#hides his hook in low places since hes so tall

[mustainegf]

Hey!!!! Just wanna start off with your first keep me alive. Like home moly they are amazing!!!

Anyways I was wondering if you could do something about like early dave where he's like a stereotypical bad boy if you know what i mean, like cocky, this the world about him. Then you are like an innocent girl and dave sneaks through your window bc your his girl and since your innocent your a virgin he's really sweet and slow and takes it with you. Sorry if that doesn't make sense 🙁

DAVVVEEE i love u dave kiss me DUDE I FEEL LIKE THIS IS WEAKK I HOPE NOT

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ¹⁹⁸⁰

I was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and couldn't sleep. Thoughts of Dave kept flashing through my mind. He is everything my strict parents told me to watch out for. He's a rebel, wild, and totally intoxicating. I couldn't help myself; he caught me with his bad boy layer.

For months, Dave and I had seeing each other in secret. My parents would never approve, but I could not help myself. We spent most days at his place with my parents believing that I was off with friends.

Each night, he'd climb through my window, trying not to make a sound. It was our little secret, a dangerous secret that only made me love him more.

Tonight wasn't any different. I waited, my heart pounding against my chest as I heard the faint sound of his sneakers on the grass outside. My breath sped at the sight of his silhouette appearing at my window. He silently opened the window and slipped inside with my help.

"Hey," he whispered, a smirk hooking on his lips. His eyes gleamed in the sapphire moonlight—just like a mixture of hazel and dark seas.

"Hey," I whispered back, attempting to hide the large grin that was spreading on my face. "You made it."

"Of course I did," he replied, low and assured. "I couldn't stay away, not from you."

He crossed the room in a few strides. Filling the room, Dave stood tall and lean. Thin from endless playing of his guitar and running wild, his peachy red hair was a soft blush against his pale skin; his hazel eyes so soft—a softness reserved just for me.

He was dressed in his usual tight jeans, an old ass Venom shirt, and a leather jacket. He smelled of cigarettes and leather, a smell that very faintly marked my bed each morning I woke up with him gone, disappeared out my window.

"Your parents asleep?" he asked, his voice very quiet as he sat on the edge of my bed.

I nodded. My heart was really going now. "Yeah. Mom is visiting her parents, and you know how my dad sleeps." I chuckle softly, knowing my dad wouldn't even stir if you crashed to cymbals in his ears.

"Good," he said, his face spreading into a grin. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I smiled at him, so close, counting each cute freckle on his cheeks.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, his eyes raking over me. I was only in a simple white nightgown, but the way he looked at me made me feel like I was dressed in the finest silk.

"Thanks," I whispered, feeling my cheeks flush. "You look… dangerous."

He chuckled softly, his eyes flicking to my lips for a moment. "Only for you, babe."

My heart jumped a beat at his words. There was something thrilling about being with someone like Dave, someone who lived on the edge. But tonight felt different.

"C'mere," he said, smiled and pulled me into his arms as we laid back in bed. He kissed me deep and slow, his lips so soft and warm.

We kissed for what felt years, our lips moving like the smoothest butter. His hands examined my body, detailing every curve and dip.

"I want to be with you," he whispered against my lips, his voice raw.almost like it was difficult for him to say. "Really be with you."

I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. There was something there, something vulnerable.

"I want that too," I finally found the courage to admit.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. "I want you to be ready."

I nodded, feeling my heart swell up in love. "I trust you, Dave."

He kissed me again, his lips so soft. "I'll be gentle," he promised.

With that, he began to undress, movements slow. I watched, entranced as he bared his body. He was so beautiful, all lean and handsome. My breath frothed in my throat as he slid out of his jeans, the erection very clearly straining against his boxers.

He turned to look at me; with what, my heart told me, was lust. "If you want to stop, just say the word."

I shook my head, my hand reaching out to touch him. "I don't want to stop," I whispered. "I want you, Dave."

He smiled, and relief washed across his face. He helped me out of my nightgown; his hands were tender and respectful. I felt a chill run through me as the cool air violated my skin, but his warm hands dispelled that chill very fast. He took a moment to stare at me, his eyes admiring what one could have thought was the most beautiful painting.

"You're so beautiful." he murmured.

I couldn't help but blush as he kissed me again, his hands tracing my body, learning every inch of skin. He was gentle, the kind of touch as though scared to break me.

"I have never done this before," I confessed, shaking a bit.

"I know," he whispered. "I will go very slow. I will make it good for you, I promise."

Only a nod was I able to manage.

He led me down onto the bed. He positioned himself between my legs, never taking his eyes off mine. I stared at his dick, admittedly, I hadn't really seen one before, except for a couple times in porn mags.

He was cut, with a thick vein running on the underside, probably 7 inches. My mouth had begun to water at the sight of precum leaking from his tip; he must have been waiting for this moment forever.

"This might hurt a little," he warned, his voice gentle. "But I will be as gentle as I can, yeah?"

I nodded, whispering back. "I trust you.".

He kissed me again, with lips that were a sweet distraction, then pushed back down to my entrance, looking for one second into my eyes.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

He pushed forward, the head of his cock stretching me open, and I was gasping at the sensation, I was full as the penetration was. He paused to give me a moment to adjust.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked again with a sudden concerned intonation in his voice. I nodded; my breath came in short gasps. "Yes… Keep going." He moved forward again slowly, filling me completely, inch by inch. Again, he stopped to look into my eyes. "I'm in," he breathed softly between soft pants. "You feel so good." "So do you," I said back, reaching up to cup his cheeks gently.

He began to move, slow measured thrusts that left me sensitive and limp, in the very best way. The pain gradually dispersed. I clung to him, my nails marring into his back as he moved within me.

"You're s-so tight," he strained.

"Dave," I moaned, my body trembling with the arousal. "I love you."

"I love you too," he echoed back to me in a whisper.

He quickened a little, his thrusts just a bit sloppier. I felt myself tensing up, pressure building with the motion, as the strokes of the head went onto my G spot. Dave's hands gripped my hips, tugging me further into him as he ground into me just that little bit faster.

"Fuck," he groaned, hardly loud enough to hear. "You feel so good. So fucking good.".

"Da. Dave," I cried, my body vibrating with a tremor. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it," he urged, his voice desperate. "Cum for me, baby."

I ground my teeth together as I finally crested. My whole body spasmed, my muscles tensing around him. Dave was just seconds behind, his own release spilling onto my heaving tummy with a bestial groan. He buried his face into my neck, breathing hot on my skin as he rode out his orgasm, sucking sweet marks onto my skin.

We just lay there for a really long time, our bodies wrapped around each other, our breathing slowing down to become one in a rise and fall of breath.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I said, my voice as soft as my exhale.

[daddy-deathslinger]

Omg I love ur blog so much I always re read all of the Deathslinger ones 😫❤️

Anyway! I was wondering if it's possible for a slinger x female surv reader where she's been with him for a while and even made friends with the other killers (preferably Frank and Pin) but blight went around and dosed a bunch of the other killers (slinger included) and doc and Trapper r like well take u to lerys since that's where he's being held. She just watches in horror as Caleb is just a monster. To the point she sleeps outside of the chamber and stuff like that and frank is bff and is there for her 100% even pin is trying to keep her distracted by solving the cube and stuff like that. Afterwards when the serum wears off she like tackles this poor man and super fluffy ending of ur choosing thank you and I'm sorry if this is so long 💀

Hey there! Thank you soo much for those kind words, I always love to hear people enjoy my things! 🤠❤️ And thank you for the request, I really hope you like what I came up with! 🫶 (This became a really long one, so grab some popcorn and settle in!)

“As the heavens fall” - Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger x Female S/O

It felt stupid to be writing a poem in a place like this, but it couldn’t be helped. You had an urge to write something neat for Caleb, and you were already halfway through the poem. Smiling like an idiot to yourself, you read through what you had written so far. Looked good enough, but now it was time to get some sleep. A trial was waiting for you soon, and you needed your strength. Cuddling up in your sleeping bag, you listened to the others at the campfire, their stories and occasional laughs. It made you feel safe and sleepy, knowing the others were here as well, all safe. For now. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a longing in your heart for Caleb, and you wondered where he was these days. You hadn’t seen him in weeks. 

Waking up at the old Thompson house, you quickly got on your feet and started exploring the place. Everything seemed as usual, the strange family portraits still hung on the walls and the stench of sweat and dead filled the rooms. Finding a generator downstairs, you started working on it as silently as you could. You still didn’t know who your killer was, or who your teammates in this trial were for that matter. One had to be careful at the start of a trial, always. But the minutes went by without you hearing or seeing anything other than your own generator, and you started to worry. Then, a loud roar could be heard in the distance. The chainsaw. Quickly, you got up from your generator and left it to sneak out the back door of the house. It wasn’t safe to stay inside a house with one of the chainsaw-wielding killers, you knew that. You needed to be able to run fast, if the situation called for it. You caught a glimpse of Kate through the cornfield, and you were just about to run up to her as you heard the roaring chainsaw again. This time it was a lot closer. Feeling your pulse quicken, you laid low in the cornfield, hoping not to be seen by the killer. Seeing a tall figure run through the corn a couple of meters away from you, you held your breath. There he was, the Hillbilly. But something was different about him. He seemed a lot faster in his limping sprint, and something yellow oozed out from his eyes and mouth. And the hissing breath was even more frantic than usual. Before you could react, he had found Kate hiding in the corn, and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed, helplessly trying to free herself from the iron grasp, but the Hillbilly quickly tossed her over his shoulder and started limping away with her. You could only watch in terror, as the killer lifted Kate onto a hook and the agonising screams filled the air. You remained hidden, watching as the Hillbilly revved his chainsaw and burst into a maniacal sprint, heading towards the Thompson house. Something was definitely different about him, he seemed so much faster and even more agitated than usual. As if the whip of the Entity was on his back at all times. 

The trial went south from there. The Hillbilly slaughtered all your teammates with ease, and all you could do was watch. It was useless to try and be a hero against a chainsaw. When you found the hatch in the cornfield, you thanked your lucky star before opening it and jumping in. Back at the campfire, you didn’t find Kate or anyone else that had been with you at the trial. And you knew why. They hadn’t been granted rest at the campfire for their “poor performance” at the trial, and so they had probably been sent to another trial already. It always made you uneasy, having survived a trial while your teammates got punished. But that was how things were around here. As you sat down at the campfire, your mind turned once again to the Hillbilly and his unbelievable speed and agitation. How was that possible, and what was the yellow stuff oozing out of him? It had almost resembled the serum that the Blight injected himself with, but that couldn’t be possible. Or could it? In one swift motion, you got back up from the log at the campfire. Something was wrong, you had to find Caleb and ask him what he knew about all this. You missed him, you were worried, you needed to be with him. Saying a quick “bye” to Claudette and Jake at the camp, you ventured off into the black forest. They knew you and Caleb were seeing each other, you had been for some time now. They didn’t mind you sneaking off to be with him and say hello to some of the other killers, and for that you were thankful. You didn’t really know how it was to be that you and Caleb started dating, it just sort of happened. One day you were stupid, or brave, enough to seek out Glenvale and find him there, and the next thing you knew the two of you were inseparable. Smiling at the memory of your first date, you quickened your pace a bit, running over roots and fallen tree trunks. You knew your way to Glenvale by this point, and you were soon stepping onto the hot desert sand with determined steps. 

“Caleb?” you called out, not getting any reply. 

Maybe he was in his workshop, but as you opened the door to the shed you found it to be empty. That was odd, he was usually always there if he wasn’t sleeping. Searching the saloon from top to bottom, you didn’t find him there either. Your stomach started curling in on itself as you found his Redeemer on the ground behind the saloon. He would never leave it out here like this, what was happening? 

“Caleb?” you tried again, your voice more desperate now.

No reply this time either. Your heart was quickening up its pace by now, and you bit your lip instinctively. Where was he? This was not like him at all. 

“Y/N!” someone suddenly called out, and you turned around in one swift motion to see the Doctor and the Trapper walk up to you.

“Doctor! Evan!” you sighed in relief, knowing them well and knowing they weren’t going to hurt you. “Where’s Caleb? I’ve searched everywhere and he’s not here!”

The Doctor and the Trapper looked at one another, then the Doctor cleared his throat and looked back at you. 

“We haven’t had the chance to tell you… He’s been drugged.”

“Drugged?”

You felt your heart skip a beat. The Doctor nodded and the Trapper let out a heaving sigh. 

“Blight was here, a couple of days ago”, he said. “Injected him with that hideous serum and dragged him away.”

“He got the Hillbilly also, but from what we’ve seen Caleb has not been responding well to the serum”, the Doctor said.

“What do you mean?” you said, your voice shaking. “Where’s Caleb?”

“He’s at Lery’s”, the Doctor responded. “Blight locked him up after he started responding poorly to the serum. We’ll take you there.”

You felt nauseous. Walking in a quick pace after the Doctor and the Trapper, you couldn’t help but imagine the terror that awaited you as you got to Caleb. What had become of him? What had Blight’s serum done to him? Feeling a knot in your stomach, you tried to shove away the thought of Caleb chained up in the treatment room of Lery’s. As the three of you finally got to Lery’s courtyard, the knot in your stomach was the size of a football. 

“Where is he being held?” you asked, and the Trapper pointed towards the second floor. 

“A room up there, one of the patient’s rooms.”

Without hesitating, you marched in through the doors of Lery’s and made your way upstairs. You jogged up the stairs to the second floor and almost ran to the hallway with the patient’s rooms. Checking every room through the small glass window in the doors, you searched frantically until you found him. There he was, in the last room. You tried the door, it was locked. Hearing someone at the door, Caleb turned around to face you. What you saw was worse than any nightmare you had ever had in this place. Caleb’s face was a mess, an oozing, yellow mess. The serum was dripping out of his mouth and eyes, his body crouched and crooked into a seemingly inhuman position. This couldn’t be. 

“Caleb!” you cried out, and the next second Caleb threw himself at the door with a loud roar.

You backed away from the door, tears streaming down your face. This wasn’t Caleb, you knew that. It hurt so much, seeing his distorted face pressed up against the door’s window. This wasn’t him. Curse the Blight for injecting him with the serum! 

“Y/N!” you suddenly heard a voice call out in the hallway.

It was Frank.

“Y/N, where are you?”

“I’m over here, Frank”, you replied, wiping the tears from your face.

Frank ran up to you, and the two of you embraced in a strong hug.

“I heard what happened to… Shit, it’s so fucked up!” Frank said, releasing you from the hug. “I saw what had happened to the Hillbilly, but I never thought he would inject Caleb too!”

You nodded, wiping away a few new tears. You looked back at Caleb, who had moved away from the door and was hunching over in the corner of the room now.

“I can’t stand seeing him like this!” you said.

“I know”, Frank sighed, sitting down on the floor opposite of the door. “I asked the Doc what he thinks about this. I’m afraid the only thing we can do is wait it out.”

You let out a trembling sigh and sat down next to Frank on the cold floor.

“I’ll wait as long as I have to.”

And wait you did. Day and night, outside of the room. You slept on the cold floor when you needed rest, and wandered in circles outside of the room when you were awake. As soon as you were called to a trial, you were determined to survive so that you could go back to Lery’s and see Caleb. Pinhead and Frank came to see you a couple of times, Pinhead bringing his box to try and get your mind on something else.

“Thanks, Spencer, but I don’t think I can solve any puzzle boxes right now”, you sighed.

Pinhead nodded in silence and remained at the door as Frank sat down next to you on the floor opposite of the room. 

“Any improvements?” he asked, and you sighed heavily.

“Nothing. He’s like a-a monster, like nothing I’ve seen before. I still can’t believe it…”

“Hey”, Frank said, and you looked up at him. “He knows you’re here, he can feel it. And he’s gonna get better, you have to trust that.”

You nodded, a silent tear falling down your face. You had to trust that.

One day, you brought the poem with you. You sat down in silence, after checking in on Caleb, and continued writing it. You had thought of an ending to it. 

“... and as the heavens fall, I fall with it, and drown in the stars of your eyes.”

It was cheesy, but you didn’t mind it. Right now, you would give anything to just be able to hold Caleb again. To whisper into his hair how much you loved him, feel his breath on your skin as you kissed. Gasping to hold back the tears, you folded the poem and put it into your jeans pocket. Getting up from the floor, you stood at the door and peeked into the little window. Caleb was standing in the corner of the room, twitching and growling. You let out a sad sigh and pressed your hand against the window. If only you could tell him how much you loved him. But, why couldn’t you? If he understood, he understood. And if he didn’t, at least you would have it said out loud. 

“Caleb…” you whispered, your breath fogging up the window slightly. “Caleb, I wish you could come back to me. I love you so much.”

Suddenly, you noticed a change in Caleb’s twitching. He turned around, facing you, and you almost screamed out in relief when you saw that the yellow ooze from his eyes and mouth had stopped. He almost looked like himself again, save for the occasional twitching and snarling. 

“Come back to me, Caleb!” you said again, louder. “I know it’s you in there, come back to me, please!”

The next second, Caleb made a final twitch before he suddenly dropped to the floor with a loud thud. You screamed in shock, banging on the door in vain. 

“Caleb? Caleb!”

He didn’t move. You had to find the Doctor, you had to unlock the door. As fast as your legs carried you, you ran through the hallway downstairs to the office. There you found the Doctor, and he didn’t need much convincing to give you the key to the room. Just as quickly as before, you were back at the room’s door, your shaky hands fumbling a bit with the key until you finally got the door open. Rushing into the room, you didn’t hesitate for a second as you knelt down beside Caleb’s body and grabbed it to turn him around on the floor. His back against the floor, his face up towards yours, you studied his closed eyes closely. The yellow ooze was still there, and you carefully dried it away from his face with the sleeve of your sweater. 

“Caleb…?”

His eyes remained closed. You felt your heart hammering in your chest, as you with shaky hands stroked his face.

“Caleb, please wake up!”

Suddenly, you could see his eyes twitching behind his closed eyelids. You gasped and stroked his face again.

“Caleb! It’s me! It’s Y/N!”

The next second, Caleb’s eyes flew wide open. You gasped with happiness, as your eyes met his. It took him a few seconds to recognize you, but when he did, a bright smile grew on his lips.

“Y/N…” he whispered with a hoarse voice. “Is it really you?”

You nodded with an even bigger smile, tears of happiness forming in your eyes. Caleb sat up with a heaving sigh, his body appeared to be hurting still. You wanted to hug him, embrace him, but you didn’t want to test his sore body. 

“I can’t believe you found me”, Caleb said, cupping your face in his hands. “Everything was darkness and pain. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear. But somehow, I knew you were there, right outside the door. I… I felt you.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. With a shriek of happiness, you threw yourself into his arms, to his surprised gasp. 

“Easy, there, darlin’!” he laughed, but you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging him tightly, finally getting to bury your face into his long hair. 

How you had missed his voice. His touch. His smell. Suddenly releasing him from the hug, you remembered something in your jeans pocket.

“Caleb, I’ve got a little something for you”, you smiled, and Caleb hummed with interest.

Taking out the folded up poem, you handed it to him with a shy smile.

“It’s silly, but I hope you like it.”

[descendantofthesparrow]

POYW; Give it back

“Make me” 

Rose/(y/n) messin’ round with her fav pirate, aka stealing his hook and refusing to give it back.

[angryschnauzer]

He’s A Keeper

Summary: Working as an artist hired by Durrell Zoo, you spend your days sketching the day to day life of the animals and the keepers. One keeper in particular catches your eye.

Pairing: AU Zookeeper Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned)

Fandom: Henry Cavill

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Friends to Lovers, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Safe Sex/Use of Condoms, Realistic Sex/Relationship discussion, Vaginal Sex.

Typo’s are allowed to run wild and free, only the finest organic free range fuck ups for me.

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He’s A Keeper

Working the pencils over the sketchpad you quietly captured the beauty of the animals the zookeepers had nursed back to full health, the Ruffed Lemur currently hanging off the keepers arm as he spoke through the headset to the group of excited school children watching through the glass. 

