn on your heels as best you can, and muster up your most menacing glare. It’s not menacing in the slightest, and it actually makes Levi crack a smile, which you do not take lightly; but that only makes him smile further, because sober you doesn’t like it when he’s not fazed by your self-proclaimed intimidation tactics, either.

“Fine,” you huff, finally putting your phone to your ear, “But you’re going to be sorry, because Levi is going to come here and kick your ass.”

Levi chuckles, feeling his own phone ring in his back pocket, “I bet he is.”

“He is,” you insist, stomping your foot for dramatic effect, “He might not be that tall, but he’s strong as hell, plus he’s handsome, and he doesn’t let people fuck around with me, so say your prayers, mister.”

The following afternoon is far less than pleasant. You feel groggy, tired, and like everything is moving in slow motion. Piece by piece, your memories of your night out with Erwin start to come back to you, but you can’t seem to recall anything beyond your fifth margarita.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Levi calls, sarcastically, upon entering the bedroom.

His voice and presence surprises you, but then the realization washes over you that you’re in his apartment and not your own. You’re not sure why yet, but you could probably take a guess.

“Did you take me home last night?”

Levi hums in acknowledgement, nodding his head towards the bedside table, where you find a bottle of water. Levi watches you as you move to hang your legs off the side of the bed and reach for the bottle, groaning in the process. He mentally notes that he should make you breakfast—or, well, at this point, brunch—after you go shower, so that you can take an Advil for the pain.

He moves across the room to sit beside you on the bed, careful to not disrupt too much as to make you spill the water on the sheets. “You know, for someone who’s so happy-go-lucky when they’re drunk, you put up quite the fight yesterday.”

“I did?” you turn to him, capping the bottle, eyes wide with surprise, “You were probably sleeping and you had wake up and come deal with me, I’m sorry, Levi.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assures you, an almost uncharacteristic and sly smile playing on his lips, “You always say something interesting that keeps me entertained. It makes up for it.”

“Dear god, what was it this time?” you groan, throwing your head back, “I didn’t confess my feelings for you again did I? This is, what, like the sixth time since we’ve been dating? I’m such an embarrassing drunk.”

“Not a confession this time,” he chuckles, “The opposite. Maybe worse.”

Levi fishes his phone from his pocket, and pulls up his voicemails before handing it to you. Curious—and a little bit scared—to find out what could possibly be worse than confessing to your boyfriend of almost four years that you’re in love with him and sad that you’re not dating him? You’re not sure that it could get more embarrassing than that until you click on Levi’s most recent voicemail and hear your own voice crackling through the speaker of his phone.

“—What, hey, fuck off, mister! I don’t want to go into your scrubby apartment! I am happily dating Levi Ackerman, and when he gets here he is going to grand slam your sorry ass into the ground!”

[thesevro]

besties / headcanons

𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖏𝖎, 𝖌𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖎 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.4K words

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: how toji, satoru and kento would act as your best friend

GOJO SATORU

- Gojo may not be very loyal as your boyfriend, but he would definitely be one among your most loyal friends.

- Whenever you're sitting down at some place, literally anywhere, be it at a cafe or on some random stone ledge, he'll let you lean back into him.

- Gojo is tall, and he's somehow always so warm, so treating him as a platonic cuddle buddy would be so nice.

- So imagine you're exhausted from a long day and you find this stout little ledge to rest on. Gojo would sit down with you there. 

- You could lean onto him, press your head into his shoulder and Gojo would actually feel very relaxed to have someone he trusts and holds dear next to him. 

- Knowing that one of his closest friends is safe calms him to an impossible degree. He knows he's lost too many already.

- And if the day has been too long, he'll let you sleep on his shoulder. Let you enjoy having a little power nap while ignoring the little line of drool that will wet his uniform.

- Hip to hip, your head to his shoulder, it does not feel as romantically intimate as it could be, but he loves that you're here with him all the same. He's always been scared of losing his friends, no matter how well he hides it.

- So he'll keep you warm as you nap on his shoulder. 

- PARTING FROM OUR ANGSTIER PARTS... Gojo would be the best hype-man. 

- You wearing a dress that barely reaches your knees and flaunts your ass whenever you jump? He'll cheer for you and scream, "THAT'S MY HOT BESTIE!!!"

- You have a crush on some dude? Some gal? He'll get very close with that guy or gal and tell them all the good things about you.

- If you like someone from the school it'll be even worse for you. He would blatantly skip missions just to set your crush up with you as your partner. 

- Gojo would be a great, awesome, amazing BFF and you cannot tell me otherwise.

NANAMI KENTO

- Nanami as your friend would just be. Aw.

- He would be the most attentive friend out there.

- You just come back from a mission, hair and clothes a mess, face streaked with blood? He'll let you use his handkerchief to wipe the mess off. And he'll fetch some bandages for you if you need it.

- If you're bed-ridden, he'll stay by your bedside and talk to you there. Silence with him is also just... so nice. So peaceful. So serene.

- Nanami would even make you coffee, tea, whatever it is you like just so he can help you feel more refreshed after whatever tiring mission you went on, or whatever complicated job it was you had to finish.

- He knows what your favorite drink is. What your favorite food is. He also knows the best place to find both.

- Will eat lunch together with you every day at the school, or at yours or his favorite restaurant.

- He can't really make food for you... so he always buys something for lunches at the school with you.

- Sometimes he'll just stand in front of one of the school vending machines, in undeniably deep thought about what your drink of the day could be.

- Whenever he visits your favorite coffee shop, or whatever place sells your favorite drink, he'll ask the cashier to add the specific extras you like incorporating into your drink. He knows all of them.

- AND OKAY. LISTEN. NANAMI WOULD TOTALLY CALL YOU AT THREE A.M. TO RANT ABOUT WORK.

- Of course he would first say something along the lines of, "I must apologize for bothering you. I promise to buy you (insert fav. drink) and (insert fav. food) and (insert fav. dessert) tomorrow. Promise." Then he finally reveals how stressed he is, "But. Are you aware of how much I want to wring Gojo Satoru's neck and kick him off a cliff?"

- It would turn into some sort of comedy, where Nanami mocks every single person who has stressed him out (Gojo Satoru for once in your life just STFU) in that sonorous, baritone rumble of his.

- Imagine hearing something like that at three in the morning. Sometimes it makes you question why it is no one has asked the guy out yet. (AND WHY YOU HAVEN'T DONE THAT EITHER.)

- Nanami would also be the BEST listener.

- You have a problem with something? With someone? Okay. He'll hear you out. Will not interrupt you while you're speaking. Not once will he do that.

- If it's something serious, and you start sniffling or maybe even crying, okay let's be honest he wouldn't really know what to do...

- SO. Because he doesn't know, he'll do what he sees everyone else do.

- He'll hug you. His arms will be stiff and that deep pit of awkwardness will definitely form in his stomach, but if it helps you, he'll do it all the same.

- If this is your first time crying in front of him, he'll only pull out one of his handkerchiefs and hand it to you. Sorry, but he wouldn't know how else to comfort you.

- He'll also comfort you with words of logic. Nanami has that perspicacious outsider's perspective that lets him see the rational portion of everything.

- BUT HE WOULD ALSO BE SO UNDERSTANDING. If you voice that you think your feelings are stupid, or dumb, he would FIRMLY insist that no, no (Y/N), your feelings are not stupid. Your feelings matter to me. And nothing that matters to me is "stupid."

- And he would proceed to help you find a solution to your problem, or would just hear you out some more. You can be honest with him and he would not judge you for any of your feelings.

- In conclusion, Nanami Kento would be the most caring BFF out there.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

- Okay HEAR ME OUT ON THIS. HEAR ME OUT.

- Toji would be an AWESOME best friend.

- He would be the guy you could punch in the arm with abandon.

- Toji would ALSO be the mean tease of a friend who is able to bed you at least once.

- After getting you in his bed though he'll let you go back to the casual thing you share, if that's what you want. But if you want to be together, well... he would be willing to try, but only because you're his friend.

- It may or may not work out. But he does try to make it work. Whether it does in the end... depends.

- MOVING FORWARD, again, Toji would be the friend you could punch without being hit back for it. He'll just be like yeah, okay short stuff then move on.

- He's just someone you could debate with, have fun with, and tease and test to no end.

- AND TOJI is the type of guy who would be super casual about letting people stay over at his house. You had a tiring day? You want to crash at his house? He'll let you.

- You open his door and he'll look at you like he was expecting you, but maybe that's because you'd just ranted about how someone at work had treated you like shit.

- You know. Through the private messaging app only assassins like him use. But since you're his bestie he let you download it too.

- HE CALLS YOU EVERY SINGLE PET NAME OUT THERE TOO

- And he always greets you with, "Something wrong, short stuff?" when you come through the door

- AND HE WOULD EVEN CALL YOU "PRINCESS" WHEN HE REALLY FEELS LIKE PUSHING IT

- And listen bitch even if you're tall... this asshole is literally as tall as Gojo (I think?????) AND he's a DILF. So shut your mouth, short stuff.

- At his house you can either: 1. Order take-out and eat together on the dingy old table someone's great-grandfather used to eat on; he might pay if you really aren't feeling it but he's also an avaricious, money-hoarding bitch (in other words, broke) soooo don't expect much. Or 2. Just sleep on his couch while he watches TV. His bed smells like shit and really his couch isn't any better buuutt at least it doesn't have... stains.

- And please, don't even think about venting your feelings to this guy. He would either laugh his ass off at you or only nod with a tight smile of discomfort on his face.

- Princess, he won't be tucking you into bed, but he'll definitely have some leftover pizza ready for you in the morning. His love language is lazy as hell, but it's love all the same.

- Though your pizza will most definitely be either burnt or cold as shit.

- But either way, he cares.

- So if you're feeling down because someone looked at you wrong in the streets, expect to see a "Missing Person's Report" on the news in the morning.

[finelinevogue]

Can we get some more brother!harry?

I really enjoyed your piece where he caught her smoking ❤️

of course you can!! (rip if your name is natalia) hope this is what you wanted;

Natalia.

Beautiful name to juxtapose a horrible excuse of a human being.

Harry was never that great when it came to choosing his girlfriends, but this one was by far the worst. Bekka had been bad, because she had been cheating on Harry with her best friends dad. India was just so toxic, to the point where she’d ask Harry why he wasn’t mad with her over the most trivial things as if she wanted him to be mad. Daya was ok, but she wanted different things to what Harry wanted and so they ended up in a massive argument and ending things quicker than they started. Natalia though, wow. She was something else and that wasn’t a compliment.

You don’t know whether it was just because she targeted you especially, but she was just a downright cruel person. You could easily tell her intentions with your brother were not good. She was a plain ol’ gold digger, evident from the credit card that Harry leant her and she spent so much on it the bank had to call Harry to ask him to authorise that he was aware of the amount of money being spent. She bought a car with his card. A fucking car. Harry was too blinded by her beauty and her experience that he was oblivious to her witchy behaviour towards you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him either, it was more that he didn’t care enough.

“No Harry. No.” You argued with him, standing in the middle of the kitchen as he was busy washing the rest of the dishes in the sink. It was just the two of you home at the moment, because Gemma and Anne were spending the weekend at an exclusive spa in Cheshire, so you didn’t understand how there were so many dishes.

“Y/N, it’s not an option. You’re not staying at home by yourself.” Harry spoke sternly back to you, letting out his frustration by vigorously scrubbing the dishes.

“I’m literally 17 - 18 in like 3 weeks. I’m more than capable of staying home.” You stomped your foot to the ground like a child.

“And I don’t care. You’re coming to lunch whether you want to or not.” Harry finished the last plate and dries his hands on the towel next to the sink, before throwing it over to you.

“But she’ll be there.”

“She’s my girlfriend, so you’ll nice to her.”

“If she’s nice to me, then yeah.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to start drying the dishes that Harry just cleaned.