You’d been hired by the zoo to capture day to day life at the zoo throughout the summer season, drawing the animals and the humans, however there was one particular human you had found yourself drawn to numerous times, and that was the rather tasty zookeeper by the name of Henry. He also had one of the sexiest voices you’d ever had the pleasure to listen to, so as he explained about the Lemur’s your mind wandered, as did your gaze;

“... originally from Madagascar, and have been part of Durrell zoo since 1982 where they have been essential to the breeding program…”

Your mind fell even further into the gutter at the word ‘breeding’, your eyes raking down Henry’s body, taking in how the branded t-shirt clung to his chest before tapering down to a narrow waist where it was neatly tucked into cargo pants that did little to hide how thick his thighs were and a pert arse you could bounce a satsuma off of. Biting the end of the pencil you had all but given up drawing, only realising that the talk was over when the group of school children were being herded onto the next exhibit by their tour guide and teachers.

When the kids had disappeared you finally got back to drawing, watching as Henry finished up feeding the Lemur’s before he met your gaze and smiled at you. Tapping your pencil on the glass he frowned and shook his head, before smiling and pointing to the sign in the corner of the window that said ‘do not tap the glass’, getting closer you tried to mouth your words to him, but was surprised when his eyes went wide in almost shock, before looking down and realising you had pressed your chest to the glass, your low cut cami top helping to accentuate your cleavage. When you looked up again he was gone and you let out a sigh of disappointment, before he appeared through a door to the side of the viewing area;

“Hi” he had a smile that could charm the panties off a nun; “Did you want me?”

“God yes…” Oh fuck, did you say that out loud?; “Sorry, i mean, you’ve dropped the foam bit off your headset...”

He glanced into the enclosure just at the moment one of the larger Lemur’s picked up the small round piece of foam and staring straight at Henry, proceeded to rip it into tiny pieces.

“Furry little fucker…” he cursed under his breath before turning back to you, but before he could say anything a group of other keepers came walking in and soon you were hanging onto the periphery of their conversation where they were discussing going for drinks after work. Moving to pack your stuff up as you presumed they weren’t including you, but a call of your nickname drew your attention;

“Hey Da Vinci, you up for a few beers after work?”

You hesitated to answer, glancing at Henry who had a smile across his face and a hopeful look in his eye;

“We’re all going…”

“Ok, yeah sure, that’d be great” you agreed. 

-

An hour later you were sitting on the wall outside the main entrance waiting for the rest of the keepers to finish their shifts, smiling as you saw them coming out of the doors, and the ensuing 10 minutes that followed as people sorted out who was driving and how many people could fit into just a couple of small cars. As spaces were allocated Henry laughed and shook his head;

“I am NOT riding five up in a Renault Clio, i’m too tall, i’ll have to fold myself in half! Where are we going anyway, i can take my bike and just walk home after”

Waiting as everyone discussed location and finished off seat allocation, they’d finally decided when Henry turned to you;

“Hey, i think the last seats are in the stoner wagon…”

“Oh…” you didn’t have anything against anyone smoking pot, but didn’t fancy being in a car you could barely see out of the windows of.

“But you can ride with me on my bike?”

Looking to where Henry was pointing, you saw a fairly large trails bike, the kind that could go 50mph over rough land and through forests;

“I… I don’t have a helmet…”

“Wait here, let me run into the locker room and grab the spare i keep here”

Everyone else pulled away as Henry ran into the zoo, and you glanced at the bike. You’d never been on a motorbike before, so this would be a first. Stowing everything loose in your backpack, you hooked it over both shoulders just as Henry reemerged from the building, swinging his keys from one finger as he came to stand in front of you;

“Hey, thanks for waiting”

“No worries! So, where are we going again?”

“The pub in Rozel does good food and pulls a great pint” he nodded to his left and you saw a row of motorbikes; “You ever ridden?”

Shaking your head you laughed; “No, never”

He carefully helped you put the helmet on, his nimble fingers helping to secure the strap beneath your chin before putting his own on and climbing onto the bike, pushing it off the kick stand and nodding for you to climb on. You tried to sit back, but he wrapped his arm behind his back and pulled you flush to his body;

“Gotta hold on tight, otherwise you’ll throw the balance off. Lean when i lean and just squeeze a bit harder if you’re scared, the ride won’t take long” he shouted over the thrum of the noisy engine idling.

The ride down to the small village of Rozel had been exhilarating, from the vibration of the motorbike between your legs to the way you were able to wrap your arms around Henry’s waist and cling to him as he hurtled around the country roads at what seemed like warp speed, when in fact it was little more than 30mph. By the time you arrived in the small fishing cove your heart was racing and you actually let out a reluctant moan at the thought of removing your arms from around Henry’s waist.

“C’mon” he grinned as he helped you off the bike; “I’ll buy you a vodka and coke to calm your nerves”

“It wasn’t nerves” you muttered to yourself, smirking as you know he heard you.

-

The group had managed to find a cluster of small tables chairs and benches in the corner of the pub beer garden, and as the sun had set behind the hills to the rear of the pub, the cold Atlantic sea had glowed in pale blues and pinks. You were squashed into a bench with Henry on one side and another enormous hulk of a keeper on the other, and as the temperature had dropped you’d found yourself thankful that Henry had casually rested his arm behind you so you could leech some of his warmth, but it didn’t stop a violent shiver involuntarily running up your spine.

“Cold?” Henry asked quietly, before gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close; “Any better?”

You nodded and let out a very quiet whine as you smiled at him, completely surrounded by his scent and warmth. It made your stomach do a flip and you clenched your thighs together, something that didn’t get past Henry as your leg twitched against his thigh. Before either of you could say anything an enormous bowl of cheesy fries was set down between you, your stomach growling at the aroma’s that wafted around you as it turned out someone had ordered sharing bowls for the whole table.

With the meal mostly devoured as you’d sat side by side on a small wooden bench in the pub garden, laughing as you fed each other and strings of cheese hung from your fingers. As the giggles of a joke faded away you glanced at Henry’s almost finished pint;

“Hey, you aren’t planning on riding that bike home are you?”

“Nah, i’d never drive after a pint, let alone three… my place is just behind The Navigator restaurant…” he paused; “Oh god, where are you staying, do i need to call you a taxi?”

“No no, i’m renting a studio up the hill, on the hairpin bend”

“Oh…” 

It wasn’t a bad ‘oh’ and there was definitely something loaded in the subtext, so when people had started to leave and arrange ride’s back to St Helier and St Johns it felt natural for Henry to stand with his arm around your shoulders as you both waved everyone off.

“Can i walk you home?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise, and you nodded as he slid his hand into yours, leading you along the low coast road that skirted the harbour.

-

You hadn’t gotten far before the evening turned even better, a brief suggestion of a walk along the beach as the tide was out soon had your feet in soft sand as you were pressed to the weathered stone of the sea wall, Henry’s lips on your neck as your fingers dug into his back, his teeth nipping and biting at whatever exposed flesh he could find. You hadn’t even realised he was going lower until he was on his knees in front of you, those sea blue irises staring up at you as he pressed kisses to your legs where your shorts ended. His fingers softly rested on the button and he finally spoke, his voice low and thick with lust;

“May i?”

Nodding fervently you bit your lip as you watched him slowly unbutton you, pulling the garment down your legs until you were able to step out. Never breaking eye contact he lifted your leg and gently rested it on his shoulder, pressing open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh until his face was pressed against your panties and his wide tongue worked against the soaked cotton and lace. His finger crooked beneath them and tugged the scrap of fabric to the side, seeking out your clit before tracing down to your cunt and tenderly teasing the entrance.

“Henry… please…” you whined, desperate for more

“Don’t you worry, i’m gonna make you see stars…”

Pushing his head forwards his lips caught your clit as he slowly slid two fingers into your soaked channel. You let out a long groan at the feel of his lips and fingers finding the right spot immediately, his other hand cupping the back of your thigh before he ran it around your hip and caught your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he quickly drove you closer and closer to the edge with that added touch of intimacy. Suddenly he hummed against your clit and the world exploded, making you cum so hard you truly did see stars as a white heat bloomed in your belly and you rode Henry’s fingers until you were spent.

As you rested against the wall behind you he carefully withdrew his fingers, licking them clean as he tugged your shorts up your legs. You couldn’t help but to notice the obscene bulge in the front of his cargo pants, your hand rubbing over the smooth curve of it;

“You keep doing that and i’ll cum in my boxers… “ he panted out, his lips inches from yours; “What’s your room like?”

“Its a little summer cabin studio right at the end of the garden, away from the other holiday rentals and the main house… what about you…”

“Shared flat with two other guys from the zoo. They’re probably drinking in the lounge right now… so, your place?”

-

Unlocking the door you stepped inside and turned on a small lamp, standing aside so Henry could come into your small summer living space.

“Mmm nice” he nodded and looked around; “Wanna give me the tour?”

You snorted out a laugh at the formality, and held your arm out;

“Well this is the kitchen area, right next door we have the smallest shower room in Jersey, and here’s the bed” you didn’t need to take a single step for the ‘tour’, the room seeming even smaller as Henry took a single stride and wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you flush with his chest. Never breaking eye contact he gently trailed a single finger over your cheek, his thumb brushing your plump bottom lip;

“Are you going to be good for me?”

Your legs almost buckled at the deep baritone of his voice, igniting something within you that you hadn’t even known existed, eagerly nodding;

“Yes Sir”

Lowering his lips to yours he kissed you, his tongue pushing past your lips as he took control, walking the pair of you back until your legs hit the bed and you fell back onto the soft unmade covers. Covering your body with his, he quickly stripped you of your clothing, his mouth trailing behind his hands so every inch of you was gifted with a kiss. 

Standing between your legs he pulled his t-shirt over his head and you couldn’t help but to moan at the sight of his body; toned and just the right amount of hair on his chest and a treasure trail on his abdomen that surely led to untold riches. Quickly sitting up your hands joined his on his button to his cargo pants;

“May i?”

Henry released his hands and nodded, watching as you carefully plucked the button before lowering the zipper painfully slowly, his boxers tented obscenely and you couldn’t help but to cup him in your palm, the searing heat of his engorged cock a welcome feel in your hands, the wide mushroom head clearly visible through the stretched fabric. Unceremoniously tugging the rest of his clothing down, you felt yourself getting wetter as his beautiful cock was finally revealed; big, thick and uncut, you had to taste him and quickly ducked your head forwards, swallowing his head between your lips as his hands flew to your hair to steady himself.

Now it was your turn to drive him crazy with your mouth, taking him as deep as you could even though it was barely half of his length, you wrapped both hands around what was left, the thick root of his shaft filling both palms. A few more pumps and he pulled his hips back with a gasp, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his bulbous tip;

“If you keep doing that i’m gonna cum far too soon…” he said, his voice shaking; “Lay back and let me treat you right…”

Scooting up the bed you settled against the pillows as you watched Henry shed himself of the rest of his clothing, his boots and socks hooked off, cargo pants and underwear all left in a messy pile at the side of the bed, before he crawled up the mattress like a Panther stalking its prey.

Capturing your lips for another searing kiss, you felt his hot shaft against your belly, burning against your skin and you so desperately wanted to feel him inside you. Pulling away just slightly you were already breathless;

“Just a second…” reaching for the small drawer at side of the bed you pulled out an unopened box of condoms, Henry sitting back on his knees as you ripped the box’s cellophane open with your teeth and pulled out a small foil packet, tearing it open before smoothing the latex over Henry’s shaft. Looking up to his face he wore a rather sheepish smile;

“Sorry, shoulda’ thought of that”

“S’ok, a girl’s gotta keep sharp these days…”

“Right…” he met your gaze; “But you know, if you had gotten pregnant, i would have stood by you”

“Umm thanks? But its for STD’s. I’m on the pill”

“Oh… good thinking…”

A tense pause hung over the pair of you, before you reached up and rested your hand on his chest;

“Shall we continue?”

At your words the tension in the room suddenly dissipated, Henry kissing you as he slid a hand between your bodies so he could position himself at your entrance, groaning as he pushed in slowly breaching your body. Your tight channel hugged him tight, unfamiliar with such a size splitting your walls so he paused, pressing light kisses to your face as your body grew accustomed with his size and the heavy weight of his dick in your pillowy soft embrace. Finally you moaned out his name;

“Henry… please…”

“What do you need?”

“Move… please move. Fuck me, please”

Pushing up on his forearms he started to fluidly move his hips, slow and steady, each thrust was gentle but firm, your body yielding to him as he started to increase the pace, the sound of hot bodies meeting filling the small wooden cabin as the gentle sounds of the sea not far away filled the rest of the night. Soft moans spilled from your lips at the feel of his body playing yours like a delicate instrument, waiting for the chorus and the inevitable crescendo. But he was going to play the entire symphony first, knowing how to get you to sing the high notes as the thrum of your bodies were in tune with each other completely.

With the stretch of his girth and the way the curve of it meant he was able to find your g-spot with every thrust you were fast approaching your orgasm, your body trembling as your lips found a life of their own;

“Henry… please, so good… keep doing that… oh god, i’m gonna cum…”

“That’s it, my good girl, cum on my cock, let me feel you squeezing me so tight… feel so amazing right now… that’s it, you can do it…”

With a cry you came, your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him deep whilst your body shook with a fierce orgasm, triggering his own as he pumped a heavy load into the condom.

Finally spent, Henry settled on top of you, his weight a heavy comfort as your sweaty bodies lay skin to skin, the gentle roughness of his chest hair against your naked breasts a tender reminder of his virility. When he started to soften he finally shifted, holding the condom at the base as he pulled out and staggered the few steps to your small bathroom;

“I’ll be back in a second, gotta sort this out…”

The door closed and you shifted on the bed, pulling the duvet back and sliding between the sheets, listening as you heard the tell tale sound of a man urinating and the high pitched, double barrelled squeak of a fart. The flush of the toilet and water running soon after meant you knew the second he would reappear, a flannel in his hand and he stopped dead, his cheeks suddenly bright crimson;

“You heard that didn’t you?”

“It's a small wooden cabin… yes i did”

“Sorry” he approached the bed and with a warm flannel he carefully cleaned between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your lips as he did. When finished he sat on the side of the bed; “Can i stay the night, or did you want me to go?”

“Have you got work tomorrow?”

“Nope. You?”

“Nope. Please, stay”

He quickly threw the flannel into the sink in the bathroom, before with a giggle climbed under the duvet and pulled you into his arms;

“So, how many more condom’s you got?”

-

The morning light broke softly through the trees that surrounded your cabin, your body sore but sated, knowing every bruise and ache came from soft lips, sharp teeth, or skilled fingers, apart from that one ache deep inside that you knew exactly what had caused that delicious soreness, and the owner and cause of all of it still softly slept in your bed. Climbing out you quickly used the bathroom, and as you came back into the room the artist in you couldn’t help but to admire how the dappled morning light cascaded over Henry’s body. Slipping his work t-shirt over your head you pulled your sketchbook from your backpack and settled onto the only chair in the room, quietly working carbon to paper.

Henry woke 45 minutes later, the gentle scratching of your art making him squint at the bright daylight, before laying back on the pillows with his arms spread;

“Still life class?”

Setting your sketchbook down you padded across the room and climbed onto the bed;

“Sorry, i couldn’t help myself… the way the sun was hitting the muscles of your back and shoulders, you were like an anatomy masterpiece”

With a laugh and moving much quicker than you thought he was possible of, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you, his body atop of yours;

“Well that’s enough of that, i would like to become better acquainted with your anatomy… and as we’ve both got the day off i suggest we make the most of it”

Laughing you fell into his embrace, sighing with happiness. Henry really was a keeper, as you were for sure not going to let him go. 

[foxleycrow]

Thranduil & Túrin playing together in Doriath, for @tolkiengenweek —when I realized they could have been kids in Doriath at the same time, I had to draw them together.

This one also comes with a short accompanying fic about their meeting:

To Wear an Elven Crown

Thranduil had longed to meet the Adan since he had heard the first tales of his arrival in Doriath. His wish had displaced most other longings in his heart. If he could speak to an Adan, he could practice his Mannish and ask him about so many things, like the life of his people and the world outside the Fence. Beleg Cúthalion had found the Adan lost in the woods, and then King Thingol had adopted him! Thranduil had never heard of anyone adopting an Adan, let alone the king himself. If he were now Thingol's son, did that mean he was an Elf, as well as a Man? 

Thranduil had asked his father several times whether he could visit the Adan, but each time he was told the newcomer was too unwell. He had been sick and weak when he was discovered, and he was not yet strong enough to entertain company. This news sank him into a deep state of worry. The Edain could contract illnesses, and were mortal. What if this one became very sick, or even died! Of course, the healers of Doriath were the greatest in Middle-earth, but the Adan had come from dangerous lands far from the protection of Doriath, where anything might have befallen him. Thranduil had heard stories of strange fevers and chills that Edain could suffer from; what if the Elven healers did not know how to treat them?

"If he were to speak with someone his own age, Ada, he might feel better." The Adan was young, like himself. Not precisely the same age, since Edain aged so differently, but near enough in essence. He wondered what kind of games the Edain played. Maybe they had invented some no Elves had dreamed of…

"Do you believe so?" asked Oropher, raising an eyebrow. "An interesting perspective. I did not know you had become such an expert on the matter."

"I would feel better, if it were me." In defiance of his father's eyebrow, he added, "I asked Beleg to tell me everything he knows about the Edain."

"Oh, so you are an expert. My mistake." Oropher's hand settled on his head. Thranduil felt the warmth of his father's skin on his brow and blinked. "He has been through much, little Tuil," said Oropher. "We will not tax him any more than we need to."

After offering a gentle pat, Oropher withdrew his hand. Thranduil lay back, resting his head among the grasses. Thranduil did not expect his father to understand, for Oropher was very old. There were no children in King Thingol's house, and if they would not allow Thranduil to visit and talk to the Adan, then they would not have let any other children in to speak to him; that was obvious.

"I am an expert," Thranduil murmured, closing his eyes. Beleg had told him that the Edain could grow lonely and sad, like Elves, and that they too loved to dance and sing and tell tales. The Adan was named Túrin, and his father had been an Elf-friend. That meant he was an Elf-friend, too. If he was a friend, then he should be treated as one and given a warm welcome by everyone in Menegroth. Surely that would make him feel better than being kept away from others.

"Are you falling asleep?" Oropher asked. "I'll take you back home."

He shook his head stubbornly, the blades of grass making themselves felt on his cheeks and chin. Narrow, but not quite sharp. They did not hurt, but he sensed each one keenly. "No, I want to nap out here in the sun." They were well behind the Fence and close to Menegroth, so these woods were safe and guarded. He could play or explore or rest among the trees whenever he liked, because Queen Melian kept them all from harm.

He heard Oropher's soft laughter and felt his father's hand settle on his head again briefly. Then he was only aware of the warm sun heating his skin and the faintly prickly touch of the grass carpeting the clearing. Soon, he was not aware of the clearing either, lost in a dream, wandering far from the waking world. He dreamed he was journeying through a dark, withered wood, bristling with dead branches. The sky was veiled with dense, gray clouds. There was an unnatural air to them, as if storm clouds had been thickened with smoke.

There was a cold wind at his back, and he was all alone. The dead trees were so tall, they made him feel smaller. He heard something moving behind him, breaking branches and rustling through shriveled leaves. An animal? Or something worse? He did not know, and he did not want to turn to look, so he ran. He ran until he felt he had been always running, yet no matter how quick his steps, the noises behind him persisted, never any closer, but never farther away.

Thranduil woke with a gasp. He sat up and scanned the clearing. It was as green and tranquil as it had been when he fell asleep. He heard the low buzz of insect song and the faint voices of the trees. Father was gone. He saw no sign of anyone nearby, although that was not unusual. The sun's light was starting to fade from the sky. It was that between-time when patches of sunlight were still scattered across the forest floor, while the first stars appeared in the purpling twilight above. Thranduil rose to his feet. He was a little hungry, but he was well-rested, and he wasn't ready to return home. He would rather play, until Father came to fetch him. He left the clearing, slipping into the undergrowth as soundlessly as possible.

One of his favorite games was Marchwarden. It was more fun to play with someone else, but it was a game he could also play alone, simply by moving as quickly and quietly as possible, so that no enemies could see or hear him—exactly like a Marchwarden. He was tracking. Not hunting, but searching for any sign of danger, to keep Doriath safe. He studied whatever tracks he came across, or other signs of passage, such as broken twigs or bent grasses, trying to judge who or what had come the same way, and how long ago. He could wander like this for hours, happily, alone.

He was not entirely happy. He was more uneasy as he searched for signs in the grass, because of his dream. Within the dead wood, he had felt like he would never be allowed to rest, racing with an enemy eternally at his back. Dreams always meant something, but not always what you thought they meant. It took a wise Elf to read dreams. He could have asked his father about it, and maybe he would later. Now, he stalked through the dense growth, crouching low so his pale hair couldn't be seen.