“ Y/N, I swear to God.” Harry groaned in frustration, tugging a stressful hand through his hair. “Can you at least pretend to be happy for me for once?”

“Gee Harry, i’m just so happy to be going out to lunch with you and your girlfriend!” You put on the biggest grin as your sarcasm practically dripped from your tongue.

“Stop being a spoilt little shit and finish those dishes. We’re leaving in 20.” Harry spoke harshly, before leaving the room with a heavy strop to his step. It left you to blink back the tears that you couldn’t help that Natalia was ruining your whole relationship with your brother.

You and Harry used to be so tight nit, now it would be a miracle if he spent a day with you per month. Natalia had come along 5 months ago and she had completely turned Harry’s life around for the worst, only Harry was too ignorant to see that. Anne had come home multiple times to find you crying because Harry had cancelled on you, again, or Natalia had said something that had really hurt. Normally you were okay with taking hate, but Natalia made it somehow worse than that. Even if Anne or Gemma tried to talk Harry about the damage all this was causing you it would always be the same response;

“She just wants attention.”

The restaurant was very pretty.

It was one that you and Harry used to go to all the time, when there was no girlfriend around. It sold the best pastries and life-changing eggs on toast. The food was always delicious and the staff were so completely lovely. You were glad to be coming here, making you feel more comfortable than you would if you went to a expensive fancy restaurant instead. This little restaurant, named ‘Lemon Puffs’ after their infamous lemon, cream and pastry puffs, made you feel safe and happy.

“Remember to just be nice.” Harry spoke as you both approached the table that Natalia was already sat at. She was too busy on her phone to realise you were even here.

“If she plays nice then yeah.” You bit back.

“Y/N just stop being petty, y’pissing me off now.” Harry argued. “Whine like a bitch later. I don’t need it today.”

You stopped talking after that, not having anything else to say to him. He’d made it very clear that you were only here because he didn’t trust you at home by yourself, but by the same token wanted you quiet because he didn’t trust you enough to speak nicely. Harry hugged and kissed Natalia like he hadn’t just seen her last night and then sat down opposite to her, leaving you to sit next to Harry because you sure as hell weren’t sitting next to her. Natalia didn’t even make the effort to hug you or shake hands, in fact you barely got a simple hello.

“You alright, baby?” Natalia asked, twirling her hand into Harry’s from across the table. Disgusting.

“Yeah i’m good. This one’s a pain in my arse, as always.” Even with his joking tone, you knew he was being somewhat serious and that really messed with you.

“Typical.” Natalia rolled her eyes and tutted her tongue, not hesitating to use the opportunity to be mean to you. Harry thought she was merely playing along with his words, but you new otherwise.

“You know what you want yet?” Harry asked as he pulled his own attention towards the menu. You didn’t need to look at the menu, as being here so many times has allowed you to discover the perfect order.

“I think i’m just going to get the salad, but without the chicken, cheese or cucumber.” She answered, sipping on the water she must’ve already ordered whilst waiting for you both.

“So just lettuce?” You asked, not meaning for it to be a condescending question and yet she took it that way anyways.

“Is there something wrong with that, Y/N?” She asked, being really harsh in the way she spoke your name - as if the syllables actually caused her pain to speak.

“N-no I was just—”

“Didn’t think so.” She snapped and turned away from you to look back towards Harry, with her shit-eating grin that didn’t fool you. Harry kicked you leg under the table too, not appreciating the way you were speaking to Natalia. He didn’t even think about the way his girlfriend was speaking to you though. As usual.

“I’ll probably get the salad too.” Harry nodded his head and you shook your head as he spoke. Harry would never normally get a salad. Like, that’s so Kardashian of him. Harry, whenever he came here with you, always ordered a cheese and pickle panini, with extra crunchy pickles, a portion of chips and some halloumi fries too. Oh and then a cake for pudding. He wouldn’t have gone for a boring salad. Fucking Natalia was ruining him and you hated to have a front row seat of it.

“Not the usual then?” You tried to joke with him, but he was clearly still pissed off with you for being… you.

“Why, are you?” He asked quizzically.

“Obviously.” You smiled, which made Harry smile for a split second before Natalia pulled him away from you. Your smile disappeared and a frown settled in, knowing it would stay there for a long time.

“Babe, I am here too you know?” Natalia joked, bur you could see the anger and jealousy behind her eyes. If looked could kill you’d be ten feet under, twenty times over by now.

“Sorry, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and paid closer attention to her.

Lunch went by slowly.

Natalia scoffed when she heard your order; poached eggs on toast with three pieces of crispy bacon on the side, a portion of chips and a mint iced tea. Oh and a cake for pudding, but you’d come to that later. Natalia ate her lettuce as Harry eat his salad as you ate your eggs on toast with bacon and chips. You loved the food, hated the company and couldn’t make up your mind whether you loved or hated being here. Natalia and Harry talked throughout lunch, leaving you out of all their conversations. The only time Harry spoke to you was when he asked whether your food was okay, eyeing it up as if he wanted to make love to it and send his salad to the nearest dumpster.

“Was everything alright for you?” Paul, the owner of the business and dude in charge of the eggs asked you when all your plates were empty as Harry’s growling stomach.

“Lovely, thank you.” Harry responded gratefully.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you handed your dirty plate to Paul.

“It was a bit plain.” Natalia moved her plate away from her in disgust and Paul put on his best customer smile, apologising for that before leaving to go and ring up the bill.

“Okay i’m just going to go for a quick wee before I pay.” Harry announced, getting up from the table to go to the loo.

“Okay babe. Don’t be too long.” She called out and then it was left just you and her.

“Well this was nice.” You tried to be nice, as Harry told you to, and start a meant conversation with your arch enemy. Kill ‘em with kindness - that was Harry’s slogan wasn’t it?

“If you hadn’t have been here then yeah.” She turned her nose up at you.

“Look,” you began, wanting her to understand something, “whatever i’ve done to upset you and make you hate me, i’m sorry. Just, I don’t want you to dislike me and I know that Harry really likes you so I want us to be able to get along.”

“Listen, Y/N,” there it was again - your name spoken with dripping venom, “I don’t want to get along with you. You make me sick. You are such a baby to Harry and you’re needy, which means I don’t get to spend time with my boyfriend—”

“Don’t get to spend time with him?” You had to laugh at that. Apart from today, you’d seen Harry maybe a total of 2 hours this whole week and it was Saturday. “You’re practically attached at the hip.”

“Not enough. Harry needs to keep away from you, you only bring him trouble.”

“I’m his fucking sister.” You shouted quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace for the rest of the customers.

“Not an excuse. Look Y/N, I understand that you are quite lonely and don’t have many friends? Maybe you should consider that’s for a very good reason?” She rhetorically asked you and that made you sit back a bit. She was pulling apart your insecurities now and exposing them to find the most painful parts, so she could watch you suffer with only the curse of her words.

“It’s not like that.” You tried to convince yourself more than her, tears in your eyes over something so hurtful to you.

“No? ‘Cause I think that you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.” She stood up dusted herself off as he noticed Harry walk back over to the table, smiling as if she hadn’t just shot his sister in the heart.

Her words stung more than a scorpions tale, and yes unfortunately you knew what that felt like. Natalia was right. You were alone, friendless and just trouble. There was a reason that you were all of this and Natalia had hit the nail right on the head with the reason why. You thought of your friends, his they always disappeared and left you and now you sit in the canteen alone or hang out only with yourself on the weekends. You think to Gemma and Anne going away for the weekend, not inviting you because it was age restrictive but you still couldn’t help but think there was a more pressing reason than that. Then you think of Harry and how he was fed up of you. He couldn’t be more resentful of you if he tried. You wanted to be a good friend, a good daughter and most importantly a good sister, but it was so blindingly obvious that you weren’t. You were never going to be.

You stood up from the table too, quickly wiping away a tear from your face before anyone could notice but you didn’t care to see if anyone was actually watching. Harry kissed Natalia and then walked over to the cashier to pay the bill. You noticed Paul and Harry talking and so you walked out of the restaurant and towards the car, still tears in your eyes. You needed to be strong for yourself though, especially because nobody else was going to be.

You stood with you handle to the door of the car waited for Harry to come and unlock it. You heard high heels before the car was unlocked, unfortunately.

“Excuse me, but I ride front.” Natalia spat at you, removing your hand from the door and chivvying you to the back of the car instead.

“You’re coming with us?” You asked, your heart aching that little bit more. You didn’t want to spend another minute in her presence and yet she would now probably spend the rest of the week until your mum and sister came back.

“Ye—”

“No she’s not.” Harry walked out of the restaurant and over to the car, standing in between the both of you but a little more towards you.

“Babe? What do you mean?” Natalia asked, a little bit shocked at his tone with her.

“Firstly dont babe me. Secondly, get your hand off my car. Thirdly, don’t ever come near me or my sister ever again.” Harry ordered angrily. You’d never seen him this angry before. You stood behind him, afraid of what was about to go down.

“What has she said to you, because—”

“She’s my sister and she’s got a name. Y/N didn’t tell me anything. Lemon Puffs, however, has eyes and ears everywhere and it’s amazing the stories you hear when you’re stood at the cashier or next to someone at the urinals.” Harry accused Natalia and she went hot red in the face, embarrassed that this conversation was actually happening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? Maybe this will jog your memory. ‘I think you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.’” Harry raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest confrontationally. Guarding and protecting you. You felt safe.

“Wha— You think I would say that?” Natalia asked, pretending to be offended by the accusation.

“I don’t know, let’s ask Y/N shall we? Y/N, did Natalia say that to you?” Harry asked, turning to look at you with hope in his eyes, but also sorriness for everything that’s happened. You could see it all behind his eyes and you wanted to squeeze him tight to accept his apology, because you loved him and you needed him.

“Y-yes.” You answered, looking down so you didn’t have to make eye contact with Natalia.

“Harry you can’t possibly believe her.” Natalia laughed, but there was heavy insecurity in her tone.

“I trust her more than anyone. More than you. I trust Y/N with my life.” Harry back answered, taking no more bullshit from his ex-girlfriend. “We’re done Natalia. Okay? I don’t want to see you ever again. What you’ve said and done to my sister is unforgivable and I don’t want someone like you in my life.”

“You were a dick too.” You added quietly behind him and he just turned round to smile and wink at you.

“So what? That’s it?” Natalia asked, dumbfounded.

“Bye Natalia.” Harry walked around to the drivers seat and you to the passenger side. He stopped before opening the door though, wanting to say one last thing. “The bill was split in half by the way. Paul’s just inside waiting for you to pay.”

With that, you both got in the car, laughing at Natalia’s reaction and just everything. Apologises were made and promises of no relationships until you two had built back up yours were sworn. It would take time, but Harry was willing to prove that he was a good brother and you were always going to be someone he wanted around.

[silver-tongued-bby]

Keeper

Pairing: Dark!Mob!Loki x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dark!Loki fic hence it explores dark themes including drug use, degradation, humiliation, anal (kinda), dirty talk, manipulation, edging and fingering.

Words: 5,441

Summary: Loki owns you in every sense of the word and you’d be the first to admit it.

The bass moved through you, thumping along with your heartbeat. You suppressed a shiver as you looked at the figure shrouded in darkness across from you. You could make out his lithe form stretched out in the booth, his silver cufflinks glinting in the distant strobe lights. The ones you knew he kept on the nightstand, the ones you watched him attach to his crisp white shirt with care this morning, like every morning. He always made such a performance of getting ready- everything carefully laid out. Once the cufflinks were on he’d slide the holster over his shoulder before nestling in his gun- a .45 he once told you. Finally he’d slip the blazer over his shoulders- and your heart would race, knowing he’d come to place a kiss on your forehead before slipping out the door.