When he heard low and distant voices, Thranduil was still lost in his game, so he crouched lower, listening intently as he crept closer. He slowed his breathing, his heartbeat, hiding as he'd been taught.

"—where he could have gone—?"

"We will find him, and soon. There's only so far...."

"I hadn't thought he was strong enough. I would never have guessed he'd be so quick."

"You shouldn't underestimate—"

The speakers moved away, out of the range of his hearing. Those were two of Thingol's guards. Could they have been talking about the Adan? It was possible, and not only because Thranduil thought of the Adan so often. Who else would they have thought wasn't strong enough? If the Adan was lost, he might grow sicker. Imagine how upset King Thingol would be. If Thranduil was a Marchwarden, then he had a duty to do whatever he could to protect everyone in Doriath: including any Edain. He moved on again, more quickly and with greater purpose.

He studied the forest, down to the least leaf, and he listened to the birds singing, the faint breeze moving through the branches. He listened for telltale noises, or telltale silences. He wondered whether the Adan had had a nightmare, like he had. Maybe that was why he had run off. It must have been hard for him to leave his home behind, especially because of the war: that distant, dark shadow hanging over everything, even the forests of Doriath.

Where would an Adan go? Possibly into the undergrowth, where he was. A place where someone small would hide. Thranduil knew of many secret spaces ideal for concealing himself, but few of them were nearby, close to where the guards were hunting. A slight Adan would leave faint footprints. Like Thranduil, he would have been trained in how to hide, if he were in danger. Thranduil was sure that the great trackers of Doriath could find anyone, but maybe Túrin would be difficult to find, more difficult than they expected.

Thranduil headed toward the Dome—it was a vast, curving structure of twisted woody shrubs, crowned with flowering vines. It was bright enough to draw the eye of a stranger to these woods, and dense enough to provide ample cover and shelter. Thranduil often crawled in there to play, because it was like a fortress. He could pretend he ruled there, lord of the branches and leaves and blossoms.

Thranduil found a faint indentation that might have been left by someone running this way. Shortly after that, he spied a tiny tuft of thread, caught on a hooked thorn. It was bright blue in color, so it stood out more than it might have otherwise. Could he have been correct in thinking the Adan might have been come this way? He had been guessing, but maybe he really was a Marchwarden. He would have to tell Beleg, if he succeeded in his hunt.

Emboldened by the thought that he might be better at tracking than Thingol's own guard, Thranduil sank to his knees and crawled into one of the narrow passageways that led into the Dome. With twisting branches on either side of him, and a ceiling of ivy above, no one outside would be able to see him, once he had travelled the length of a few paces. There were no wider  ways in, the growth here was so dense. Anyone who was much larger than Thranduil would have had to cut their way through. Among the branches, Thranduil caught sight of another slight scrap of blue thread. The branches here loved to tug on clothing.

Encouraged, Thranduil moved faster, until he arrived at a fall of dense vines, pushed through them, and found himself confronted by a pair of dark, shining eyes, staring at him. The Adan gave a start, but did not run. It was hard to travel quickly within the Dome, especially if one didn't know it as well as Thranduil did. Thranduil had half-suspected he was imagining his grand success in tracking, so he sat, blinked and stared back at his quarry, startled and bewildered and pleased.

The Adan was seated with his knees drawn up toward his chest. He was very thin, the thinnest child Thranduil had ever seen. His narrow face made his eyes look bigger. Here, he was walled off from the world—or most of it. He looked a great deal like an Elf, although Thranduil could tell he was different as well. It was hard to say exactly why; he simply felt different, like the night air felt different from the air of day, or the atmosphere before a storm as opposed to in the dry season: different in so many various slight ways, some of which were easier to describe than others.

Although Thranduil had longed for their meeting with joy, he felt unexpectedly solemn, now that it was taking place. "Hello," he ventured, in Sindarin. "I'm Thranduil, Son of Oropher."

The Adan blinked, and for a moment, Thranduil wasn't sure if he would—or could—reply, but at last he answered softly, "I'm Túrin, Son of Húrin."

"Why are you out here?" Thranduil asked. He didn't wish to sound accusatory, so he added, "Did you want to play?"

Túrin looked away, into the shadows between the leaves. "I wanted to be by myself."

Thranduil nodded, as this was perfectly understandable. "I like to be by myself, too."

Túrin's gaze shifted back to Thranduil. He seemed relieved to hear this, exhaling.

"Can I stay, though?" Thranduil asked. "Now that I'm here."

"You can stay," Túrin said.

Thranduil knew that Thingol and all his guards and attendants and everyone must be nervous, but he didn't think a little while longer would do any harm, especially not when Túrin must have run here for a reason. Being surrounded by everyone at court could be overwhelming. Thranduil had never been far away from home and everyone he knew before, but it must be hard. It would be better not to rush him. He would let Túrin rest for a little while, and then he would take him to Thingol—just as Beleg had, before.

"I can show you something," he offered.

After another hesitation, Túrin nodded.

"Follow me," said Thranduil. He crawled ahead, between the branches, into the gloom. The last of the day's slight, slipping in through the leaves and vines above, made soft, pale shifting shapes on their hands and on the ground beneath. After a long way, the structure of the dome opened up onto a green glade, surrounded by dense undergrowth on all sides. No one would walk here casually, and if he and Túrin didn't stand up, no one would be able to see them from outside the enclosure. The glade was also hidden, but there was more room to stretch out, and even lie down. It was a fine place for a nap, with soft earth and open sky above. Clusters of flowers grew in profusion, along with tufts of dense grass. Thranduil and Túrin admired their new hiding place in silence, while birds sang in the trees overhead. It was not yet true night, only early twilight. The birds would keep singing a little longer.

"I come here sometimes when I want to be alone," Thranduil said. In the past days and weeks, he had formulated an ever-growing list of questions he would like to ask the Adan, but he did not ask a single one of them now.

Túrin nodded again, lowering his gaze. He reached down and ran his fingers through the grass. There were shadows beneath his eyes, and he did not smile.

"Everyone's looking for you," said Thranduil. "They must be worried."

"I didn't mean to make anyone worry. They shouldn't worry. I don't know why I—" He broke off, closing his eyes.

"It's all right. No one will be angry with you," Thranduil reassured him quickly, moved by Túrin's pained expression. "I'm not angry. I've been waiting to meet you. I've never met an Adan before."

Túrin's eyes reopened, slowly. "Never?"

Thranduil inclined his head in confirmation. "Never."

"I hadn't really met Elves before," said Túrin.

"But now you have. You've met Beleg, and King Thingol, and me. Everyone's happy you're here, that's why they're worried. But we don't have to go back right away. We can wait until you feel better." He cast about the glade, looking for something else he could show the Adan, to cheer him. Along with the two of them, the glade was bursting with life, all the usual green and growing things, rising from the earth and insisting on themselves… "Here—I'll make you something."

"Make me what—?"

"Look." Thranduil's gaze went to a stand of nearby pale purple flowers. These particular blossoms were edible and often harvested. It would do no harm to take a few, especially at this time of year. Quickly, he plucked a few of them, leaving a length of green stem on each. Once he had gathered enough, he wove them together. Flowers and grasses were easy to weave, especially into a circle. When they were joined, he tapped them with his fingers. He could feel the energy moving through the blooms and stems. He closed his eyes briefly, concentrating on that living force, pressing the separate strands of it into one: forging it into a single, singing ring and willing the flowers—live, preserve. They were no longer separate blooms; they had become a single entity. Their petals, which had been in the first stage of wilting, straightened with pride, made fresh and new. It was such a simple thing to do, yet Túrin was wide-eyed and rapt, staring at his hands as if he had performed a wonder. "A crown for you, Prince Túrin." Thranduil reached out and settled the circlet of blooms on Túrin's head.

Finally, Túrin smiled at him. Thranduil smiled back.

They did not stay long, alone in that green glade together, hidden by a conspiracy of leaves and vines and branches. They were never meant to stay long. The world outside was waiting for them to emerge. While the sun receded and the stars began to show themselves—one by one at first, then all at once, like a rain of jewels scattering across the sky—they played and laughed for a few moments.

As Thranduil predicted, when they returned to Menegroth, Túrin did not receive a single scolding. Thingol wrapped him in a fierce embrace. Beleg was as impressed by Thranduil's skills as Thranduil had hoped. He praised Thranduil for his skill in tracking, and said he could visit Túrin whenever he wanted. Eventually, he was able to ask Túrin every question on his extensive list.

Many long years later, tragedy faded into myth for so many, but not for those who were there. Thranduil rarely listened to the sad songs that touched on the subject of Túrin Turambar, but when a certain mood was on him, he would ask the harpers to play one of the few he approved of. Thranduil had grown very old. Seated on his throne, wearing his own heavy crown, he would lean back and remember the smile of a young boy with his dark hair full of flowers.

[krankittoeleven]

WIP WED---ERM...THURSDAY! Was gonna post this yesterday, but I forgot.

This is actually a snippet from an as yet unshared Ubba/Vili WIP that I've been working on for way too long, but I want it to be complete before I post it since it's supposed to a one shot, but it's gonna end up in two chapters probably.

The general background for the fic is that it is set post game (yes, that means Ubba lives :D), with a similar head canon to WOL except that they don't hook up early on and instead spend a dozen or more years pining over each other and getting distracted by life like a pair of morons. I cannot write slow burn to save my life, but I can write the out come of it. LOL So that's what the fic is. That being said...this chunk of fic is totally out of context so none of that really matters to what you are reading right now. XD

Also, I don't know why, but I really love these two being in humorous situations at completely inappropriate times.

“When my father died Trygve was still full of life; you were never far away; Eivor was always coming and going; and I could trust Halfdan to have my back.  Even Ricsige wasn’t terrible in a pinch.  But now—”

Vili stands and paces towards the water.  Ubba can feel those imagined threads pulling at their knots.  One feels like it is nestled squarely in his stomach; tugging, aching.

“—now I feel like I have nothing.  Freya bless Trygve, but I worry about leaving him alone these days, even though I know he’s happy to warm the throne and see me off every now and then.”

“Vili, I—”

He what?  What could he possibly say?  Sorry?  It felt like it was too late for that.

“I will go to Jorvik and speak with Halfdan.  I will organize his men myself if I have to.”

Ubba stands, even as Vili is waving off his offer.

“I didn’t tell you to guilt you into fixing it for me,” Vili does not sound angry, but his frustration is close to it, “and I don’t need you to fix it for me.”

Ubba reaches out and takes Vili by the wrist, pulling him in close.

“I am offering exactly what I would offer if you had come to me for help.  Why didn’t you come to me for help?”

“You always seem so busy,” replies Vili, sheepishly, as he looks away to stare down at his captured wrist.

The tug at the knot in Ubba’s stomach grows more fierce as he sighs and places his free hand under Vili’s chin, lifting it so they are looking each other in the eyes.

“I am never too busy for you.”

Vili is smiling and shifting his head so that Ubba is holding the side of his face.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

“There is no need to tha—”

Something whizzes past them, behind Vili—but only just—and splashes into the lake.

It takes a moment for Ubba to realize that the thing had been an axe.  In fact, they had already been moving to defend themselves before they had even known what they were defending themselves from.

Ubba scrambles to where their horses are tethered and where most of their weapons are.  He tries to stay low, but for him that was the difference between being a mountain and a slightly smaller, hunched over mountain.  Hiding had never been his strong suit.  

He splits his attention as he moves; watching where he is going and watching the nearby field.  It was the only place an attack could have come from without them having seen it coming; wrapped up as they were in their little world.  

When he arrives at the side of the horses Ubba eyes them suspiciously for not having noticed anything.  He unties their leads in case he needs to get away quickly, or in case the horses themselves need to escape theft or slaughter; if they would even bother to notice it coming.

“Do you see anything?” Vili asks from somewhere behind him.

Ubba looks back towards where they had been standing and at first he cannot see where Vili has hidden himself, but then he spots a bit of his cloak behind the fallen tree they had been using as a seat mere moments ago.

“No, they are hiding themselves well in the tall grass.  Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.  Bet you it’s a little raiding party of Picts.  I’ll eat this log if it’s not.”

As if in response an arrow lodges itself in the dead tree.  Vili quickly reaches over it and breaks the arrow off before it even has a chance to stop vibrating.  A furious groan floats up from behind the tree and then Vili is waving the feathered shaft of the arrow above his head.

“See, I told you!”

Another arrow lands with a thunk in the dead wood of the tree, this time a little closer.

“Lower your voice you fool,” Ubba says as he lowers his own and positions himself with the horses between him and the direction he thinks the attack will eventually come from.  He hates to use them like living shields but he is hoping that the Picts will find more value in keeping the horses alive should they be the victors. “How well do they know our language?”

“Some better than others,” Vili whisper-yells. “Some of the chiefs can hold a conversation.  Not many of the low level fodder.  Why?”

“I just want to know if it is a matter of them hearing us or actually understanding us.”

“Probably the first part,” Vili says, sounding fairly confident, “Besides, your horrible Dane pronunciations would throw them off, anyway.”

“My horrible pronunciations?” Ubba nearly yells.  As it is, his whisper is barely a whisper.  For a moment their predicament is nearly forgotten. “What makes yours so perfect?”

“It’s the language of the northmen, that’s literally my people.”

“The Dane-march is north of many places.”

“But not Norway.”

Ubba does not need to see Vili to know that he is smiling.

[rouge-variant]

Hello ~ I was the one asking for the Melody fic and I wanted to thank you for taking my request. What I had in mind was a little bit different; Levi and reader didn't know each other and the reader lived off of the tips from singing. So she is very timid but people know that and that she's a singer. Levi starts pitying her for the ridicule she gets and gets to know her more and before he leaves he offers to take her back with him to the surface. She declines coz she's afraid of her boss 1/2

Hi again!!! Let's try this again shall we? 😊 Hopefully I got it right this time. If not then I will keep trying to make this what you want!! And I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. No more tears this time, hopefully. Now then, let me present to you;

Levi Ackerman x Y/n:

Melody - Encore

For readers who found this before the previous post, Melody, this is rewrite. It has the same plot but a different relationship dynamic and different storytelling.

Trigger Warning: Because the setting takes place in the Underground, and the nature of the request, there will be a little bit of a negative attitude towards Y/n. Nothing that goes beyond a few insults or catcalling or mentions of the boss 'owning' Y/n but please keep this in mind.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say Erwin?" Levi shot the tall blonde a glare. Unlike the other people in the room, Erwin shrugged it off.

"I said I need you on the this mission Levi" he repeated and Levi's mood only seemed to darken. That was a place he was hoping that he would never set foot in again yet here he was. The Scouts had ran into an issue with one of the famous criminals who lives in the Underground and since Levi spent majority of his life there, Erwin had decided that it was best if Levi was the one to do the inside work. Levi despite his displeasure, agreed to do it anyways. He was given a day to pack before returning down the stairwell and out of the sunlight.

"This is the only and last time I'm ever doing this Erwin" he growled over his shoulder before disappearing into the shadows. Erwin simply nodded then returned back to the Scouts Headquarters to work on his own side of the mission.

Thanks to Erwin, Levi already had a place to stay during the month he was given to retrieve as much information as possible to find the person responsible for creating a bad name for the Scouts and leaking information. His place was a block away from a bar, one he still recognized and remember from years ago.

The bar was known for having all sorts of people with 'talents', however, none of them were very impressive. He only went there for the food. How they got the supply, he didn't know and didn't care as long as he had something to eat. He did pack ration bars and some other foods from the Surface but he wanted them to last in case he had to go into hiding during the month's mission. So tonight he figured he would try the bar again.

Stepping inside, he grimaced at the crowd. There were so many people and the volume of the place was way too loud. This was the part he forgot about this place. Trying his best to ignore the surroundings, he came over to the counter, sitting down and ordering something. He tried to focus on anything else to lower his annoyance level and that's when he heard it. Actually that's when everyone heard it.

A clear voice rang into the room and immediately patrons settled down and moved to the stage. Levi turned his head to watch as you gained his attention. You walked out further onto the stage, continuing your song. Your voice smoothly transitioned between low notes to high notes that Levi swore no one on the Surface was able to do. Safe to say, you had him hooked.

After each of your songs, the people gathered in the front, they toss a few coins into the small dish you had placed once you came into stage. Levi knew that money wasn't a luxury around here but he knew that those people had a hell of a lot more and that your voice deserved more than what they gave you.

"Like what you see?" The bar keeper asked. Levi shot the man a warning glare and got a chuckle in response.

"That's Y/n L/n. Everyone knows her here as the Goddess. She performs every night if you're interested" he continued and Levi stayed silent. This wasn't part of his mission but, listening on other people's conversations here could be beneficial for it. Then he could also come back to watch you again. Yeah, that's what he was going to do.

He got up after your last song and headed towards the stage. You were collecting the bit of coins that missed the dish before heading backstage. A hand grabbed your wrist gently and you jumped.

"Easy, I just wanted to give you this" Levi's calm voice caused you to turn. He handed you a handful of his coins making your eyes widen. No one has ever tipped you this much. You gave a nod of thanks then disappeared the moment he let go of your wrist.

"I wouldn't give her that much, she ain't worth it" one of the patrons behind Levi grumbled. Levi gave him a side glare and attempted to ignore him.

"I'm just say kid, she won't give you anything in return like someone else would. Gave her plenty coins to buy a better outfit but she keeps wearing that eyesore of an outfit" the man kept talking and Levi's eye twitched in annoyance.

"Or at least some makeup, her face is so hard to look at sometimes" another man grumbled in annoyance.

Levi left before hearing anyone else talk about you like that. You didn't deserve it. A lot of people deserve trash talking behind their backs but not you.

You watched Levi leave from behind the curtains as you clutched the small dish tightly. He gave you a lot of coins but with no demands unlike the other men and women do. As grateful as you were, you were still worried and suspicious about him. You decided to ponder it no longer as you took out 25 coins and walked over to your boss. He held out his hand expectantly and you gave them to him. He counted them and then passed you a plate with a decent amount of food on it. You took it gratefully then returned to your quarters on the second floor.

Your boss let you stay here as long as you performed nightly. But that was all her gave you. You still had to pay him for food or anything else that you might need. It wasn't bad considering that you got tipped often and you really needed a safe space to sleep at night so you weren't going to complain.

The next few days, Levi kept returning to the bar. He started coming more regularly except he started coming before you went on stage. When the two of you saw each other, Levi's gaze would stay on you. It wasn't an uncomfortable one, it was the opposite actually. Something about his overall presence was calming but it wasn't enough to make you lower your gaurd. He probably wanted something which is what you decided.

As Levi watched you, he noticed the way your posture changed. It wasn't the same confident one like when you were on stage. Instead you were more quiet. You avoid eye contact as much as possible and you were always glancing over your shoulder. It got worse as he noticed your boss got closer. You kept your head down and followed his instructions blindly.

When it came to perform, Levi was at the same spot at the counter each time. By the end of your last song, he had made his way to the front to give you a decent amount of coins again. You only ever expressed your gratitude by a nod of your head before disappearing behind the curtains.

Tonight though, Levi had enough of you running away. He climbed on stage and caught your wrist again when you both were out of sight. You jumped at the light contact, withdrawing your wrist, squeezing your tip dish to your chest and backing away from him with wide eyes. Guilt washed over Levi as he didn't mean to scare you that badly.

"What do you want?" Your voice was quiet and it wavered as you looked at him cautiously.

"Nothing that your worried about. I just wanted to talk with you" he backed up giving you space.

"No one ever just wants to 'talk'. If that's really what you wanted then you wouldn'tbe giving me all your coins. Whatever it is, I'm not interested" you gave him a weak glare and he sighed.

"Is it so bad that I just want to help you out? If you don't want to see it like that, then would you prefer me to refer to it as a thank you?" He crossed his arms and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You're voice. I enjoy it. Something I haven't had in a long time. If you don't want to talk with me, that's fine. I won't talk but your still getting my coins" he says watching you for a reaction. When he gets none, he turns on his heels and goes to leave.

"Wait!!" You help, your voice going a little louder. Levi stops and turns back to you.

"I-I don't mind talking with you but don't you dare try anything" you grumbled and Levi nods before disappearing back into the bar.

The two of you started to talk more regularly as days slowly turned into weeks. Levi made you feel safer than you ever have been and you actually started to enjoy singing again since it wasn't just for your survival anymore. It was also for Levi now. Not only that but you finally started feeling safe with someone again and Levi started feeling happier than he has in years.