You came back to the club, watching him talk to his associates, each greedier than the rest for his attention. He touched his finger to his bottom lip as he pondered what one of them said to him. Taking a sip of his bourbon he gave an order to one, the man quickly moving out of sight. You squirmed- you didn’t want to be here and he knew it. You could barely see his eyes shift to you but you felt them there. His shadowy hand beckoned you forward and you obediently stood, stepping over to him quickly, knowing how much he hated to wait. He pulled you on his lap, his hand grasping your thigh gently and you bent your head closer to his.

“Don’t look so sad, darling.” His velvety voice in your ear made you stiffen and he chuckled darkly, enjoying all he held over you.

“Not yet,” he slid his hand further up your thigh, his finger tip ghosting over the silk of your panties under your dress. You whimpered, overwhelmed at this smallest bit of attention.

“Please, can we go?” You begged, wanting to go home, to have his attention on you and you alone.

“No, darling.” He sighed, losing patience already. “Why don’t you go dance?”

You brought your face into his neck, “I don’t want to. Not without you.” You breathed in his scent, his cologne mixed with the warmth of his skin making you grow wet.

He sighed again patience gone and clearly annoyed as he gripped your chin to pull you away from his skin. “You know your rules. Here,” he brought a tiny bag out of his pocket, pulled your hand out palm-up and shook out a purple pill. “Just take this.” He gave you his whiskey and you popped the pill in your mouth, swallowing it down with a sip of the hard liquor. “Now leave me.” He guided you off his lap and you stepped away, trying not to teeter over in your heels.

Sitting back down in your seat your cheeks were burning. You hated yourself for letting him do that, his associates sending you watered-down sympathetic looks and wicked smirks when they thought you weren’t looking. You hated yourself for letting him own you both mentally and physically. You hated yourself for loving the kingpin of New York, Loki Laufeyson.

You focused on your breathing as you played with your bracelet in your lap, waiting for the inevitable. At least you weren’t anxious- he’d never let anyone lay a finger on you, you were his and anyone dumb enough to question that paid a hard price. Taking a deep breath you remembered the night you first met, the night before so many things changed for the better, and for the worse.

~~~

You used to serve tables at a restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen, a trendy, little space that was packed every night. You made fast friends with Angie, one of the senior servers of the restaurant. She had the best connections for parties, clubs, drugs, you name it. It didn’t take long for you to fall into that lifestyle, tagging along with Angie to the lavish rooftop parties of trust fund kids, or to the newest club where she somehow always knew the bouncer.

One night she suggested you hit up this penthouse party, held by “some rich dude who’s more concerned with getting hot girls there than his own friends.” You agreed immediately- she’d spoken of legendary parties like this before but hadn’t had the chance to experience one. After your shift the two of you got into your tightest dresses and most irresponsible shoes before heading back uptown. The building overlooked Central Park, a glamorous high rise glittering against the late night lights of New York City. The apartment itself was massive- you were pretty sure it could comfortably sleep 30 guests. The place was full of people, both famous and unknown, some of New York’s royalty enjoying cocktails around the room. Angie went off to find her friend that invited her, leaving you alone in the crowded room.

You strolled around the place, leisurely sipping a dry martini as you enjoyed the contemporary art the owner chose to display. You were particularly enamoured with one- a painting of a girl, two brilliant, almost cartoony birds nipping at her lips in a symmetrical formation. You didn’t realise how long you’d been admiring it until a velvety voice interrupted your thoughts. “Hmm… I’m not sure I like this one,” you turned to see a man standing by you, his pale skin sharply contrasted against the inky black waves that came to his shoulders. His eyes were sparkling, a green-blue that popped against his complexion, a slight smile playing at his lips. He was breathtakingly handsome.

You smiled at him warmly, “oh? What don’t you like about it?”

“Why don’t you tell me what you like about it?” He countered, his crisp accent and intoxicating smile making your cheeks grow hot.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed as you turned back to the painting. “She’s so at peace- she’s not in pain. The birds aren’t either- they look calm, they look imagined. The two of them, together, it’s like they’re helping her, they’re guiding her through it. Through life,” you turned to see him examining you as he listened intently, sporting an encouraging smile.

“Well said. I’d be a fool not to agree with you.” He grinned at you. “I’ve never seen you at one of these before,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “I’d like to think I’d remember if I had but correct me if I’m wrong.”

“Oh, I’ve never been here before. A friend of a friend invited me. I don’t know the host but I’ve heard he’s loaded,” you laughed as you motioned at the giant space around you. “At least he’s got a good taste.”

“He seemingly does.” At that point a man came to whisper something in the man’s ear. Looking back to you apologetically he said “I’m terribly sorry, I must step away for a little while. Please stay- I’d love to hear your thoughts on that one over there,” he motioned to a sculpture at the back wall.

“Sure- but before you go, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Loki,” he smiled and asked for yours before he turned away, following the man down a corridor.

You continued to go about the room when Angie gripped your arm and led you out to the balcony. Roughly tugging you outside before closing the door, she turned to you with wide eyes. “Do you know who you were just talking to?!” She asked, her pupils massive- she must’ve done a line or two with her friend.

“A man? Well a handsome man? He just sort of came up to me and started talking-“ you were cut off by Angie frantically shaking her blonde curls.

“No no no. No honey- not a man, Loki Laufeyson.” She looked to you with her crazy, coked out eyes, expecting you to connect the dots.

“Who?”

“He’s the head of organised crime in New York. Any drugs, guns, illicit cash, hell even counterfeit purses go through his operation. He runs this city. This is his fucking apartment!” She was gripping your arm tightly.

“You’re crazy,” you laughed. “This isn’t The Sopranos.”

“Fuck girlie, you really have no clue do ya?” Her grip tightened. “Did you not clock the guys walking around here with guns under their blazers? Take another look. The politicians that look like they were about to shit themselves? The man’s feared in this town.”

You shook your hand away. Looking through the glass you saw one man, mid 20s readjust his blazer slightly, revealing shiny black metal tucked at his side. “Oh fuck,” you said, the weight of what was happening hitting you. “He just- he wanted to talk to me about art, he said to wait, that he’d be back,” your sentences jumbled together as you started to hyperventilate.

“Girlie! You need to get your ass back out there, now. Just be polite, try to get him to lose interest. I’m sure he has enough pussy around to let you go.” Despite her drug-fuelled pace, Angie’s words calmed you down.

“Okay, okay. Looks like most people are starting to leave now anyways. I’m sure I make an excuse.” You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders and walked back inside. You made it to the sculpture Loki had pointed out to you earlier, turning to the balcony you saw Angie with her friend, she gave you a thumbs up before turning away.

You tried desperately to focus on the sculpture in front of you, a mass of twisted red fabric and plastic. You hated it- the colour, the textures making you think of death, of decay. You turned to look away, back to Angie and were faced by Loki himself, who was apparently standing right behind you. Oh fuck- how long had he been there? Could he tell you didn’t like this one? Would that make him angry?

“Sorry to startle you,” he apologised, warmly smiling at you.

“It’s- it’s fine. I’m sorry, I almost bumped into you.” You said, gripping the martini glass in your clammy hands.

“So,” he turned you back around, his hands warm on your bare shoulders as he held you in place. “What do you think of this one?”

You surveyed the red monstrosity once more, desperately trying to think of something polite to say. “I hate it,” your mouth hung open in shock at your own admission. His hands shook on your shoulders as he started to laugh, you were surprised to admit it but it was a lovely sound. You smiled and started to laugh too, feeling the nerves slip away. What kind of mobster laughs like that? You relaxed more at the thought, quieting as he came up beside you.

“Darling, I think you’re the first person to ever be honest about this one. I hate it too,” he beamed down at you. What kind of mobster has a smile like this? You wondered, finding yourself wanting to do everything in your power to keep it in place. “I am sorry for not filling you in before but this is my home. I was the poor sap who bought this,” he motioned over to the sculpture, “thing.”

You laughed. “I’m sorry too- I think you might’ve overpaid.”

You felt a poke on your arm and turned to see Angie there, head turned down, obviously trying to hide her state from the man beside you. “Hey- we’re about to head out and catch a cab. Are you coming?”

You turned to Loki, torn about what to do. You felt an instant connection with this man- surely what Angie said couldn’t be true. Loki looked warmly at you. “You’re welcome to stay, I’d love to hear more of your commentary on some more of my purchases.”

You smiled back at him “okay.” Turning back to Angie you held her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll stay here a little while longer. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” Angie raised her eyes to yours, as if to say “girlie, I love you but not enough to get shot over.” You rolled your eyes at her and grinned, “really- I’ll be okay. Bye Angie.” She gave you a pitying smile before backing away and bowing her head at Loki in respectful acknowledgement, turning to meet her friend at the door.

“Now,” Loki bent to gather your arm in his. “Let me show you my favourites.”