"Have you ever wanted to go to the Surface?" He asked you suddenly one night after work. You both had climbed onto the abandoned balcony outside of your quarters. Your eyes light up as you turn to him.

"Of course I have! Do you know the kind of music they have up there? And the sunlight! I've been trying to save up my money but my boss demands more each time. I don't think I'll be able to leave" the excitement fades from your eyes and you drop your gaze.

"What if you go with me and I can take you there?" He made you look at him and you shot him a glare.

"As if. Stop giving me fake hope Levi"

"I'm not. I have a citizenship for the Surface and I can get you one too. But I need to know if you want go with me soon because I have to return there tomorrow" he cursed himself internally for asking you this late.

Panic took over your face. Levi picked up on that and went to touch your hand to calm you but you backed up.

"Levi I can't. I-I, my boss, he-" you stammered anxiously. Levi waited and let you try and get your words out, knowing that it would only stress you more if he intervened.

"My boss has threatened me after seeing you give me all of the coins. He said that if I ever left for the Surface, his friends in the Military Police would come and find me. A-and I've seen them before and I'm scared" you hugged your knees tightly. Levi sighed and nodded.

"Yes but I'm in the Survey Corps. And I'm considered a very important person within all the regiments so if there is trouble, no one in their right mind should be messing with us" his words helped calm you a little but most of your body was still screaming to not go.

"What if you're not around me when they find me. And I-I don't know how to fight and the-ey-" he raised a hand to cut you off your rambling.

"Y/n, I wasn't done. I'm not going to leave your side up there if I can avoid it. But if I have to, I also have people who I trust with my life who can keep you safe. They're also higher ranked people so nothing will happen to you. I know you're scared but this is the best plan of getting you out of this dump. It's hard to trust anyone, especially since you've been put through so much. I understand that because I'm from the Underground too" he looks you dead in the eye while dropping this onto you. Again your eyes widened in shock.

"Really?" You ask and get a nod in response. You wanted so desperately to go with Levi. He was your safe space, the one person who you knew would always have your back. The thought of being left alone down here again without him scared you more than the threat of your boss and it helped you reach a decision.

"Ok, I'm going with you"

The next morning, you had left that bar with Levi, taking your earnings with you. You didn't have much other important personal belongings so it made it easier to get out quick. You two had just made it to the stairwell when Levi had pushed you forward slightly. You turned around and saw your boss glaring at the two of you. Out of instinct you grabbed onto Levi's jacket's sleeve.

"What did I tell you, girl?" He growled. When addressing you, your boss never bothered with your name.

"What you told her doesn't matter. She doesn't belong to you. Never had and never will" Levi's cold voice helped to calm your nerves slightly. Knowing that you were already stressing, he made sure to keep it level and the volume reasonable.

"As if. You don't even know who you're talking to! I'm a very dangerous person if you get on my side. I can easily get whatever I want" your boss came closer and Levi just kept walking you backwards. People in the Underground had no idea that Levi was Humanities Strongest Soldier. But if they did, no one knew what he looked like, hence why the boss was talking all big and bad like that. Levi knew this in advance so he just let your boss keep talking so that he could try and get more information out of him. However he also knew that this was stressing you so H

He looked over his shoulder at you and his face softened. He gave you a nod, telling you that he had it under control and turned back to your boss.

"Her citizenship has been paid for already. As of right now, she is under protection of the Survey Corps. Keep that in mind if you want to deal with them" and with that, Levi turned back around to you and you both went up to the Surface together.

The sun was hard for you to adjust to at first but then after that, it's been your favourite thing since then. Along with apple tarts, blue petal flowers and birds. Levi had taken you back to the Scouts Headquarters where you met Erwin and Hange. Those were the two that Levi was talking about when he convinced you to come to the Surface. Its been three months since then. And three months since you've had to deal with your boss. Instead you know work with the Scouts, being trained personally by Levi and placed in his sqaud. To everyone else, you were still your closed off quiet self, but with Levi, he got you to open up more. On top of that, you still perform your singing. Not as often since now you have more responsibilities but twice a week at a bar in Trost. Levi goes there with you to enjoy your singing and also keeping his promise to you about not leaving your side. However, there's a personal side to it too. You have made this man fall hard for you. Its something that he didn't know when it happened but it's something he's aware of now. It's not just your voice that made him like this either. It was all of you to a point where he wasn't sure what was his favourite part of you. He loved all of you but he hasn't told you yet. He was planning to tonight.

Erwin and Hange had come to watch you tonight with him. You could tell something was up but he kept reassuring you that everything was fine, so you continued your performance like normal. You were about to finish your last song of the night, when the crowd suddenly was disturbed. There, approaching you was the man you never thought you would have to deal with again, was your boss.

"I told you that you would never get away" he yelled as two Military Police soldiers came up and grabbed your arms. Thanks to your training, you were easily able to shake them off and knock them out. Afterwards you looked to the crowd but Levi, Hange and Erwin were gone. Panic almost set in until you felt Levi's hand on your shoulder.

"You ok?" His eyes betrayed the concern his face didn't.

"Yeah...Where's Erwin and Hange?" You asked backing up with him to put more space between you and your boss.

"You'll see"

"This is the last time you will ever get away from me" You moment with Levi was interrupted by your boss's booming voice. Levi calmly walked in between you two and glared down at him.

"You're right. Thanks for saving us the hassle of going down there to come and grab you. You're under arrest" he states and your boss bursts out laughing.

"You're that same punk from before. Haven't I told you that you don't know who your dealing with? You and your Scouts don't seem to sting lately right? That's because of me! I'm the one who's been cutting all your funding" the man boosts and and you saw the corner of Levi's lip twitch upwards.

"Really?! That was such a well thought out plan! Too bad you had to be an idiot and ruin it!" Hange pounced on him, successfully cuffing him. Your boss paled when he realized it and Erwin made his appearance.

"Don't worry, you won't be alone in your cell. We've caught all your mole friends on the Military Police so they'll join you for your sentence" Other Scouts came and took your boss away.

"You don't have to worry about him anymore Y/n. He won't be getting out of there anytime soo" Hange said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You nodded in agreement, then Hange left with Erwin while Levi pulled you in behind the curtains.

"Its over" he said taking your hands in his.

"Its over" you repeated and smiled.

"Y/n, thanks to you we were able to catch him and save the regiment from going bankrupt. But before you take this the wrong way, here me out" he dropped his gaze from you and continued.

"I know that you might see this as me just using you but I promise I would never do that. If I did, I wouldn't have kept you by my side if you were just bait. You're more than that. I want to be mad at you for this but I can't be. Not when you make me so happy. I'm in love with you Y/n. I don't know when it started but I do know that I don't want it to end" he stopped rambling and his ears heated up. You were speechless and he took it as a bad sign so he looked back up at you.

"Wait, why are you crying?" He panicked slightly and you shook your head and started giggling.

"You idiot. These are happy tears. I'm so relieved that you like me back " he relaxed at your words and clicked his tounge to mask his embarrassment. He used his hands to wipe your tears away then took your hands giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Let's go home now, it's late and we have training early tomorrow" he pulled you along gently.

"You're not going to let me sleep in? But I'm your girlfriend now" you pouted and he rolled his eyes.

"But I'm also still your Captain. So you still have orders to follow brat" you could tell he was flustered as he kept his back to you while you both made the return back to Headquarters.

"Whatever, I still love you Levi" you smiled clinging to his arm. The streets were empty so he let it slide.

"I love you too" You are his melody. Something he treasures now and will forever.

[yumeyooa]

hopelessly in love | sakusa kiyoomi

—sakusa’s got a secret: he’s a hopeless romantic; and it’s all thanks to you.

➢  pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x gender neutral! reader

➢ genre: fluff | timeskip au | childhood friends to lovers au | friends to lovers au | slice of life au | rated g

➢ word count: 1.9k+

➢  warning: nothing major :>> 

➢ love letter: this was supposed to be a short timestamp but it became a full blown drabble i-- T_T. i absolutely live for the trope wherein kiyoomi is a loving soft person once he’s comfortable so i just indulged myself IM SORRY i hope y’all like it and let me know what you think <33

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Not many people know this, but Sakusa Kiyoomi is a hopeless romantic. 

It’s a secret he likes to keep to himself, afraid that if it were to fall on the ears of another, he would never be able to live it down. More so if it were the rowdy bunch he calls a team. He was sure that Atsumu, that insufferable idiot, would tease him for it every chance he got should he have known. 

Which was why he keeps it discreet, hiding his wishes and desires behind a cold facade that warranted others to believe that he was anything but hopelessly in love with the idea of romance. 

Well, everyone except for you. 

The chimes of the bell ring as Sakusa enters your quiet bookstore just ten minutes away from his home. For the longest time, Sakusa had always loved books. They allowed him to indulge in his romantic fantasies without being so overtly apparent to the prying eyes of the world. 

“Ah, Kiyoomi! Welcome back!” Like milk and honey, your voice greets him as he enters the place he had considered a paradise for the past two years. You stand up from where you sat on your desk, glasses perched atop your head as you give him a warm smile, causing a fuzzy feeling to grow in his chest. 

You and Sakusa go way back, all the way to your days as a book-loving library assistant and a covert volleyball fanatic (not that Sakusa would ever admit it, but you knew better). The two of you had been classmates all throughout your high school journey, and Sakusa considered you to be one of the closest friends he had, even to this day. After all, as time has proven, nothing between the two of you has changed. 

Sakusa greets you with a nod, although there’s still a kind glint in his eyes that makes you grin. As a man of few words, Sakusa’s emotions reigned supreme in the hidden crevices of his actions. Sometimes it’d take an expert or a long-time friend to even notice those tiny nuances. However, you had known Sakusa for years. It practically came like second nature to you at this point. 

He sets down the book he bought from his last trip-- a translated copy of The Fault in Our Stars. There’s a determined gaze in his eyes as he softly nudges the book to you, and you try to hide your desire to coo at him, waiting for him to speak with a patient smile. 

“This,” he finally says, averting his eyes. He was still embarrassed to admit he enjoyed romantic novels, even if it was in front of you. “Are there any more books like this?”

“Plot-wise? Or do you want something from the same author?” You ask curiously, already making your way around the counter to face Sakusa. He looks at you with a shy glance before mumbling “Author,” and you smile once more, gesturing to the tall player to follow you down the aisles. 

“Here you go!” You say, handing him a few fresh translated copies of Paper Towns and Looking for Alaska. “These just came in the other day. You’re pretty lucky, Kiyoomi!” 

“Thanks,” he mutters as he grabs the books from you gently, fingers hovering over the cover as his heart pumps with excitement at the thought of unwinding himself to another fantastic story. The last one had him hooked until the end, and he had broken his carefully crafted sleep schedule just to finish it. He couldn’t wait to dive into a whole new world waiting for him within the pages of these books. 

But most of all, he couldn’t wait to talk about them with you. 

With a knowing smile, you quickly usher Kiyoomi into your back office, knowing that the counter wouldn’t need you for a while. No one else would come to your store at 1 in the afternoon, except for the old lady that came by every so often, but she could wait. 

“Here,” you say as you hand Kiyoomi a warm cup of tea. “Freshly brewed, just for you!” Kiyoomi smiles, although you don’t see it as it’s hidden by his mask. He removes his mask, placing it gently into the ziplock he had brought with him before grabbing hold of the mug you had specially reserved for him and taking a sip. 

It was soothing and relaxing, just the way he liked it. He can feel his muscles relax as he leans back into his chair, sighing in bliss as he closes his eyes. “You like it that much?” You ask with a giggle, setting down a plate of cookies you had bought from the bakery across the street.

“Of course,” he replies, watching as you take a seat in front of him, taking a cookie to eat. “There’s nothing like your tea, you know that.”

Of course, you did. For the past two years, ever since you and Sakusa had rekindled your friendship and had begun to meet up regularly, you had been brewing him a cup of warm tea. It wasn’t meant to be a habit, but somehow it became that way ever since the first time Sakusa had decided to open up and rave about romance novels with you. 

You remember the first time it happened. Sakusa had dropped by for a surprise visit after the two of you bumped into each other on a trip to the supermarket earlier that day. You mentioned that you ran a bookstore, but you never expected him to show up to it. It was a pleasant surprise, one that you welcomed wholeheartedly. 

He had asked for a book recommendation, not knowing how else to reignite that connection you two had back in high school. He remembers the days where he used to escape to the library, and you’d keep him company, rambling on and on about the books you were sorting out and how much you loved them. 

Those were the most enjoyable times throughout Sakusa’s high school life, and how he wished to reclaim those memories and renew them once more now that you were adults. 

That day, you had recommended him to read Pride and Prejudice, to which Skausa initially grimaced, remembering how much he had hated the book back then when he was younger. But with your encouragement, he had decided to purchase it without giving it any thought until he finally read it on his rare day off. 

And to say he was floored would be an understatement. 

“Incredible,” he had mentioned to you, in a frenzy the next day, returning to your store like a man who had just been shown the truth of the universe. “Utterly Amazing!”

“Sakusa?” You had called back, confused at his sudden behavior. From your puzzled expression, Sakusa finally snapped out of his senses and cleared his throat, embarrassed at his sudden outburst. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, averting his gaze. “It’s fine,” you say, reassuringly gesturing him to follow you to the back office that would soon become a special hangout place for the two of you. 

“What was it you were talking about?” You ask as you prepare your first-ever cup of tea for him (the first of many). At your question, Sakusa perks up, grabbing the book he had purchased from his bag and setting it down on the table in front of him. 

“This was incredible,” he reiterates, and you turn your head to see what he was talking about, only to nod in understanding. “How does one write love in such a compelling and enchanting way? It seems too good to be true. I can’t believe I didn’t appreciate this masterpiece back in high school.”

You laugh, setting down the cup of tea. It’s the first time you’ve seen Sakusa this expressive. It reminds you of back in the day, in those few moments where you would catch him in a rave about how fantastic volleyball was as you rearranged the science books on the shelves. It was in those moments that you found the usually quiet man quite charming. 

“(Y/N)?” Sakusa asks, bringing you out of your trance. You look up at him, snapping out of your thoughts as you tilted your head in question. “You okay? You’ve been out of it for a few minutes.”

“Oh,” you giggle, realizing your mistake. “Sorry, Kiyoomi, I was just reminiscing about the past, that’s all. How did you find the book?”

“Heartbreaking.” 

You blink, caught off guard by how blunt he was before letting out a hearty laugh, to which Sakusa frowns, not quite understanding why you were laughing. “What’s so funny?” He asks, a pout settling on his lips. 

“Nothing Kiyoomi, It’s just, I didn’t expect you to say that so bluntly,” you say, wiping off the tears that had begun to form at the corner of your eye from too much laughter. “Continue.”

“You wouldn’t believe the number of times I cried while reading the book. How could John—whatever his name is—write something so heartbreaking and expect to get away with it?”

Your laughter rings through the room, and Sakusa can feel it tug on his heartstrings. He wasn’t one to express his thoughts out loud. But being around you just made him do it. You had this magic about you, something Sakusa couldn’t quite put his fingers on. Perhaps that was just your natural charm to draw people into your rhythm, and Sakusa wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Well, just wait till you read the other two. They’re both as equally amazing as the last one.” You say, gesturing to the books in front of Sakusa tenderly. “Are they just as heartbreaking?” He asks, already giddy with anticipation. 

“Hmm, you’ll have to read to find out.” You tease, causing another pout to form on his lips as he groans, choosing to chug down the remainder of his tea. 

The two of you continued your conversation, talking about anything and everything about your lives at the moment. Sakusa vented about their most recent game, which was a win for the team. However, he didn’t play as well as he wanted, which caused him to be benched for two sets. It was a low blow on his part, but he knew that with proper training and motivation, he could overcome it. 

“Of course you can!” You said once he was done voicing out his doubts. “You’re the Sakusa Kiyoomi I know and love. Of course, you’re going to ace it!”

Your words cause Sakusa’s heart to skip a beat, trying to process what you had just said. Did you really love him? Was it in a platonic or more romantic way? Why did you have to say that? Don’t you know how much it drives Sakusa wild?

“Thanks,” is all he says, looking down to hide the blush that was beginning to form on his cheeks. Was this what all the books were telling him about? Was he slowly but surely falling in love with you? Because if he was, then Sakusa would wholeheartedly admit that this was the best feeling in the world. 

Falling in love felt surreal. 

As he leaves your store, two new books in hand, greeting you goodbye as you wave him off, Sakusa can feel the love in him continue to grow. He makes the short trip home, yet all he can do is think of you and how much you’ve become part of his life. You had wormed your way into his heart and made yourself stay, and honestly, Sakusa didn’t mind. 

He was a hopeless romantic after all. And if this was the beginning of a life-changing love story with you by his side, then so be it. 

He would fall until you’d catch him in your arms and love him until love could be no more. And would wholeheartedly do it all over again. 

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Lush

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: Alfie has worked the ground to get the wild girl all to himself but for a moment, he forgets who he’s dealing with and she’s more than happy to remind him.

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“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“You’re it.”

It felt bitter.

The blinds were closed, mostly drawn all the way towards the end of the wall where the coffee table was. It was hard to find the way around the building but it felt familiar. The blanket was cold, no breeze apparent in the room as the sun seeped through the open window.

Regret, it tasted bitter.

It felt like a shock wave through your body first as you laid there under him the first time. You were regretting every decision you’d made except the one that got you in his bed in the first place. It was usually done quick, no pleasure for you and all the perks reserved for the man ‘in charge’. It had done that way, you’d been taught and there had been no exceptions until last week.

Alfie was not a normal man, you reminded yourself while laying on the sofa.

The regret had not left you, only got less and less but it felt like a bullet wound at times. You regretted making him chase you. If only you knew how good he was in bed, you thought. Maybe that was the chase, the bigger picture in all of this and the game you’d been playing with him. You did regret making him wait for so long but it had been worth the while.

He had won the last couple of rounds and the ropes around him were looser than they had been, now that he had worked his magic.

It wasn’t fair, no, but none of it was. 

For the first time in your young life, you were losing the game and it felt bitter. You didn’t care at times, not when he was making you chant his name in slow pleas against the mattress. The smug smile he wore afterwards told you all you needed to know, that he was as good as it was gonna get in bed. He had proved it too and you felt drawn to him, for the first time in a long while.

That wasn’t to say that you didn’t like him before, you wouldn’t have played with him for so long if you hadn’t but now, there was something of importance he held in his hands just like you had been the entire time he’d known you. 

You couldn’t figure him out in the last few weeks.

This big scary man of power was nothing like you’d expected. It was a pleasant surprise at first, something that had almost made you smile but now, you were the one getting confused over the things he did when it was meant to be the other way around.

Cyril sat next to you on the sofa, something Alfie had told him not to do repeatedly but he wasn’t around so it didn’t matter. The maid was out and it was sunny, chirpier than it had been in a long while.

Spring was coming and you wondered how long it would last this time.

But it was easy to pretend, you found.

It was easy to act like you didn’t like him, like your heart didn’t flip when he’d smile at you at the end of each day. It became almost too easy to hide your smile at his antics, to pretend like you were really feeling something for the man.

It had been so long.

So long since you’d felt something like this. It kept you up at night as he’d lay next to you, breaths slow and calm and you would try not to watch him. Your mind panicked, as this was not how it was planned but nothing had gone accordingly anyway. But this made you feral, feeling this way towards someone.

The blood on his hands didn’t bother you, no, it was the smile on his face that made you worried. 

He was going to steal your heart if you didn’t do anything about it.

You didn’t hear him come in as you laid on the sofa, eyes closed under the spring sun. He smiled, shaking his head at the sight and he felt the pressure of the day leave his body. All you’d have to do was to smile and he was done for.

He had surrendered a long time ago yet, you were still counting the score of the game.

He walked into the office with a small chuckle and you opened your eyes, only to meet his blue orbs. He offered you a small smile, not bothering you in the slightest as he sat next to you. He watched you blink for a moment, calm as a bird as you slowly sat up. He didn’t often get you like this so when he did, he tried to make the best of it.

When his finger lightly skimmed your leg, you shifted from where you were sitting.

He was teasing again.

He had gotten too comfortable with you, sometimes forgot that you could easily have him begging within two minutes. It wasn’t just the teasing anymore, it was the way he’d look at you. It made you furious, mad at yourself that he had gotten so close to breaking your doors. You weren’t this weak, not when it came to anyone.

“Don’t.” you spoke, softly but as a warning for the most part. 

You weren’t up for his regular scheduled foreplay today. He was good in bed, too good if you were honest but he was relentless, too. You had briefly thought of him as an old man, someone who would be satisfied quick and easy but you had never been more wrong. Sure, he was older than you and significantly so but he wasn’t an old man. Not at all. 

And you were right, he didn’t listen. 

You felt his beard on the side of your neck, his lips connecting to the soft flesh not too long after. A sign left your lips, a sweet form of surrender Alfie was growing used to. You didn’t push him away, merely put your hand on his chest but the protests were getting weaker by the that.

It felt like heaven to him.

He wasn’t a sentimental bloke, not someone who wore his heart on his sleeve but he’d been content, almost giddy after you’d let him in. He was possessive, a bit too rash sometimes but you saw the little glimpse in his eyes that told you what you needed to know, that was happy for the first time in a long while.

You didn’t like to think about it.

“You’ve been waitin’?” he spoke, mirroring the familiar words back at you. You nodded, too sleepy from the way the sunrays had been kissing your skin while sitting on his sofa. 

He hummed against your skin, trying to get as much of you as he could now that you were calmer than usual. There was a panicked side to you, now that you weren’t sure where you were standing.

You slowly got up, withdrawing from his embrace as he watched you. The ends of your dress flew over your ankles, not as smooth anymore now that you’d been laying in a weird position. His eyes roamed over you, from head to toe before settling on your eyes. You tried to fix your hair, unruly since he’d messed it up while kissing you. 

“I’m gonna leave.” you spoke, voice soft as he watched you. Reaching for your coat that was laid next to him, you watched him stop you.

His hands were warm.

“Don’t.” he spoke, mirroring your words from earlier back at you. You smiled, softer this time as he looked at you. You were going to leave and he knew it.

“Why not?” you whispered, barely audible.

It was fun, the game.

It wasn’t as serious now, he knew he had you on the hook on some level. It scared you still, feeling like you were someone’s. Not that he had you in his palm, but the effect he had on you was something you were still getting used to and he knew it.

“I’ll make it worth your fuckin’ while, eh?” he spoke against your palm after you caressed his cheek. He was rugged to the touch but you were far too used to it to be bothered by any of the unusual anomaly.

The smile that found your lips was playful, something that told him that you’d give in soon but it depended on how he played his cards. This was the way it had been for the past couple of weeks now. Your walls weren’t down, they were as strong as they used to be but they were becoming transparent, a little too thin almost and he could see through them.

It excited him.

His main goal hadn’t been sleeping with you, although it did feel like it sometimes. It had been having you to himself, just like the way you were now. You didn’t have to be there but chose to, even though he had been the one to chase you down in the first months of knowing you. Now, you came to him willingly.

But he was an old man, and he forgot who you were sometimes.

You got up almost immediately once again, not struggling in the slightest to retreat from his embrace and flashed him a wicked smile. Your dress was all over the place and it made him lick his lips, a known smirk decorating your lips soon after. You winked at him, voice breathy as he looked at you from where he was sitting.

“I’ll leave, Mr. Solomons. You’re welcome to come by my house after you’re off the clock.” you spoke, smiling once more at the end of your sentence and walking away from his office. 

As usual, he watched you go. A low smirk on his lips as he laid back on the couch and reveled at the memories of you in his mind long after you left.

Oh, he was fucked.

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You were teasing him again.

He tried to keep his eyes on your face, focused and determined to do so but he slipped every now and then. You looked soft under the evening light, almost like he was dreaming of you again but he knew it to be true from the way your eyes looked at him.

You wanted trouble.

“You came here for something specific?” you spoke, crossing your legs in the silky nightgown. He liked this one, you knew from experience. 

The entire evening had been your way of reminding him that you still had the upper hand. He was the boss, sure, he was a supervisor of some sort as well but this was a different game. It felt illegal, it was immoral for sure but you were the one with the good cards, not him.

And he had been reminded of that, with you teasing him in nothing but a silky nightgown, asking him dangerous questions he was too dizzy to answer.

“Lass.” he spoke, voice gruff even though he had a tall glass of water next to him.

“Yes?” you offered, knowing fully well you had to be treading lightly but you were not the one to shy away from trouble.

“Don’t make me fuckin’ put ya’ over me knee.” he said, dragging out the words slower than usual.

He was desperate.

You chuckled at the words, who did he think he was playing with?

You had gotten scared at first, that if he slept with you or had some sort of control over you that he’d get bored. Men usually did, once they had the forbidden fruit, they didn’t want it anymore but most failed to see the silver lining. 

They never had you, not really.

You weren’t a man’s just because you were sleeping with him, or seeing him on occasion. Men got delusional, too loose after some point and forgot that you would never be theirs. It was not a situation you saw yourself in, even though you were inching it closer with Alfie.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” your words were soft, slurty as they came out of your lips. He blinked slowly, used to the counteract at this point but it somehow caught him off guard every now and then.

“Ya’ know what ‘m here for.” he spoke, watching disappointment cross your face at the words.

Was he there for sex?

He had created some false expectations you were not used to having with men. Not only through his kindness and unexpected generosity but also through how soft he could actually be, someone who had literal blood on his sleeve most hours of the day.

“Use your words, Mr. Solomons.” you spoke, unsure of what he was there for anymore. 

“’ere to see the pretty lass, yeah, that’s why ‘m always ‘ere, innit.” he spoke, a low chuckle coming from deep his chest and the relief washed over you. Although, he did not see either of the emotions.

So he was still your Alfie.

“Are you still planning on putting me over your knee?” you offered, asking in a more serious manner as he looked at you, with darker eyes this time.

It wasn’t like you’d slept with him for too many times.

It had only been a couple times. 

That one time you had invited him over was the first time, he had shown you an excellent time and he had the same feeling about that night. It was the first time he’d seen you, the entirety of you and it had made him greedier each time. He still kissed you breathlessly in his office but he wasn’t afraid to go the extra mile, he was desperate to.

But he was also aware that you made the rules in the dynamic and he’d worked hard to get you to stay.

The next time you’d slept with the handsome man had been an explosion of sorts. You’d been trying to stay away after getting in his bed but it was hard to forget how good he was. He was too good, you would tell yourself but you had managed to stay away from the bear of a man until one day, he showed up with flowers on your doorstep and his clothes had ended up on the floor.

And that was it.

“Only if ya’ want me to, right.” he spoke, very well aware of the lines of consent when it came to these kinds of things.

You hummed, slowly getting up and walking towards him to sit on his lap. He welcomed it, second nature at this point as he looked into your eyes. His hands found your waist and bum, a small kiss on your neck the moment you sat on his lap. Your hands remained on his arms and chest as you looked down on him, not kissing him just yet.

“There ya’ are.” he spoke, moving a strand of hair from your face. 

You licked your lips and reached for him, he knew the signal well at this point and he was too needy to say no.

Alfie kissed like he needed you until the moment he’d die. He was almost trying to tell you something but you were too distracted by the way his lips moved. You mewled into the kiss, letting his tongue dominate yours as he took the lead. You didn’t mind, not with Alfie.

Breaking the kiss, you licked your lips and looked at his eyes again but he spoke before that, sure of himself.

“Let’s put ya’ over my knee then, hm?” he spoke, not much of a question at that point. You grinned like a kid as he carried you to the bedroom, excited of what was to come.

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Your shallow and his deep breaths filled the room. He was right next to you on the bed, catching his breath when he pulled you close. Your back was still to him as you laid on your side but the kiss he planted on your shoulder told you he didn’t mind.

Boy, he was good in bed.

You sighed, feeling your legs grow sore at a slower pace than normal since he’d taken it very easy today and you were thankful that for the first time in ever, a man listened to you in bed. You groaned once more before hearing a mutter from his side of the bed.

“Hm?” you spoke, curious as to what he was saying.

He often spoke after sex, about anything and everything. His nonsense was not regular nonsense, just not your kind of world so it took you a while to catch up but it always put you to sleep so you’d listen.

“You’re it.” he said.

The one thing he’d been thinking of for the past weeks.

You were it. You’d ruined other women for him, he knew that much but he also had seen a number of attractive women after meeting you and he had felt absolutely nothing. Most women were afraid of his occupation, including the good jewish women his mother wanted for him so that wasn’t an option. But you were much younger than any of them yet you were more dangerous than he could be in relationships like this.

You turned to him, hair a mess as he looked at you with a kid’s smile. Your eyebrows furrowed, a confused noise coming out of you at the sight and the words he had just said. “Huh?” you spoke, genuinely desperate for an answer as you looked at him.

“You’re it for me, luv.” he spoke and watched your eyes widen. And then you scoffed. And it turned into a hearty laughter.

“Oh, you’re funny after sex, Alfie.” you spoke, finally not chuckling at his words so he spoke instead.

“I fuckin’ mean it, lass.” he said, still half-smiling which made you stop smiling.

It wasn’t a joke.

This wasn’t the plan.

Entertain the gangster, get him attached enough to get a job, maybe a house. Those were all done and the plan had been working greatly until now but he was in love now?

It changed things.

Mostly because you were also feeling some very strong things towards him.

“What am I meant to do with that?” you spoke, confused as to how things could go from there.

“Whatever you fuckin’ want, luv.” he spoke, unbothered by the confession that had just taken place.

You nodded slowly, convinced of his insanity once more as you looked into his eyes. This didn’t have to change things, you thought in that immediate second. He could get attached all he wanted, even fall in love but nothing changed, so long as you were feeling nothing.

But you weren’t feeling nothing.

You sat on the bed, slowly and he watched you. You were calculating something again like you did when you were unsure of things. He watched your eyes roam around the room before settling on him.

He’d make a good husband, you thought.

To someone else.

There were things you’d promised yourself not to do, getting married was one of them. You’d seen too many women suffer in the hands of their husbands and sure, that wasn’t the entirety of the picture but it made you doubt when it was almost all of it. He’d either end up dead or something would happen to him anyway.

So you decided on a new strategy.

Turning to him, you spoke softly under the moonlight. You offered him an honest smile, covering your upper body with the sheet while he watched you speak and then raised his eyebrows after you were done.

“Alfie, I’m going to ask you for a favor.”

He was fucked, he just didn’t know how badly.

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[ardent-musings]

hi! can you do a remus lupin x reader smut where he was really nervous to tell you he liked you and all the marauders tease him for it but are like about time when you finally get together thanks you i love your writing!

“Study Buddies”

Remus Lupin Smut

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Oral (f receiving), Public Space

They thought they were being quiet. every attempt they made to keep their voices lowered was done in vain, James and Sirius didn’t know how to be quiet if someone put a silencing spell on them. of course this would lead to Remus slapping them silly while Peter watched and chuckled at the frustrated boy. 

You were standing outside the Charms classroom, eavesdropping on the four of them as James was making fun of Remus yet again. A little voice told you it was wrong, but at the mention of your name you figured it was alright to listen in.

 “Mate, shut it!” 

 “Well, c’mon, Moony,” James chuckled, “Make your move already. It’s getting embarrassing at this point.”

“If you don’t get cracking, I may just ask her out myself,” Sirius mocked.

“Look, I’ll do it, eventually.” 

Remus was stuttering a bit and there was a part of you that wanted to comfort him. You had a feeling he was interested in you given all the longing looks across the Great Hall and how he stiffened when you sat next to him in class. He was sweet and always willing to help you. You’d be lying if you denied your feelings for him as well. 

Before you could stop yourself, you skipped into the room and stood before the boy in question. He looked up at you with wide worried eyes as the other boys tried to hold back their smirks. 

“Remus I was wondering if you’d wanna study for Transfiguration later?” you hummed. “You’re the best student and I could really use you help.”

He swallowed hard and wrangled his sweater covered hands together nervously.

“Uh, yeah! Of course, I could help you,” his smile started to spread on his scarred face. “How about tonight at the library?” 

You could tell he was nervous, although you didn’t think he had to be. Remus was a great catch. If anyone couldn’t see it then they were mad. 

After agreeing to his suggestion you moved to the back of the Charms classroom, smirking when the other three boys patted him aggressively on the back.  The rest of the day couldn’t fly fast enough for you. 

You were sitting in a secluded area of the library, trying to hide your excitement as best you could, your leg was bouncing beneath the table. It was later in the night, close to closing time and you were beginning to worry Remus wasn’t going to show. Maybe you were reading the signs wrong or his friends were just being asses about the whole thing. But the longer you sat there, the worse your anxiousness became.

“Hey, hey! Sorry, I forgot I had detention,” Remus was panting as he got to your table, your nerves releasing in a second. 

His face was flushed and he giggled nervously, clutching his books to his chest as he took a seat beside you. You assumed he’s sit across from you but your stomach felt fuzzy as you felt his knee knock against yours. He looked so pretty, all out of breath and frazzled. 

“I was worried you backed out,” you smiled at him. 

“Me? Back out? No, I would never, not when it comes to you.” 

He opened his book to the chapter you had been going over in class but the words on the papers were the least interesting thing to you at the moment. His admission made your heart jump, and the sound of his low yet animated voice was beginning to affect you. You stared at him blankly, enjoying how his long lashes brushed the top of his cheeks every time he smiled. 

“I heard what they said,” you blurted, mentally slapping yourself for being so careless. 

He immediately quieted, moving to rub at the back of his neck. 

“I was afraid you might have,” he chuckled. 

“Is it true, thought?” 

Without another word, Remus looked up at your and nodded his head. His posture was humped, making his tall frame suddenly appear small. 

“Well, I like you too.” 

He shot up in his seat, surprised at your casual confirmation, his whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. His toothy grin made you chuckle, it was the loudest sound in the whole library since everyone else had left. 

Feeling confident, you hooked your leg over his own, the skirt you were wearing hiked up a bit higher on your thigh. You didn’t mean for that to happen, but you felt comfortable when Remus grabbed one of your hands in his bigger ones.

“Well then would it be completely ridiculous if I were to kiss you right now?” 

And his boyish charm that you had seen and admired from afar was back. Any trace of jitters was gone as you stated at the sweet boy beside you. With a smile, you grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his bushy head in for a kiss. 

Remus chuckled against your lips, a large hand caressed your cheek as the other settled onto your bare knee. Your face heated up at the feeling of being touched by him, but he tasted like chocolate and sin. It was an intoxicating combination.

Your fingers fisted his curls when he bit down on your bottom lip, both of you let out frustrated sighs. Before dipping in to kiss him again, you both were startled at the clanking of the library doors and the lights dimming, the only source of light were from the table top lamps that were scattered.

“Looks like we’re alone,” Remus grumbled against your hot throat, taking a moment to bite gently at your skin. “Merlin, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.” 

“Then let’s not waste any time,” you giggled playfully. 

His brows quirked at your remark and began to kneed at your thigh, instantly making you gasp. This wasn’t what you had planned when you asked him to study, but you couldn’t fight just how affected you were by Remus’s touch. And he knew that you were enjoying it from the way you were leaning into his touch.

You were becoming frustrated, you just wanted Remus as close to you as possible, so you grabbed his hand that was on your thigh and pushed it a bit higher on your leg. 

“Want me to touch you, darling?” He groaned into your mouth. Instead of answering you just pushed his hand higher  up until he got the hint. “I guess that’s a yes.” 

Before going further he pushed away from his chair, hooking his hands under your thighs to place you on top of the library table. His mouth traced your neck, the tops of your shoulders and the bit of skin that was exposed behind your button up. With a satisfied smirk, he gripped your thighs and kissed the inside of your knee as he sat back down. His kisses were sweet and soft on your legs, making you whimper as his hand bunched your skirt at your waist. You were about to close your legs, but Remus’s wondrous expression at your body kept you relaxed. 

“If you want me to stop, just tell me, love,” he whispered with a soft smile. 

Your fingers traced over the deep scar on his face before lacing them in his thick hair, slightly tugging him closer to you. His kisses trailed up your thigh, leaving you antsy until he finally kissed over your wet panties.

At the sight of you in front of him and your sweet sighs, Remus dipped in hungrily, lapping at you through your thin garment. You could’ve sworn he growled lowly, but as he hooked your underwear out of the way and tasted you fully, thinking straight was not an option.  Remus was absolutely desperate to get off the one person his friends had been teasing him about for months, and now he finally had you open and wanting for him. It stroked his ego, but your needy whines was beginning to affect him. 

Your legs were trembling on either side of his head, squirming at his relentless tongue and fingers that had joined the equation. The air in your lungs seemed to deplete as Remus hungrily ate you, worshiping how turned on you were. He could tell you were getting close as you grabbed his neck and tried humping his glistening chin. But Remus didn’t pine after you for so long to not get to feel you around him. 

With a smug grin, he released your legs, leaving you desperately groaning at the loss. Remus took great pride in how you whined for him, the sounds only got louder as he stood tall and began undoing his belt. Your gaze was transfixed on his nimble fingers, missing their touch but reveling in how they brought you one step closer to getting what you wanted. 

Remus dropped his pants, just low enough to be able to slip his hand into his boxer and pulling himself out. 

“If it’s alright with you, doll, I would like to see you cum on my cock, yeah?” 

With a hazy smile, you nodded excitedly, making the charming boy in front of you chuckle. The way you looked beneath him would be burned into his memory for life.

After pumping himself slowly, he grazed his erection against you, rejoicing in how you jerked at the feeling. His other hand grabbed at your back, making you sit up so he could kiss you as he slowly slid in. You both gasped at the feeling and smiled against your kiss. It was slow and passionate, everything you wanted from him. 

His slow rocking turned into a torturous rhythm, making you moan for more. At your pretty groans, Remus started to snap his hips against you, silencing his own moans by nibbling at your neck. You couldn’t believe how good it was to feel Remus, he knew exactly how to make you squirm and cry, your breath was becoming less frequent. 

Your clothes were suffocating you, sticking to your skin as the heat between your legs grew to be unbearable. His rocking, and kissing and throaty growls were too much, making you grip and pull on his hair tightly. 

“Fuck, you better be close, love,” he sighed, “’cause you’re squeezing me too good right now.”

His filthy words made you giggle, but the sound was stuck in your throat once Remus began rubbing your clit in firm tiny circles. You had to bite down on his sweater collar, his attention to your body was overwhelming. 

After a few more thrusts and swipes against your clit, you fell back on the table and covered your mouth as you came. It was powerful, and only grew more intense as Remus chased his own high. Although with the way you were gripping him, it only took him a few more pumps until he finished with a groan.

His upper body fell against you, heaving as he was exhausted by both his exertion and the way you made him feel. The dark glow of the room hid the burning blush that rose to his cheeks as he realized what had just happened. But your sweet brushing of his hair calmed him immediately.

Gently he pulled out of you and fixed your clothes, making sure you looked relatively decent despite your current position. Once you both got comfortable you decided to call it a night, ignoring any plans of studying.

The next morning you woke with a smile on your face, despite running late to Charms class. You ached a bit with every step you took, but it was a wonderful reminder of your fun with Remus.

When you stepped into the classroom, you couldn’t help but notice how James, Sirius, and Peter were smirking at you while Remus hid his head behind is robe sleeves. All at once the three boys stood up and gave you a slow clap, making your face glow once you realized why they were applauding you. Remus immediately picked up his book and began smacking them, which only made you laugh at the sweet boy who turned to you with a dazzling smile. You were happy to have him.

(This was my first smut request so I hope you liked it!)

[silversatoru]

the thin line between hope and despair

yelena x gn! reader

synopsis: you’re in love with yelena, and she feels nothing for for you. constant hook-ups and faded morals = very messy feelings

tags/warnings: nsfw, some smut?, angst, unrequited love, one-sided feelings, fuck buddies

word count: 2.5k

a/n: for my my sweet bby girl @brandmeyelena <3

Yelena knows what she’s doing with you isn’t right — on so many fucking levels. Taking advantage of your utter desperation for her over and over again when she knows damn well that she couldn’t care less about you. It wasn’t fair, especially for you, but she just couldn’t really find it in herself to feel sorry for someone so pitiful. You were so willing to devote yourself to her in exchange for mere crumbs of her affection, and it was pathetic. You left a sour taste in her mouth, a taste of sorrow and complete wretchedness, but you were also the perfect distraction. The perfect relief from all of her stress and all of her responsibilities with the volunteers. She was tired, and you were just so damn desperate to make her feel better — so how could she refuse? The answer was simple, she couldn’t.