~~~

The next year was a blur. Loki had quickly become the only person in your life, your friend, your lover, your teacher, and your keeper. He got in your head, he found out every deep desire of yours, every fantasy. He trained your body to respond to him and only him. You couldn’t cum without him, yet with him he could have you on the floor with just his voice and words. He experimented with your body and allowed you to experiment with his supply, every now and then.

You’d quit your job at the restaurant quickly after the party, explaining to Angie that you had to move in with him, that he’d keep you safe, that it was the only way. You’d lost contact with your friends and your family, your love for Loki filling most of the hollow space left behind. He’d grown firmer as you’d learnt his rules, only displaying his attachment to you in public when it was convenient for him. Otherwise he’d do it in private, bringing you to tears each time he made you cum “just one more time.” You were always hungry for him, no matter what you’d do anything he asked, anything to be his good little darling.

Your life centred completely around him, he was your sun and you hurtled around him, desperately trying to stay in orbit. You could feel that it was unhealthy but you couldn’t give him up. He was the love of your life. He said that to you too, trapping you further in the depths of it each time he whispered he loved you, and how he would never let you go.

Coming back to yourself you found that your hands were tingling, but you felt fantastic. The ecstasy he gave you was rushing through your bloodstream after you waited so patiently for it to hit. You got up off the chair, shooting him a small grin before stepping down from the VIP section to the dance floor.

You closed your eyes and felt the music as your hips swayed, mouthing the lyrics of the song you’d known from another time. You smiled so hard your face hurt, feeling absolutely wonderful in the sweaty crowd. No one dared touch you as you danced, no creeps trying to cop a feel- they knew they’d lose their fingers if they tried. You were dancing beside a girl, her hair cropped short as she danced beautifully, mesmerising you. She smiled and held out her hand, asking for your permission. You took it and pulled up against her, moving in time with her hips against your own.

She smelt so wonderful and her skin was so soft as you swayed with her, her hands falling to your waist as you faced each other. You felt yourself grow wet, forgetting where you were momentarily as you pressed yourself up against her harder.

“What’s your name?” She shouted near your ear over the music in the club. You answered her, finding out her name was Andrea while you continued to dance, your eyes locked. Suddenly you felt a firm grip on your shoulder, spinning you around to face your dark keeper, your stomach twisting in nervous excitement.

“My apologies, but I refuse to share what’s mine.” Loki shouted at Andrea over the music. You turned to throw her a sympathetic look- her eyes were wide with fear as she backed away.

Loki swiftly pulled you to the corner of the dance floor, where he brought your arms up around his neck and began to dance with you, his hands coming to rest on your waist. He stared down at you, his eyes dark. “Darling, you know you’re in trouble.”

You smiled up at him blissfully, moving in time with the music. “I know- I’m sorry. But you’re dancing with me!” You grinned, running your fingers through his soft hair.

He laughed at that, “I suppose I am. No more business tonight, I promise you. Only pleasure,” he brought out the tiny bag once more, tapping two tiny pills out onto his palm. He popped them both in his mouth then leaned in to kiss you, his hands returning around your waist. You opened to the kiss readily and he slid his tongue against yours, pressing one of the pills into your mouth. You pulled away and swallowed, meeting his mischievous stare. He rarely took part in drugs, his associates readily offering though he steadily refused. You knew this meant he was letting himself enjoy the night and your heart fluttered in excitement.