That exact thought process is what landed her here today, with her fingers around your throat and your eyes rolled back into your head. She knows you love it too, being used like this — the way your cheeks grow flushed and your eyes get foggy when she cuts off the circulation to your brain. But she doesn’t do it for you — Yelena enjoys these things just as much as you do, her power hungry ego being fervently stroked by dominating you like this. Pinning you underneath of her and giving you orders made her feel in control — and that was perfect, because god knows she isn’t in control of anything else in her life right now.

Get down, she’d hiss at you, pointing to the floor with her long, slender index finger. Your pathetic frame would sink to your knees instantly, wordlessly doting to her every command. She’d lean back on her shoulders, her hips propped on the edge of the bed, and give you an expectant look. You know what to do. Do it, her voice would snarl, her empty eyes swirling with hunger. You’d feverishly obey, launching yourself forward and graciously opening your mouth for her pussy. You were dedicated to your craft, taking your time and ensuring that your tongue consumed every inch of her. Yelena’s head would fall back and, raspy, wet noises gurgled from her throat. She was entirely consumed by this twisted bliss — and she was a horrible monster for letting you do these things to her, but she felt far too good to care.

So now here you were, your tongue buried deep inside her while you worked desperately to make her feel better. She was quieter than usual today — the only things to leave her lips were small groans and half-assed insults. Things like the occasional “faster” while she pulled your hair, or “stupid slut” when you weren’t doing things quite right. The slander only made you work harder however, and honestly anything that came out of the blonde woman’s mouth was music to your ears. You stared up at her with rose-colored glasses, living in a delusional world where you truly believed Yelena cared about you.

It was a dreadfully fucked up dynamic — this relationship the two of you had, if it could even be called that. One of you lived in a terrible fantasy of what could be and the other was practically incapable of feeling human emotions. It was truly only a matter of time before the world started burning around the two of you.

A very short matter of time.

Yelena was spasming underneath of you now, warm juices and shaky convulsions racking through her body and into your mouth. You drove your tongue deep against her contracting walls, your eyes squeezed shut. A disgustingly sticky mixture of her fluids and your own saliva dripped down your chin as you finally pulled away, a bitter taste hanging on your tongue.

And Yelena was always quick to leave, she never stuck around any longer than she had to. She came, she came, and then she’d pull shitty excuses out of her ass as to why she needed to leave so soon. Those reasons more often than not consisted of one person — Zeke Yeager. Whether or not there was something romantic between the two, or if she was just highly devoted to him, you could never tell. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to know, honestly, because the answer might just break your heart.

Why don’t you stay tonight, Lena? You looked over at her as she pulled her trousers up her long, gangly legs. You craved something deeper with her, something more than just occasional casual sex — but it was really too bad that she didnt reciprocate those feelings at all. Sorry, there's a meeting tonight. I have to go. She’d respond, her voice dull as she carelessly brushed you off and slipped on her boots.

Will Zeke be there? Your voice always got low when you talked about him, but you made intentional efforts to hide the jealousy in your tone. Of course he’ll be there, he is the leader, she’d state dully as if this was obvious, and maybe it was, but it still made your chest ache.

You spend a lot of time with him lately, even outside of meetings, you’d state your observations out loud for the first time. Confrontation wasn’t something you enjoyed, and you certainly weren’t any good at explaining your feelings either. But your heart was starting to nag you lately, and you needed to voice your opinions before it was too late.

We’re preparing for a war, her eyes grew incredibly narrow, try not to make such selfish accusations right now. The words were like daggers of guilt stabbing between your ribs. Yelena had a way with words — a shiny silver tongue that always made you believe what she said without a doubt. You started to believe that you were being selfish — after all the war was very real and Yelena was very involved, that's probably all it was.

You’re right, I’m sorry. I just wish you were around more. Your voice was much quieter now, shame and remorse churning in your stomach -- maybe you would have been better off not saying anything at all.

We’re busy. You have to understand where I’m coming from here. It’s hard for me to make time right now, she’d continue to spew nonsense into your impressionable ears. She didn’t like that you were starting to question her, not at all. She’d say whatever you needed to hear to keep you around at this point — she didn’t plan on losing her little fuck-toy anytime soon. If you needed a little affection to keep you complacent, then she’d just need to put on a little show for you.

Come here, I’m sorry, her tone grew softer, but not at all sincere. You helplessly sunk into her spindly arms, and she pulled you tight to her chest. Just hold on until after the war, okay? Once we make the world a better place, we can do whatever you want.

More false hope, false promises, and false reassurance. The war would be brutal, you’d probably die at some point in a terrible event of collateral damage. You’d die and then Yelena would never need to fulfil her empty promises -- it was that easy, and you’d never know the difference.

That sounds nice, you’d smile, your heart warming at the idea of living in a free world with Yelena by your side. You fell ignorantly for her words, missing every single warning sign and every single red flag. Maybe if you’d noticed the subtle darkness in her eyes, the strain in her tone, or the way she hugged you a little too roughly, you could have saved yourself from the ensuing heartbreak. Or maybe if you had realized that with you being a scout and her being a follower of Zeke, it was unlikely that the two of you would ever work out. But you stupidly refused to consider any of these things, and it was going to cost you your heart.

That fateful memory was a few months ago, and now the both of you were in Marley, anxiously waiting for Eren’s plan to unfold. You were partnered with your friend Connie, his lips twisting into a thin line as the two of you hid in the shadows on top of an industrial building. You were incredibly capable with your 3dm gear, and even more capable with the new gun technology, but you were practically useless with your head in its current state. You watched the streets with fervent eyes, dashing them up and down nearby alleyways and hoping for any sign of Yelena. The attack hadn’t even started yet, but not knowing her whereabouts made you incredibly uneasy. She was probably wherever Zeke was, of course, but you liked to think that wherever she was, she was worried about you too.

Yelena was hiding in plain sight, dressed in a traditional Marleyan Army uniform with fake facial hair wrapped around her chin. She did as she was ordered, trapping two of the titan shifters in a large hole and then retreating back to her position. She was focused solely on her task, and on Zeke and how she could ensure his safety, and honestly, the thought of you hadn’t crossed her mind once tonight.

When Eren’s attack came, it came suddenly and violently -- and it was like nothing you’ve ever seen before, or at least not since the colossal and armored titans attacked so many years ago. Before you could even take in the horrifying scene in front of you, Connie was grabbing your hand and ushering you to run, the two of you taking off with your 3dm gear. You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering as your body swung through the air, frantically searching the streets for the tall, blonde woman who owned your heart. But maybe you should have paid less attention to finding her, and more attention to where you were going.

Connie’s shrill scream shook you to your core, and at first you didn’t even notice the array of guns pointed right at the two of you. A group of Marleyan soldiers were lined up atop a building, every single nozzle of their firearms preparing to shoot at you and Connie. Your friend shot his gear downwards, swooping underneath the scope of the guns and shouting at you to follow him. And you tried, you really did, but you were horribly distracted and accidentally shot your gear into the very edge of a building. The hook crumbled the corner of the building and was unable to secure itself, sending you hurling to the ground beneath you. Your breath was wiped clean from your chest as you smacked against the ground, dust and dirt filling your lungs. Connie was forced to swing up onto a higher building, narrowly avoiding the bullets and unable to come down after you. Your bones ached as you peeled yourself off the ground, looking up just to see pieces of rubble hurling towards you. What the FUCK, Eren? You silently cursed out that irresponsible titan boy, scrambling to avoid the giant chunks of building that were quickly getting closer.

You thought you’d made it, your heart beat gushing in your ears as you launched yourself towards another building, only to be knocked back down by a slab of broken concrete. Pained yelps squeezed out from your throat as your body fell helplessly back to the ground. This fall did a number on you, your ears ringing and your head pounding with a dull pain. The large piece of rubble had crashed into one of your legs, rendering your leg immobile and absolutely crushing your gear. Connie couldn’t help you, not when saving you guaranteed his own demise — you needed to do this on your own, unless-

“Yelena!” You called out to the towering woman who was stumbling towards you. Her arm was wrapped around an injured Zeke, and she was working hard to carry him to safety. Levi must have rocked his shit again, you’d have to thank him for that if you made it out of this alive.

Yelena stopped momentarily when she saw your mangled leg, but not even an ounce of concern crossed her determined face. She looked you up and down, and then glanced down at Zeke as if she was weighing her options.

“I’m sorry,” She shot you a horribly unsypathetic look, dragging her gaze away from you and hurrying off with the injured blonde boy.

It was so simple, so short, and there wasn't the smallest hint of remorse in her voice. Your brain couldn’t process how easy it was for her to leave you there, your mouth hanging open in a small “o”. You would give your life for Yelena, and she didn’t even blink when you were faced with certain death — and that’s when it all started to set in. The delusional facade that you’d imagined between the two of you was shattering, small pieces of glass memories crashing and crumbling around you. The cruel owner of your pitiful heart felt nothing for you, and it had taken this long for you to finally realize.

All of the days and nights the two of you spent entangled in each other's arms had meant nothing. All of the time you spent with your lips locked against hers and her large hands caressing your body had been devoid of anything more than lust for her. Terrible embarrassment washed up inside of you as you recalled all of the sinful things you did for this cold-hearted, unfeeling woman.

Your motivation to fight was gone, your eyes locked onto Yelena’s tall figure as she ran further away and out of view. She’d picked Zeke over you again, she always did, and she always would. She practically worshiped him, like he was some kind of fucked up, twisted god. You weren’t sure why you ever thought you could compete with that.

In the midst of your complete breakdown, a firm arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the air. Connie had come back for you, cold air stinging your face as the two of you shot up to the safety of a tall, nearby building.

“Fuck, y/n, stop being so careless! And I hope you’ll finally give up on that lanky bitch after she walked right past you like that,” he let out an exasperated breath, slumping behind a large brick wall.

“Sorry… thank you,” you mumbled, “You really shouldn’t have risked your life like that”.

“No, but that’s what people are supposed to do when they care about each other. Is it finally sinking in, that she's been using you for the past year? I tried to tell you so many time-,” He continued to ramble on in frustration.

Every one of his words poured salt into your already burning wounds, tears beginning to leak from your eyes. Yelena didn’t care about you, she never did — she’d never even sacrificed time for you, never mind compromising her or Zeke’s safety for you. And you were stupidly ignorant to ever think that she saw you as more than a toy she used to pass the time.

[whoreshijima]

CW// dom!kuroo, fem!reader, outside sex, petplay?? (kuroo calls reader, kitten) choking, wine and tipsy sex. daddy kink, both reader and kuroo receiving oral, unprotected sex

Glancing next to you briefly you can see Kuroo is no longer focusing on your words, his gaze has landed on your chest, lips parted slightly as he stares. Giggling to yourself you call out to him “Hey, earth to Kuroo? hellooooooo” He quickly comes out of his gaze, forcing his eyes away from the sight of your boobs filling out the bikini so perfectly. “Sorry, sorry. What were you talking about?” Another sip of wine meets his lips as you stare at him, gulping. “Hey... what were you thinking about?” You question, tilting your head to get a better look at him.

It had been months since you and your husband had been able to escape from your busy lives. His job required him to work late nights and early starts, most mornings you haven’t even rolled out of bed before he’s dressed and out the door with a quick kiss to your cheek and a mutter of “see ya later.” You supposed that this is what marriage is like... pushing through the hard times and celebrating the little victories in any way you can. Though lately it just feels like you’re constantly stuck in the hard times, barely seeing your husband has taken a toll on your relationship. Thats why you weren’t expecting him to surprise you with a weekend away to a secluded log cabin in the woods North of your city. The smile beaming on your face was more than enough to let Kuroo knew he did a good job, the sudden embrace around his neck, nearly suffocating him, also told him that.  A few weeks later and you’re rolling along a quiet forest path, the blur of greens and browns whooshing past the window mixed with the gentle music coming from Kuroo’s car speaker making you feel at peace. You couldn’t help but stare at your handsome husband. At the way his hand gripped the steering wheel, veins prominent and bulging slightly as he adjusted his grip, his other hand landing on your thigh and rubbing his thumb gently against the flesh that hides under your dress. You can feel the heat raising to the surface of your cheeks, knowing it’s flushing with blush you dip your head, giggling softly . “You okay there, Angel?” he chuckles, the low rumble emitting from his chest makes you take a deep breath and gulp. “We’re nearly there princess, just a lil while longer” You gaze up to see him grinning at you, his hair no longer in his classic bed head style, instead it lays messy atop his head, you have to fight the urge to run your hand through his locks and kiss his cheek. “He’s driving Y/N...” You mutter in your head, shaking your head to rid the thought. He really does dazzle you.  Not long later you’re dragging your bag inside the most beautiful log cabin you had set your eyes on, it was something straight out of a fantasy movie. The cabin was surrounded by trees hundreds of feet tall, drowning in green and meeting the blue sky, making you feel tiny in comparison, it took your breath away every time you looked up. Kuroo’s arms found their way around your waist, dwarfing you even more against his broad frame. The years of volleyball doing his muscles tone wonders, his best friend being a professional volleyball player keeping him on top of his gym game helping his beautiful body stay even more in shape. You nuzzled into his chest before peaking around him at the surrounding area, your eyes ran over the ground and the trees before landing on the hot tub thats been hiding itself from view by rocks and bushes “oh wow... we gotta try that out,” Tetsuro chuckles and drags you inside “not before we eat some food, I bought wine” That makes you roll your eyes. Wine drunk Kuroo is a sight to see. 

Hours pass, you’ve finished off a bottle of wine and your bellies are full. “Baaaaaaabe,” you whine out “how about we try the hot tub, it looks so cosy!!” You skip to the bedroom, digging through your suitcase to find the bikini you packed, theres not much to it but its only your husband who is seeing. The red fabric adjourns your body and you grin, running out to find your husband already sat comfortably in the hot bubbly water. “Oh hi there...wow” he mutters under his breath, eyes travelling up and down your body, before holding out a glass of wine for you to take. When the bubbling water surrounds you, you muscles instantly soften, and you settle next to your husband. As though it was a normal night you start to rant and ramble on about how work is stressing you out, how your manager can drive you absolutely mad. Glancing next to you briefly you can see Kuroo is no longer focusing on your words, his gaze has landed on your chest, lips parted slightly as he stares. Giggling to yourself you call out to him “Hey, earth to Kuroo? hellooooooo” He quickly comes out of his gaze, forcing his eyes away from the sight of your boobs filling out the bikini so perfectly. “Sorry, sorry. What were you talking about?” Another sip of wine meets his lips as you stare at him, gulping. “Hey... what were you thinking about?” You question, tilting your head to get a better look at him.

“Well, baby, I was thinking about your tits” he gulps “so soft... I just wanna-” You cut him off, tugging him in and pushing your lips against his own, hands finding their way to the hair at the back of his head. Wine glasses are quickly discarded to the side. It doesn’t take a while before your husband is sliding you into his lap, groaning at the feeling of your crotch against his, your warm core pressed against his hard length. Hands landing firmly on you waist as his lips find the soft skin of your neck, making you whimper. Hips twitching as you grind against his, “What are you thinking about now?” you manage to choke out as he leaves splotches of blue and purple to flower against your skin. “Thinking about your warm pussy Angel.. wanna be buried inside, god...” He basically moans as you grip his hair tighter, hooking your legs around his waist as he stands up, placing you down on the edge of the hot tub “bikini, off. Now” It comes out basically as a growl, helping you unclasp the bra and watching you pull off the thong that pairs with it. A groan made its way out of Kuroo’s mouth as he saw the glisten of slick against the fabric as he tosses them to the side “So wet for me already huh kitten? You want me that bad?” The questions making your head spin as he pushes your legs apart, long, thick fingers gliding through your soft folds, parting your lips gently. He swallows your whimpers as he kisses you “want me to taste you? Do you want me to eat you out? Beg. Beg right now if you want to cum” Tetsuro mutters against your lips, slowly lowering his lips to your chest and collarbones, fingers never stilling against your pussy. “please... ah!- please Daddy, I’ve been so good, so good for you! Please... please please” You’re suddenly thankful that nobody else is within listening distance as the words fall out of your mouth, face heating up as you imagine somebody over hearing. You’re suddenly snapping out of your thoughts once Kuroo wraps his lips around your clit, sucking gently as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head and a strangled moan escapes your lips. “fuck daddy...” As you whimper, your hands find their way to his messy locks, encouraging to do more. Tongue swirling around the bud, lewd sloppy noises filling the air “taste so fucking good kitten” he groans out against your wet lips. The air is taken out of your lungs as he pushes two fingers inside you, pressing against your soft, spongey walls soon finding the spot that makes you see stars and blurs your eyesight. Your back arches suddenly as he prods against it, smirking to himself. “Is that is huh, Kitten? Gonna cum all over my fingers? Do it, make daddy proud” The mixture of his expert tongue against your swollen clit and the constant stimulation inside of you, tips you over the edge. The coil in your stomach snapping, spreading throughout your whole body as you gush all over his fingers, his lengthy fingers abusing your sensitive cunt. 

“Fuck Kitten, you’ve gotten me all riled up!” He chuckles as he pulls away, surrounding you with his bulging biceps, kissing you deeply. Your hands find their way to his crotch, his hard cock pressing so desperately against his shorts, craving attention. You whimper when you think about it filling you up to the brim, fiddling with the waistband “Use you words kiitten, you want daddys cock?” He forces you to look up at him as he hooks a thumb under your chin, your glassy eyes meeting his blown pupils, nodding speedily “wanna taste you daddy...” you whisper out, causing Kuroo to gulp at your words. “You know what to do” he encourages you to pull off his shorts, chuckling at the gasp that escapes your swollen lips when you see it slap against his abs. Your eyes meet as you stroke him gently. You give a few kitten licks to the tip, collecting the pre cum thats beaded against the head, plump lips wrap around his length and slowly push down, taking in as much of his cock as you can. Hands finding your hair and knotting, fists pressing against your scalp as your head bobs up and down. Squelching and gagging sounds surrounding you both as his hips buck up to meet your face. His face looks like something out of a porn, lips pulled in by his teeth and eyes blown out wide as he watches his cock disappear in and out of your soft mouth. Eventually he pulls you off, strings of saliva and pre cum connecting between his cock and your lips. If Kurroo could take a picture of your fucked out face he would but he has other things on his mind. Those things being buried inside of your cunt. 

“Turn around, Kitten. Gonna fill you up now, make you cum all over my cock” Without hesitation you’re bending over in front of your husband, resting your forearms on the side of the hot-tub. Kuroos cock slapping against your ass a few times before pulling your pussy open, his cock pushing inside you easily, stilling once his hips are flush against yours. “so full...” you moan out, gummy walls clenching around him and slick leaking out against his shaft. Starting with a few soft thrusts turn into hard, powerful ones. Your body lurching every time his hips come back to slap against yours. “Such a good kitten, taking my cock like a good little slut” he grunts out, broad hands landing on your ass over and over again. “H-harder daddy!” you mewl out. You think it’s impossible for him to go any harder as he pistons in and out of your soft pussy, but he manages to. He leans over your back, tongue poking out to lick at your jaw and earlobe, nibbling gently as a strong hand winds around your throat. He pulls you up so your back is pressed against his heaving chest, being forced to look up at him as he kisses you hungrily “I want you to cum all over my cock kitten, be good for me?” His hand squeezes your throat, his other hand adjusting your leg so its propped up on the edge of the tub. “yes daddy, yes yes yes” You chant out, leaning into him as the rough thrusts start again. eyes crossing as he grunts against your shoulder.  A strong hand finds it’s way to your core, two fingers rubbing quick little circles against your clit. He revels in the way your mouth hangs open, eyes crosses but so desperately keeping eye contact with him. Drool drips down your chin and onto your chest and if Kuroo could have you like this forever; he would, he’s sure of it. Suddenly you’re tightening around his length and he can feel your body shaking under his strong arms “daddy! daddy daddy daddy ah!” is this only thing you can choke out as you cum once again, your vision going blurry as he works you through it. “Daddys gonna cum now okay, Kitten? Fill you up with my cum yeah?” Grunts and groans fall from Kuroos mouth as he holds you up, hips chasing his own release, quickly finding it. One, two solid thrusts before he’s throbbing inside you, your insides are being painted white, the warmth inside you addictive.

Panting and heavy breaths are all that can be heard as he pulls out gently, cooing at the protests you give him, clinging onto him desperately as he picks you up gently. “shhh, shhh I got you,Angel” the soft words encouraging you to finally give in to your body begging for sleep, nuzzling his chest as you’re being carried inside. 

“I got you” 

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@honeyxtrap​ tagging you bby, enjoy! (ik its not ushi or dai but heheheh oops) 

[therealvinelle]

I would 100 percent love a rundown of every vampire and how they would react to the option to be human again.

... every vampire..?

I guess we’re doing this.

Afton is more useless to the Volturi than ever. This changes nothing, in part because nobody notices. Afton dies of old age in a cry for attention.

Alec can have puberty?! Get tall? Have sex? Sign him the fuck up. Alec spends ten years as a human. Unfortunately it turns out he has the worst genes, so he stops at 5 feet and doesn’t grow an inch taller. He is Volterra’s short king. Even more unfortunate is the fact that the ladies still see him as a kid and would feel weird about sleeping with him, so no luck on that front either. (Somehow, Jane is both taller and gets all the hawt dewds)

Alice would not like this at all. Having a human is nice, that’s fun. Alice loves her Bella Barbie. Being a human? Oh god no.

Alistair’s whole thing is that he’s living as a hermit because he’s terrified of everyone and everything. If he became human again, he would still be a hermit, but lacking any of the survival skills or basic equipment that human hermits accrue he would quickly die out there in the wild.

Amun might just be the oldest vampire in the world, and he has been a god. Going back to being human would be too low, it would be the greatest humiliation imaginable. Hard no from Amun.

Anne was Victoria’s sister, the two girls were impoverished and Anne prostituted herself to feed them. Since she was executed by the Volturi within that same century, she would be returning to that same, horrible life. All the nopes, Anne gets her creator to turn her again.

Aro would be very practical about it, I think, and find someone to turn him back before the plague got him. Though I’m sure he’d be too curious not to try for himself the modern, global, human cuisine, so whoever was turning him has to sit by and wait while Aro drinks all the margaritas and eats all the sushi. And probably human flesh, gotta know what it tastes like from the other side

Athenodora has spent a very long time in that tower tripping on Corin’s gift. As she walks into the Volterra town square she has a full on Plato’s cave allegory epiphany, as she realizes that the tower was a fever dream and the real world is blurry and she doesn’t want to eat anybody. She comes to the conclusion that vampires aren’t real.

Bella would feel like Cinderella at the end of the ball, her beautiful gown turns back into rags and she’s an unworthy human again. Edward is overjoyed she smells delicious is fragile again and refuses to turn her back. Heartbreak ensues.

Benito invented newborn wars, he’s got a million enemies. He better become a vampire again immediately, or he’s dead.

Benjamin is the avatar, which is great. He lives in hiding because Amun has him convinced that Aro would enslave him, which is less great. Being human would not solve this.

Boris was living his best life being a fake Russian noble in the court of Versailles. Being a fake noble as a human is just not as fun, and he finds himself a vampire to get turned back.

Bree was miserable as a vampire, but her life wasn’t great to begin with. She was homeless and starving. I imagine she’d say no to humanity because she had nothing to return to, but this would be a survival move that had nothing to do with what she wanted in life.

Caius has no time for this nonsense, he turns back immediately.

Carlisle I’ve outlined in this post, but to repeat it here he is quite happy being a vampire, humanity has nothing to offer him. His ridiculously large network of friends would be put to good use once again as he tries to find someone who’ll turn him. (He has a surprisingly hard time, as no one wants to risk being the asshole who ate Carlisle Cullen. He eventually comes crawling back to a delighted Aro)

Carlisle’s creator is the lowest of the low, trash who lives in the slums, gets caught by humans, eats half a mob and then lets a newborn loose in the middle of London. This guy is a slob who does not have his life in order. Without vampirism, he starts shooting up under a bridge and dies within a few weeks. He does not get turned back into a vampire because nobody’s touching that.

Carmen would probably want a baby before turning back. The problem with trying to raise a human child as a vampire is that children bleed all the time. Eleazar Jr. scrubs his knee, Carmen goes full Cronus on her son, and Dostoyevsky is proud.

Charles... I don’t know if anybody agreed with my post on Renata, I for one think Luca is horrifying, and based on that Charles would turn back immediately because he’s not leaving Makenna on her own. Not to mention, Charles is one of the few vampires in Twilight who chose his fate.

Charlotte and Peter are living happily, thinking the Cullens are crazy for appreciating humans, so no changes there.

Chelsea might actually be a bit allured by humanity, since this way she can find out once and for all if she can form organic, normal relationships. However, she’s been a vampire for millennia, which makes it impossible for her to relate to humans. She makes no friends, and comes to believe that she is unlovable. She becomes a vampire again and, after an extended existential crisis, eventually becomes Marcus.

Corin would want to try all the human drugs. Gotta find out if weed is better than she is! Unfortunately half of Volterra is hooked on her, and she’s turned before she can find a good dealer.

Didyme would immediately suffer a brain aneurism, and die. Marcus becomes Marcus, but this is ultimately the better timeline since Aro can mourn his sister normally.

Diego’s life was pretty much over since gang members were out to get him, so he’s not returning to humanity anytime soon. Although vampirism means that now everyone he meets is a potential gang member out to get him (indeed, Victoria gets him), so maybe humanity would appear comparatively peaceful.

Demetri seems to be having a cool time being a vampire, so back into the ranks of the unholy he goes.

Edward, oh boy. I can’t imagine it, and I don’t want to.

Eleazar is a pretty self-righteous and sanctimonious fellow, I am sure he would not only choose to remain human, but talk about how noble it is that he’s staying human. He would not enjoy being human.

Emmet would be a miserable human, but to turn back would be to turn his back on Rosalie, and so he would dutifully remain, even as he grew to resent her for it. Once again I have a post.

Esme would not want humanity given the choice, but if she suddenly is human then provided Carlisle was as well, I imagine she would want to get a do-over. However, trouble is that if she wants to have a baby, then she’ll have to stick around with said baby as well. Sticking around means remaining human. Honestly, I’m not sure where that would go. Terrible places once Carlisle runs off to Italy, I’m sure.

Felix is another dude who seems pretty happy with vampirism. He sticks his hand into the first fanged mouth that he can find.

Fred is having a good time as well now that he has left Victoria’s army, no arguments here.

Garrett seems quite happy to be a vampire, although he enjoys new things enough that I think he’d want to spend a few years experiencing things from this human perspective. Alas, he’d have pictured the life human influencers and fictional humans were leading - it can’t be too far off, right? Well, real humans need jobs and housing and health insurance. One thing leads to another, and Carlisle finds himself bankrolling Garrett’s human adventures.

George is a seriously amazing guy who goes around pretending to be a demon called Astaroth and making fake demon deals with people. He’s an amazing conman, but his whole schtick depends on being a vampire, so it wouldn’t work if he were human. Vampirism it is.

Heidi apparently lived a terrible life as a human and was pity-turned into a vampire, so I don’t think she’d have any happy associations with humanity at all. She buys the first ticket back to damnation.

Hilda was a feminist bleeding heart who made suffering women invulnerable. Vampirism, to her, seems to have been salvation, with humanity a miserable state. Hard no from Hilda.

Huilen didn’t want anything to do with this supernatural horrorshow that killed her sister, and I imagine she’s one of the few who’d actually fare well as a human again, even though time has passed.

Irina drowns her Laurent-shaped sorrows in booze and men.

James would be furious with everything for letting this happen to him, and want to be turned back again.

Jane, like Alec, is overjoyed that she can have puberty again. This works out great for her. Like a middle school goth phase, she sort of pretends that whole 1200-year-stint as an actual twelve-year-old didn’t happen, going “oh, yeah... that” when it’s mentioned.

Jasper isn’t eating people anymore, praise Jesus. I think he’d actually fare quite well, he’d become a dusty professor in philosophy at some college and the violence would truly be behind him.

Joham is a monster and I imagine his children would eat him before he could get turned back. Good on them.

Kachiri is quite happy with Senna and Zafrina, she wouldn’t want that to change.

Kate loves Garrett very much, but there are all these human men she won’t have to worry about killing..?

Kebi was a slave who was chosen by Amun to be... well, his slave forever. As an unchanging vampire she’s stuck, but humanity could represent real hope for her, the only hope, really. Hard yes from Kebi.

Kristie is one of the two Victoria recruits who managed to turn the army into a high school, where you were either in the right clique or you were a square. Kristie is clearly an opportunist who’ll make the best of any situation, human or vampire.

Kumboh is a highly eccentric vampire who works in a mental hospital and gets attached to the humans there, to the point where he dies for one. This is not a man I can predict.

Laurent spent his existence in a pursuit of power without understanding what power is, and ended up stuck with the white trashiest vampires ever to white trash. Several logical leaps based on 18th century French Versailles logic later he endeavors to marry into the British royal family.

Liam is living quite happily with his wife and surrogate daughter, and even if he wasn’t then Siobhan is going to want her hubby back. And what Siobhan wants, Siobhan gets.

Luca is quite happy being the family patron who sometimes takes niece-brides (or family demon who keeps stealing their daughters), so he would want his fangs back. But, I’m sorry but I think he’d seize the opportunity to impregnate one of his descendants, because if this guy is all about preserving his family line then I can’t imagine he’d be able to resist a son.

Lucy, like Maria, would be in so much trouble. Honestly, I think Maria would eat her immediately. Easiest way to get rid of competition.

Maggie might want to grow a bit older and less emaciated before turning, but like Liam, Siobhan’s gift would see to it that the coven became whole again.

Makenna wanted vampirism once, I imagine she’d want it again. She seems quite happy with her life.

Marcus is finally able to kill himself. Happy days.

Maria would be in so much trouble. She is a human in newborn war territory, all the vampires around her have terrible control, and the ones with good enough control to turn her are enemy army leaders who want her dead. She is forced to make a phone call to Jasper and ask if he can put in a good word with Carlisle.

Mary (Carlisle’s friend), it’s been over a century and she’s still living alone. Sounds lonely, so maybe she’d be down for the change.

Mary (Hilda’s coven) is living that feminist liberation life with Hilda, and humanity would throw her right back into poverty and misery. Big nope.

Nettie would be eaten by Jasper, since Maria already ate Lucy.

Noela is a member of Hilda’s coven, meaning her life was awful. She would not want it back.

Peter is living happily ever after with Charlotte, it’s a good life. Peter does not want things to change.

Randall was turned in the 1960′s, so I’m sure he’d want some of that sweet weed again.

Raoul was a gangbanger and humanity is better off without him. So are vampires.

Renata had awful circumstances around her turning, and nothing to return to. Her human family either sold her out or were unable to protect her, my money’s on them thinking that her fate was a great honor, and either option makes them someone I imagine she has put behind her. As it is now, she has purpose with the Volturi, and no one is making her be anybody’s bride. She would not want things to change, nevermind becoming human.

Riley thinks he has found true love and glorious purpose, and would remain the way he is.

Rosalie would be delighted, but she has poured years of bitterness and crushed dreams into the dream of the perfect human life. Reality wouldn’t live up to her ideal and this time she can’t blame vampirism. I think she’d start drinking.

Santiago presumably has an alright time being a vampire, he has purpose and community with the Volturi. No changes here.

Sasha wanted a big ol’ family, turning first her niece and then women who resembled her niece enough to look like her sisters, so I imagine that, like all good Denali women, she’d seduce a sexy human male and give herself a few more daughters. Disaster would ensue if they were sons, or not blondes.

Senna is living happily with her girlfriends, let nothing disrupt that.

Siobhan’s life is great, with her gift her life will be as she wishes it to be, and she seems to truly enjoy being a vampire. It wouldn’t even be a question for her.

Stefan and Vladimir (no, they don’t get individual entries) are has-beens. Without vampirism, they would be greater has-beens than ever. This makes Aro’s century, and he makes it clear to the vampire world that no one is to turn these two back. Their lives suck and then they die.

Sulpicia is above pesky human sustenance, the mere thought is revolting. She accidentally starves herself to death.

Victoria would be at once more and less paranoid. Her gift isn’t going haywire telling her about all the danger, but she’s a human, so all is danger. I think she’d start drinking too.

Victoria’s NPC army recruits are newborns who love that sweet sweet blood, ain’t nobody turning their back on that.

Tanya would be so fucking happy, oh my god. She can bang all the dudes, and she won’t have to worry about killing them! She forgets that human women have to worry about STDs and pregnancies. Now she has chlamydia and a baby.

Tia’s big problem is that she’s stuck living with this ancient and bitchy loser who takes himself way too seriously. Vampirism on its own is great, she’s down for that.

Unnamed tracker formerly employed by the Volturi was relieved of his duties in the most “oops, you’re useless now” way possible. That hurts your self esteem. Becoming a powerless human would hurt it even more. Unnamed tracker formerly employed by the Volturi does not want this.

Vassilii would grow up, and have a host of issues because being a toddler with memories of bloodthirst and killing people is bad for child development.

Zafrina is having a great time with her girlfriends and her illusions. And it’s been a very long time since they were human, I don’t think anything remains of their culture. At least not anything they’d recognize.

Hope this answers your question, anon...

Edit: Added Carlisle’s Creator, Sasha, and Vassilii. If I’ve missed anybody else, let me know.

Edit 2: Added Bree, Diego, Frank, Kristen, Raoul, Riley, and Victoria’s NPC army recruits.

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A Wife for Thor Pt.14

The Garden Hallway

01/02/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,974

Warnings: language, smut, smutty smut smut, talk of pregnancy, jealousy, spoiled lobster, alcoholic Brunnhilde, babies

A/N: First post of the new year! This was a fun one to write with lots of little tidbits that were enjoyable. Writing doubts aside, I hope you all enjoy this one! Sorry it took so long to get to you, but holidays, ya know? xoxo

“She’s beautiful, Thora. Just gorgeous.” You bounce the infant in your arms and she coos and goos.

Spittle runs down along the edge of her lips and Thora, the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen in your life, leans forward to gently dab away at the clear liquid.

Her very long ice blonde hair falls forward, half braided, the other half loose. She tosses it back then sighs and rips it back feeling frustrated.

“You could cut your hair, if it’s bothering you.” Ice blue eyes meet yours, slight shock at your observational skills painting her pale cheeks pink.

“Oh, no. I’m too fond of it, Your Majesty. I’ll grow used to it again. Having a little one to care for does make it a bit tedious to handle. But ‘tis no worry. I will just have to braid it more tightly and perhaps wear it atop my head to keep it tame.”

She’s all politeness, this Agardian beauty. The Goddess of it, if you’re honest, though you know that’s not true. To you, every Asgardian woman is the Goddess of beauty. They’re all so stunning in their own unique ways.

The same could be said for the women of your own species, but these Asgardians seem to glow.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, it’s really very normal for women of Earth to have very short hair in some cases. Especially when work or busy lives get in the way of maintaining it. I’m not sure how often women in the old Asgard used to-”

“It was not uncommon, though ‘twasn’t very common either. Most of us keep our hair long. I’m not sure my husband would love me as much if I did cut it.” She confesses, and you see a fleeting worry pass through her exquisite face and you can’t imagine how a woman this beautiful can doubt the hold she has on her husband when you’re only mortal and constantly worry about Thor’s love for you.

“Armod is a lucky man. I’m sure he knows that you’re more than your hair. But if it’s that important to you, I can try to find ways of keeping it out of your way? Some new hairstyles maybe?” You smile at her, hoping to offer comfort.

She relaxes, the little bundle in your arms wiggling just a bit as you lean forward to place your hand over hers.

“She really is so beautiful,” you say, hoping to redirect her attention to her perfect little girl.

Luta has deep olive skin, her hair the same stunning raven as Armod.

Thora’s entire being shifts. She gleams at her daughter, the clear apple of her eye.

“It won’t be long before you and His Majesty are blessed with a baby of your own. An heir to the throne? The celebration will be monumental.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you smile shyly, remembering almost every night since your honeymoon has been spent pinned either underneath Thor, or to the wall, or on the dresser, or his desk, or the tub, or even the floor in an attempt to get that heir to finally come.

Both of you want a baby so badly.

“We’ve been trying for almost two months,” You confess, a sadness in your voice incapable of hiding.

“Armod and I tried for nearly a year,” Thora nods, her own happiness sidelined to make way for understanding. “I believe that sometimes it just takes a while. My sister was able to conceive so quickly I began to think there was something wrong with me.”

She gives you a reassuring smile, almost like she can read your very thoughts.

“But it happened. It took time. It will happen for you as well, Your Majesty. We are all looking forward to an heir, but even if it takes a while, you’re still our Queen.” She assures you and her words do make you feel better.

Maybe you and Thor have just been trying too hard?

Oof, but there’s no way you can give up those touches.

“I guess I’ll just have to relax and take it one day at a time. Thank you for your encouragement. I’m seriously really jealous of you. She’s so lovely.” You offer her over, and Thora takes her eagerly.

The baby, Luta, whines a little but then settles as she’s held to her mother’s breast.

“She’s a peach, isn’t she?” Thora gloats, and she’s absolutely beaming.

The front door opens and there’s a startled pause by the tall dark Armod, long pitch braids swishing as he comes to a stop.

“Your Majesty?” The shock is clear, but he quickly bows and you get up, waving away his formality.

“No, please.” You smile, throwing out your hand for him to shake, “It’s so nice to see you, face to face and not from the backseat of a car.”

Armod laughs, taking hold of your hand gently and he quickly kisses the back of it.

The respect of the gesture is flattering.

“I was not expecting to see you here today, though I’m not going to lie, it’s an honor.”

“I promised I’d come,” you remind him. “I’m sorry it took so long. I’ve been so busy with the planning of the park and meeting with the Ambassadors to see what they want from us, and it’s just been so busy day after day.”

“Your Majesty,” Thora stands, shaking her head. “You have no obligation to explain yourself to us. We are at your service.”

You smile at her, reaching over to caress Luta’s little head then Thora’s shoulder, “I think it’s the other way around, but I’m grateful for your generosity.”

They both seem happy with you and as lovely as they are, you can’t spend all day here in their comfy little home.

Armod is paid really well and that’s reflected more in their belongings as opposed to the size of their house.

Very neat and high quality furniture and gadgets display their wealth though compared to the one you inherited and the one you married into, it’s just a fraction.

Armod and Thora's wealth lies in their love and family.

As they stand there, the ache in your chest begins to get unbearable so, you quickly tell them goodbye and you walk back up to the palace.

Armod's home is situated within the grounds of your New Asgardian dwelling. Smallish cottages that line the inner stone and vibranium wall are filled with staff who living close by makes it easier to work here.

If they lived outside of the palace walls, you'd have needed Armod's services to visit his own house. Luckily, in this way, you can visit some of your people without the need for fanfare.

You like not having to dress up.

As you slip into the garden and move for the large heavy door that Thor had shown you through two months prior to propose to you out here, you smile at the sight of the only person who hates it when you don't wear a dress, or at the very least a skirt.

This isn't of course because he wants to have you he all wrapped up in tight dresses and uncomfortable, but rather it makes certain activities just a little more difficult in rushed moments.

Thor's smile widens as he spots you, shutting the door behind you before you put your hands behind your back.

"There you are, I've been looking for you," Thor says.

He looks so good in dark jeans and a slightly loose tan t-shirt. The round neck gives just the slightest peek at his trapezius and you force yourself to keep your eyes on his beautiful face instead of the way his biceps strain against his sleeves.

Fuck he looks good.

"Looks like you've found me. What did you need?"

"Where were you?" He wonders, putting his own hands behind his back to copy your stance.

"Is it curiosity, suspicion, or control making you ask?"

"Interest. And because I missed you and if I have an hour free again, I'd like to spend it with you."

Damn him.

"Well, shoot," you scoff.

He quirks his head inquisitively and you smile wide at the sight of your puppy. How can he be so damn hot and cute at the same time?

"That was the perfect response. But, an hour?" Quick glance down at your watch reveals it's too early for lunch. "I thought we were meeting for lunch at eleven?"

Thor’s smile falters and he nods slowly, looking at your collarbone instead of your eyes.

"About that…"

"Oh, shit. What?"

"I'm leaving in about twenty minutes," Thor confesses, bringing his hands back to his front to fidget.

"Twenty minutes? But you said an hour!"

"And I spent forty minutes looking for you, cherub. That leaves me with twenty."

He closes the distance between you, tracing the length of your arms to your wrists and then pulls your hands out from behind your back.

"And leaving? Where are you going?"

The pout that overtakes you feels inevitable. You can't even attempt to hide it.