You continued to dance, loving how he felt against you. His jacket was off, and you revelled in feeling the heat radiating from his body under the thin cotton of his dress shirt. You traced your finger tips along his shoulders, bringing them down to grip his biceps, feeling the muscles flex as he moved with you. Your eyes remained locked with his, watching his pupils grow as the drugs slowly hit his system. You brought your hands back up to his neck, lightly dragging your nails up against his scalp as you gripped his hair. He closed his eyes briefly, opening them to hungrily stare at you before dipping down to capture your lips with his. He kissed you gently, pulling away to let your breaths mingle, lightly brushing his lips against your own. He moved to speak in your ear. “Oh darling, you’re trembling.” His voice was patronising and you were certain that even if you weren’t really fucking high you’d still be a wet mess in his arms.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He smirked knowingly, brushing his fingers lightly up and down your arm.

You nodded quickly, breathless.

“Yes? And what do you want me to do to you when we get there?” He taunted you, though you could feel his hard length pressing against you.

Your face was still beside his so he couldn’t see it grow hot as you thought of your answer. “I want you to trace my skin with your fingers, everywhere. I want us to tease each other until we can’t take it anymore. I just- I need you to keep touching me. Please, don’t ever stop.” You brought your face away from his, leaning back in his arms to study his expression. You were met with the dark gaze of a starved man, his eyes full of lust.

Without a word he swiftly pulled you out of the club and into the back of the car waiting at the curb. It sped off to your destination as he lightly drew his fingers up and down your exposed thigh, his other hand draped around your shoulder to firmly hold you close. You were mesmerised, not one coherent thought in your head while you whimpered in the dark. Drawing close to him, you lightly licked his bottom lip, the two of you breathing each other in as he continued to tease you.

The car stopped and the door opened, Loki sliding out before turning to offer you his hand. He slipped your arm in his as you entered the apartment lobby and into the open and waiting elevator. As soon as the doors closed he had you cornered against the wood paneling, his fingers behind your jaw as his thumb lightly brushed your cheek. You held his stare as you opened your mouth and he pressed his thumb inside. You lightly sucked on the digit, caressing it with your lips as he pulled it out, causing him to inhale sharply.

The doors opened and he gripped your arm then turned to pull you along with him out of the elevator and into the apartment. He navigated along the winding corridors of the apartment to your shared bedroom, flinging you down on the bed and switching on the low, warm lights. He turned to you, his jaw flexed as his teeth clenched, the drugs fully hitting his system now. He raised an eyebrow at you before flipping you over, unzipping your dress and shimmying you out of it. He unclasped your bra before turning you on your back to face him once more, pulling it off of you. His eyes devoured the swell of your breast, the curves of your body before flickering back up to your face. “My lovely girl.” Sitting up, he took his blazer off before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it down his shoulders, revealing his toned physique that always made your mouth run dry.

You sat up and brought your knees under you on the edge of the bed, so you were eye-level with his chest. Looking up at him you lightly traced your finger tips up his arm, across his collarbones and down his abdomen. “Your skin is so beautiful,” you said as you looked at him in awe, before bending forward to place a gentle kiss above his heart.

He was looking down at you, a small smile playing at his lips. “Take these off and lie back darling.” His finger hooked in your panties, you nodded and fell back on the bed then slipped the dampened silk from yourself. You couldn’t see him but you heard the clink of a belt as he took off his pants. You melted into the bed, enjoying the way the sheets felt on your bare skin. He climbed up beside you and gently traced his fingers over your palm and up your arm, sliding down between your breasts as you shakily exhaled.

“Oh darling, you’re dripping.” He said in a condescending tone. “You have been all night, haven’t you?”

You whined in response, biting your lip. He rested his hand over your cheek, “my poor girl.” He let his fingers trail gently over your nipple, making you inhale sharply as your back arched off of the bed. “So ready to cum, darling. Tell me, how many times do you think you’ll cum tonight?” He asked, head tilting to the side in amusement.

“H-how many times will you let me cum tonight?” You asked in response, your breath hitching as he traced his fingers up your legs, stopping short of where you needed him most.

“Good answer.” He smirked at you before bringing his face close to yours, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks. He let his lips brush lightly over yours as his hand slid up your thigh and between your legs. You flinched when he trailed his fingers over your heat and he chuckled before starting the circuit again. He continued to gently trace your skin kissing you lightly, until you were a sweaty, whining mess under him.

“Please, please- Loki.” You begged, writhing as he brushed over your heat once more.

“Please, what?” He licked at your lips, tugging the bottom one in-between his teeth. “Tell me what you need, darling.”

“Please use your fingers on me- please fuck me with your fingers.” You pleaded with him, hoping he would decide to keep your punishment he mentioned earlier for another night.

“Is this what you need?” He sharply thrust a finger into you, causing you to cry out.

“Yes, Loki- fuck!” You shouted as he started moving his finger within you, his other hand lightly circling your clit. “I’m going to cum-“ your back arched off the bed as he continued his movements.

“Open your eyes darling- cum for me and open your eyes. I want to see the look on your face while you squeeze me with your delicious cunt.” Obediently you opened your eyes and you came, keeping them trained on his as the pleasure ripped through you. You were screaming his name, your release soaked the sheets beneath you as you rode out the extended high.

After breathing through the aftershocks and coming back to yourself Loki lowered himself between your legs, gripped your thighs and pulled them to the end of the bed. He brought his face to your thigh, just above the knee and licked a trail upwards toward your slit. You moaned at the sensation and he pulled away to give you a wicked grin. “Do you want me to put my mouth on your cunt, darling?” He teased, his fingers tracing the length of your thigh- it already felt like heaven.

“Yes- please…” you lazily gazed at him, your wet dripping down your folds and onto the sheets.

“Tell me darling, who do you belong to?” His ravenous gaze made you whimper, your breath taken from you.

You tried to answer him, you really did but you couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of his voice and those gloriously long fingers brushing against your skin.

“Darling you know how I hate to repeat myself.” He suddenly bent forward to nip at your leg, his lips sucking on the skin. You cried out, the sensation sharp in your heightened state. “Who do you belong to?” He raised an eyebrow, enunciating each word as if you were a child.

“I- I belong to you, Loki. My body, my soul, my heart- it’s all yours.” You said in a moment of clarity, eyes searching his as you repeated what he knew so well.

“Good girl.” He came forward to blow lightly over your slit, your breath catching in your throat as he did so. He lightly pressed a kiss to your clit and you sharply sucked in a breath, your hands twisting in the sheets. He returned quickly to lick a stripe up your slit, making your back arch as you moaned. “Oh darling, so close again already? I can see your desperate hole trembling, begging to be filled. My little whore.” You whined in response and he smiled wickedly. “Not,” he tapped your clit sharply, “yet.” He tapped again and you felt as if you were going mad, your body writhing on the bed.

“Please, please, please- I can’t, I can’t handle it. I need you, please Loki. I’ll do anything,” You stammered, tears springing to your eyes as you looked down at him.

“Oh darling,” he caressed your thighs gently. “My poor, pretty girl. No need for tears, I’ll give you what you need. I promise, you’ll feel so much better.” He brought his mouth back over your cunt, his tongue gently swirling around your clit. You came in seconds, biting your own lip so hard you tasted copper before your mouth hung open as the pleasure came hard and fast, almost causing you to faint. You were so caught up in the pleasure you didn’t realise he’d slipped a finger in your cunt, fucking you as he sucked on your hardened clit. This rolled you into another orgasm, and he pulled away just in time for your release to squirt around his finger moving within you. “That’s it darling, ride it out.” He came up to straddle you on the bed, continuing to move his hand within your fluttering cunt.

You looked up at him with heavily-lidded eyes, as your breaths came out slowly. He brought his fingers to your mouth and you eagerly sucked on them, cleaning them of your cum. “Good girl.”

His length was over your stomach, his legs on either side of your hips. “Can I- can I try something?” You shyly asked, your courage fuelled by the drugs. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, a light smile at his lips, urging you to continue. “Will you lay down for me?”

He smiled at you before licking his lips. “Of course, darling.” He came around to lay beside you on the bed, his eyes watching you intensely while you moved to straddle his abdomen. “Could you- would you mind closing your eyes?” He nodded, dark eyes closing to you. You bent over him, lightly tracing his arm. Coming close to his ear you lightly kissed it before whispering “thank you.”

You sat back up and started to gently trace every inch of his skin facing you with your fingers. You lightly brushed the hair away from his face before bending down to lightly press kisses to it. Crawling down his body you bent to lightly lick his skin before pulling back and blowing cool air over it, continuing your light touches as you did so. You lightly kissed his nipple, letting your tongue slide over it briefly before pulling back to blow air over it. You chanced a look up at his face and found his eyes open and trained on you, giving you a dark stare, his mouth open to accommodate his quickened breath. You kept your eyes on his as you bent to do the same to his other nipple and felt his cock twitch behind you, the impressive length hot against you.

His stare turned positively menacing- he looked as if he were to devour you whole. He grasped your arms and suddenly flipped you beneath him, his hand coming to grip the back of your neck, thumb resting on your cheek. “Do you like teasing me, little one?” He rasped out, his jaw clenched. You squirmed and nodded, feeling his hard cock against your heat.

“Do you feel how hard you’ve made me?” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke those words. “Yes,” was your shy reply. He kissed you before pulling your bottom lip gently between his teeth.

“I’m sorry darling, I can’t stand to wait another second.” He thrust into you, your mouth opening and eyebrows drawing together at the sudden fullness. Your breaths mingled as he picked up his pace, hitting the sensitive spot deep within you. He lifted one of your legs to hook around his waist, his hand firmly gripping your ass. He dipped his head to kiss you and moved his hand to gently stroke your tight, little hole as he continued to rut into you. Your breath was heavy, he pulled away to watch your face as he slid a a finger in to your hole, causing you to clench around his cock. He took a shaky breath, his pace slowing momentarily while your muscles kept their firm hold on him. “You’re gripping me so tightly, little girl. You love the feel of my finger in your tight little ass, don’t you? Are you going to cum again darling?” Your skin was on fire, his words going straight to your core, your back arching into him.

“Yes, fuck- you feel so good,” you breathed.

“Hold on, darling. Not yet,” his expression was positively wicked as you writhed against him, whining. He started moving his finger, as he fucked you, the sensation driving you absolutely wild. You were desperately grabbing his arm, trying to hold on to something, anything to keep yourself from coming without his say. He bent to give you a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against your own, swallowing your moan.

“Are you my good little whore?” You shook at his words, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.

“I- I…” you gasped out, nodding.

“Do you want me to let you cum so your tight cunt can milk my cock?” He growled against your lips, his voice dangerously low.

“Yes please- please,” you begged, your eyes desperately searching his.

“Say it.” He picked up his pace, “tell me who you belong to, you filthy slut.”

“You- Loki! I’m your whore, I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you need- forever.”

“My good girl,” he gave you a dark grin. “Cum, now.” You let go at his words and the pleasure came, suffocating you completely as every muscle in your body clenched and twitched. He came shortly after you with a moan, his eyes momentarily closing as the bliss took him over. You felt him twitch inside of you- your cunt gripping him with each wave of ecstasy, enhanced by the drug. You both caught your breath in silence, his breathing warm against your neck. He started to chuckle and you joined in, the two of you exhausted and content. He pulled his finger out of you and brought his face to yours to kiss you deeply.

“I love you,” you said against his lips.

“I know,” he smiled, pulling away to study your face. “I love you too.”

End notes: The painting I'm describing in the cutscene is James Jean's Lory (2019); check him out if you're interested- his work is amazing. Sorry this isn't Loki show related but it was fun to get this out there! Thank you for reading.

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