"The Warriors Three have reported in. Sif says that they are ready for inspection so I must go and see each outpost's condition before I can deem them proper watch towers to guard against the threat that Loki has foreseen.

"Heimdall says he is in agreement. Whatever it is that is coming, it's hiding itself from his sight which should be impossible. I must go, love. I'm sorry."

He really does sound and look apologetic too.

"And...I won't be home until possibly very late. Nearly morning I think," he tells you, voice low.

For two long moments the two of you stand there, minds whirring until they both reach the same realization.

It's Thor that voices it first and he nearly kills you with how much you want to swoon, "You know, this will be the first night since we've been engaged that I won't be sleeping beside you."

Your pout only grows more pronounced.

"Will you be lonely without me?"

All of the insecurities he's felt since marrying suddenly come pouring out of him in that one singular question and you can suddenly see all of the fear and strife he has been dealing with since he chose to marry you.

Like you, he's been wondering whether you're happy in your new married life. He's been worried about you in your role as Queen but worried for you, not whether you can do the job as you have been fretting.

You sigh, a heavy release of your own tension, "Oh, Thor…"

Hooking your hand behind his neck you pull him down until you can kiss him.

His response is ready, eager. Hands funding your hips as he pushes you back until you're shoved into the small space between one pillar and the wall it supports.

You're both very aware of the loss of activity this night will also bring, but maybe a rest is due.

Pulling back, you place your hands on his chest and give him a little push. He stops his kissing, licking his lips as he leans back to fix you with his star-eyed gaze.

"Maybe this is a good thing? We've been trying so hard to get pregnant for two months and my last test was negative. Maybe what we need is a break?"

Thor blinks, considering your words but then he shakes his head.

"Is that the only reason you've been laying with me night after night? To be with child?"

He almost sounds hurt by the idea and you hurry to reassure him.

"No! Of course not, Thor. I...being with you intimately is one of the best things about my adult life that I never knew I wanted or needed. It feel so good to be with you. Sometimes I can't believe that you want me.

"You're this perfect God, desired by millions. Billions even. And I'm-"

"Let me stop you there, cherub. If you are ever in any doubt as to how you affect me-mind, body, and soul-" He reaches down between your bodies, unbuttons his jeans and lowers his zipper.

"Thor!" You gasp quietly, peeking around at both ends of the long secluded hallway.

"No one will see us," he whispers, seductive and deep.

He's right though. Especially here where the pillar meets the wall, a tight corner where he's got you trapped. Right where you want to be.

He takes your hand and pushes his pants down a bit until he's exposed, erect, and throbbing.

As you wrap your fingers around him, he purrs and after another lick of his lips, he flies into a frenzy that you match with your own fervor.

It has to happen fast and before you know it he's inside, thrusting up into you as he holds your right leg up around his waist.

Neither of you have any words, only heavy breathing. A gasp. A grunt. Mewling moans that rise from your throat which he quickly silences with a finger pressed gently to your lips.

"Shh, my cherub," he urges.

Even if no one ever comes down here. The sound of the Queen making these noises would surely draw someone's attention.

"I'm coming…" you whimper, hands vices around the fabric of his shirt.

Thor groans again then mashes his lips against your own, thrusting faster and smoother. Like silk on skin he fills you up and as you grip his cock, twitching around him, he empties into you.

He coats you with his heat, caressing the curves of your body as he continues to kiss you with slow and deliberate passion.

"We aren't missing a day," he declares.

As the two of you recover, a voice from the far end of the hall interrupts.

"Thor, we must go if you're to be back by morning."

For a moment your heart leaps into your throat. Loki’s voice is knowing. He clearly gets what you two were doing.

You peek over Thor’s shoulder but don't see Loki anywhere. He's got the sense to give you two your privacy and stay out of sight.

"I'll be right there," Thor says, leaning in to kiss your lips slow. "Don't worry, he's discreet."

Thor helps you get dressed again, blocking your body from sight even though he knows no one is looking.

When you're both decent again, he takes your arm in his and leads you out into the main hall where Loki stands by the large doors pacing.

As he spots the two of you, he gives no indication that he heard or saw any of what happened down in the garden hallway.

"You two look...refreshed," Loki says pointedly.

"Brother, do not tease Her Majesty the Queen. She's already fretting."

Thor adjusts his arm to wrap around your shoulder and gives you a quick squeeze as you glare at Loki.

"Of course, you're right. I'm sorry, Y/N."

Loki gives you quick polite bow, then a mischievous smile curls his lips and you can see the trickster God peek through.

“I am a most avid supporter of my monarchs doing what they can to provide the kingdom with an heir, and if there is any way that I can help, I would be happy to lend my assistance.”

“Watch it, Loki,” Thor warns, only half heartedly but with the punch of genuine jealousy.

You haven’t really questioned lately whether you’re Thor’s because you are. No doubt in your mind. He has you wrapped around his finger. Hearing him assert that claim, the one on your heart and body--it drives shivers up your spine and you suddenly want him back home from his trip already.

“I only meant that I am glad to make excuses if you two wish to escape for a few hours a day,” Loki clarifies. “What did you think I meant?”

He’s teasing Thor, you can see it. That playful jabbing is routine and you’ve seen him do it before but you were never the tool for his poking at Thor.

“I’ll wait out front,” Loki takes his leave, shutting the large doors to the front hall with ease.

Without a word, Thor pulls you into his arms. He embraces you tightly, sighing heavily and you shut your eyes at the feel of his body wrapped around yours.

You can’t remember ever feeling so happy. So, safe? There’s something in the way it feels to have his large arms around you, a weight pressed to you but not down on you.

He’s not suffocating you or oppressing you. He’s supporting you, ducking down a little to get a better hold of you. He presses his nose against your hair and breathes in deeply.

It could just be a sigh, but if he’s anything like you, he might be trying to memorize your scent.

As your own nose is pressed into the crook of his neck, you let his own wash over you.

His unique smell brings to mind a dark cloudy sky, a field of soft overgrown grass swaying in an endless cool wind. The scent of freshly sodden earth. It’s rain and nature, with the briefest sting of ozone as the sky lights up with his immeasurably powerful lightning.

All of that runs in him and you can’t believe that you’re lucky enough to be here holding him close.

“I will be as quick as I can be,” he says, deep tone settling in your chest.

“I wish you were back already.”

You can hear him laugh, just a small huff of air before he kisses the side of your head.

“You will be so busy with the park and then so exhausted you will pass out before you even have time to miss me.”

“I miss you already, doof,” you sigh.

“Will you promise me something?” he asks, pushing you back to meet your eyes.

“Anything,” you promise.

“Will you stay in the palace for me? I-I know that you were supposed to go down to the park to walk the new pathways and tree markers but I would feel much better about leaving you if I know that you’ll be here, safe.”

“You said there was nothing about this threat to worry about?”

Suddenly, a fear begins to grow in your belly. It twists it in knots and makes you nervous. Like if your marriage and all of this confidence you’ve found in yourself as Queen of New Asgard has been snuffed out, you feel like the nobody who sat in her room writing stories of lives you would never live.

“There isn’t, cherub. Not that we can tell. But we don’t understand it. With Stark and Banner having had delays in coming to install their extra measures of security, I was hoping that this inspection could wait until they had finished whatever business it was that drew them to Wakanda, but Steve says he is not sure how long they will be there.

“And until they can come, I--I cannot stand the thought of something happening to you, that’s all.”

Thor hooks his hand behind your neck, caressing your cheek as he ducks his head and gives you a reassuring smile.

Inside you’re at war with yourself. On the one hand, if he’s this scared, this threat is more serious than any of them are making this out to be.

On the other hand, Thor is so convincing in his words. You can clearly see the worry he has for you, for your safety. The tight hand on your hip tells you that he does indeed have some fear, but his gaze tells you that his favor is for his peace of mind.

So, you nod.

“Yes,” you give in. “I’ll stay here. I can work on the plans from my room and I have a lot of studying to do about the Valkyrie anyway.”

“Thank you,” Thor physically relaxes, his shoulders falling as a teeny bit of weight comes off them. “I will be as quick as I can be and then I will be here with you again and we can resume trying for that baby.”

“Thor about that,” you begin, licking your lips and wondering if he’ll even understand where you’re coming from. “I think maybe-?”

“Thor, I’m really very sorry. Y/N, if we don’t leave now we might have to extend the inspections until the day after tomorrow. Volstagg has to leave the planet for a short visit with his kin and cannot miss his window to do so.”

Thor stands taller, disapproving of the interruption, but he knows better and he leans down to kiss you.

“Can we continue this conversation when I return?”

You kiss him back as he leans down for another and nod when he pulls away, “Of course, Thor. Go. Hurry back.”

He gives you one more kiss, this one lingering before he presses in on your lips a little harder as if it pains him to pull away, then marches out the door without another look back.

The heavy doors close with a loud clatter and you’re left in the empty hall feeling strangely out of place.

You take your time getting up to your room. The bed looks huge without Thor sitting on its edge, pulling his shoes on in the morning with a groan of complaint at having to leave you so early.

His mornings are always full of rolling back into bed to cuddle you for a few more minutes before he has to go.

This morning feels like ages ago and maybe it’s because this really is the first time the two of you have been separated since before your wedding, but you miss him so much already and it’s only been minutes.

There’s a rush of air from the balcony, so strong it pulls your attention, but the smell that entices you has you running for the open door.

Through the rippling flowing curtains you see Thor in full armor, gold and black, his right hand wrapped around his hammer.

He opens his left arm for you as you reach him, pulling you right up against his body as he meets your lips sweetly.

“Mmm,” he mumbles.

“Why are you here? You’re supposed to be gone!”

You gasp, hands pressed to his chest as your heart pounds hard.

“Just one more kiss,” he simpers. “This is truly much harder than I thought it would be.”

“It’s only a few hours,” you tease, but you’re so ecstatic that you weren’t the only one feeling that ache.

“Too many,” Thor sighs.

“Then kiss me, and go. The sooner you’re gone the sooner you’ll be back.”

He obeys, and kisses you only less sweetly and with the passion to leave you wanting more.

He leaves you in a second rush of air leaving the smell of coming rain in his wake.

“Well, that was dramatic.” A voice interrupts from within your room. “You’d think he was going off to war.”

Moving inside, you find Hilde strewn across the chaise at the end of your bed, crystal bottle sloshing with brown liquid in her hand.

“Give us a break, it’s been nearly two and a half months since we’ve been separated.”

“Two and a half months is but a split second in time for us,” Hilde explains.

Her words give you pause and then the ache in your heart is hard to keep from spilling onto your face.

Hilde notices and quickly sits back up, “Your Majesty, I didn’t meant-”

“It’s alright. Really. It’s okay.”

With a quick smile at her you move to sit at your desk and put your feeble mortality out of your mind.

It’s not something you like to think on, and you’ve been good at forgetting about not only the significant age difference between you and Thor but also how fast you’ll age in your marriage and Thor will pretty much look the same as he does now.

Pulling over the large binder with the park plans, you reach for your phone to dial up Edgar, New Asgard’s senior construction manager and explain to him that you won’t be making your appointment for that afternoon.

“Good morning, Edgar. Yes, I’m doing well, thanks. I just wanted to give you a heads up that I won’t be able to walk the park today. Yeah. Thor has gone with Loki to attend to some things and won’t be back until early in the morning and I’ve had to take over a few things here in the palace. I’m so sorry, I hope you can forgive me.”

Edgar is all politeness and eagerness to please you and Thor. Like the rest of his people, they look up to the God of Thunder and for some reason, they’ve accepted you into their hearts openly.

“We should reschedule. Let me know when you can walk the grounds with me and I’ll-” You stop and listen to him assure you that he’s available at your convenience. “I appreciate that. I’ll give you a call tomorrow and we can set something up for later this week. Thank you, Edgar. Okay, bye.”

“It’s really not necessary to call him and tell him all that, you know? Just tell him you want to reschedule and he’ll do what you want.”

“I know, but that feels weird to do. I can’t just order him around. What if he had something special to do later in the week and me moving the appointment affects that?”

You throw open the binder and the map of the planned park. Already you and Edgar have marked it all up with red scribbles where things would need to be changed. You’d wanted a man made lake in the center, but you’ll have to settle for a small pond in one of the corners until more land can be leveled for a lake.

Several of the trees you’d wanted are not available so you’ve had to get new ones there too.

Every bit of this park has been selected by you from the type of grass, the stones in the pathways, to the wildflowers planted in the flower beds.

The responsibility of giving your people a space that they can love and appreciate stresses you out from time to time though you’ve pretty much accepted the weight of your crown.

Without another word, you go to work and Hilde, who you assume is here to be your personal bodyguard while Thor is out, gets up and presses a small button hidden underneath a small steel panel the size of Thor’s large palm.

She moves back over to the small breakfast table where you and Thor enjoy your first meal of the day in private, and sits back to wait patiently. Her bottle with drink has been abandoned on the chaise, now empty.

As your mind begins to focus on your work, you register Hilde telling Estrid to send for food and drinks.

“And make sure they bring her Majesty’s favorite snacks so that she can eat while she works. I’m sure she’s been neglecting her meals all day,” Hilde knows.

Time passes without you realizing and you do appreciate the small munchies that are brought and placed on the edge of the desk.

You eat without thinking and soon the plate is empty, wrappers littering the top right corner of your workspace as well as the floor below.

“Shit, what time is it?” You crane your neck around to look for Hilde and find the room empty.

Pulling your phone close you click the screen on to see that it’s just before dinner and Hilde is probably waiting for you down in the dining room.

You don’t bother changing much of your clothes. You slip out of your jeans and shirt and quickly pull a simple cotton dress on.

It’s customary to dress up for dinner a bit but without Thor here, you put in minimal effort and the burnt orange cotton dress is relaxed enough to let you breathe but nice looking enough to be presentable.

You’re tying the sash around your waist to heighten your curves as you make your way down the two floors to the dining room and fixing the wrists of your long loose cinched sleeves when you reach the hallway and look up only to gasp as Hilde stops right in front of you looking frazzled.

“Hey, what-?”

“I need you to know that he didn’t know about this. If he did, he would have warned you-us. I also don’t think he thought he’d be out when they came.”

She’s so stressed that you reach out to grab hold of her arms and smile through your confusion.

“Hilde, what are you talking about? Who’s here?”

You receive your answer only too quickly, “Is that you, Cherub? Queen of New Asgard?”

The snark is brief but familiar and you don’t need further explanation to know who you’ll see behind Hilde.

She steps aside to reveal Tony Stark, moving towards you a few steps until he’s standing right in front of you.

He bows.

“Oh, shit, please don’t do that,” you gasp, embarrassed.

Tony smirks, “Gotta follow the rules, Your Majesty.”

“Please, Tony. Just my name is fine,” you plead. “Really, I can’t bear anything else.”

“Queen’s orders?” he teases.

You genuinely chuckle, rolling your eyes before finally noticing his extended hand. Taking it, he lifts it to his lips to give you a quick polite kiss, then gently drops it.

“Thor wasn’t expecting you for another few weeks. Wasn’t there a mission? It was going to take a while?”

“My fault,” Bruce’s voice interjects.

Tony steps aside and you smile as your eyes find Bruce. He walks towards you both with his head slightly ducked, his hands held together at his front as he moves towards you nervously, wringing them.

“I kind of Hulked out and might have single handedly taken out the guys patrolling the building we were trying to get into. And then broke in through a wall and started a fire. And then sat on the mainframe of their computer system and lost us all the data we were trying to steal in the first place which cut our mission short by a few weeks.”

Bruce extends his hand and you take it, all too happy to see him again.

You’re halfway to a laugh at the chaos he seems to have caused when you notice a small head of swaying hair behind him. As your chuckle is caught in your throat, you freeze mid handshake, heart stuttering as those pretty brown eyes that have plagued a few of your nightmares meet yours.

“Jane…” you quietly gasp.

“Remember what I said?” Hilde asks, moving to stand by you.

“Oh, um…” Tony points at Jane as Bruce releases your hand and moves aside to give you full view of the pretty brunette dressed in a semi-formal pantsuit complete with thick jacket to combat the Norwegian temperatures that press in on the warmth of any home after the sun sets.

Jane is quick to give you a much better curtsy than she did the first time and then hesitantly offers you her hand, “Hello again, Your Majesty.”

“Jane has something to show Thor and well, you. Where is he, by the way?” Tony asks, giving the hallway a complete turn to see if he can spot Thor hiding behind some chair or doorway.

“Just, my name, please,” you tell Jane, giving her your hand and fighting the urge to run and shove your face into a pillow to scream in order to focus on the stronger urge of finding out why your husband’s ex-lover came all the way to your home to see him. “Thor’s out. He and Loki have gone to meet with Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun, and Sif to see how far along the outposts are.

“Does your visit have to do with the threat?” You turn back to Jane and slowly take your hand back.

“I’d really like to talk about it with both of you, if you don’t mind?” Jane explains.

“Listen,” Hilde begins, but you shake your head just a teeny bit and she stops and shuts her mouth.

“Okay, that’s fine. He won’t be back until tomorrow morning at the earliest, so join us for dinner?” With a gesture at the doors to your right, Estrid throws them open and inside is waiting a modest but still lavish feast compared to most dinners in common households. There are three main courses to choose from as well as plenty of sides to give the most picky eater options.

Even though there is plenty of food, they’re simple foods. Roast chicken, sandwiches, salad, soup, bread, rice, potatoes, and other vegetables. Lots of it, but plainly prepared.

Hilde had known you wouldn’t even really be tasting your food with Thor gone and now, you doubt you can find your appetite again to consume anything.

“Nice spread,” Tony admires, but he holds out his elbow for you and you take it.

He escorts you to your usual seat by Thor’s at the end, then pulls it out for you and as the others take to standing behind their own seats--Hilde across from you and the others wherever they’d like--they wait until you take yours before they even attempt to pull their own out.

As several younger looking men and women move in with pitches of ale and wine and water, you catch Estrid’s gaze as she whispers instructions to a much younger looking girl with very curly dark hair.

The young girl rushes off when Estrid sees you need her and gives her a small push and a quick word.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” Estrid asks, stopping beside you and silencing the others as they had begun to dig in and chatter pleasantly.

“Have three rooms made up for our guests? Make sure they want for nothing while they’re here, alright? The best rooms for Thor’s close friends.”

“Yeah, I’ll take the suite,” Tony teases, and Estrid looks flustered for a moment before she realizes that he’s joking and then with a kind and surprised smile, she gives you a curtsy and then rushes off to do as she’s been asked.

“I’m sorry if the food isn’t more…” You can’t find the word to convey what you want to say, so you leave the sentence hanging there. “If I’d known you were coming, I’d have had Cook prepare you something nicer.”

“Oh, this is wonderful,” Bruce assures you, lifting his fork laden with broccoli and chicken.

He nods and smiles, then shoves the forkful into his mouth.

“Yeah, this is good,” Tony nods, using your name which gives you a strange sense of acceptance.

It’s casual, the way he says it. It’s like he really has welcomed you into his circle after your visit with them during your honeymoon.

“We can’t all have lobster every night. Bruce is allergic.”

“What?” Bruce asks, slightly stunned. “Me? I’m not…”

“Aren’t you?” Tony asks.

“No,” Bruce shakes his head, flabbergasted.

“How come you didn’t want to eat those Lobsters on Fourth of July then?” Tony demands, dropping his hand so that his fork clinks against the side of his plate.

He’s starting to look upset.

“You bought the box off some guy standing at the mouth of the alley where we were catching arms smugglers!”

“What’s your point?” Tony demands.

As their banter flows, you keep a pleasant and appropriately amused smile trained on the pair of them but you have one eye fixed on Jane and carefully you take a few hurried looks at her. Admiring the way her hair falls softly against her shoulders and the way she eats with poise and why the hell did she have to come in person?

Hasn’t she ever heard of fucking e-mail?!

[samwilsonshandsandass]

Somewhere Safe Chapter 1

Somewhere Safe Chapter 1

Pairing: soft!dark!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You wake up somewhere you don’t know and there’s someone in the room with you, who you don’t know. What will happen?

Series and chapter warnings: Non-sexual dubcon/noncon, kidnapping, abduction, ddlg undertones, Stockholm syndrome

Word count: ~2000

You heard something that could be taken for mumbled English, but you weren’t sure. You tried opening your eyes and after some tries, they opened. You couldn’t move your head. That was the first thing you noticed of your body.

“Ugh” You moaned, trying to make sense of that dizzy feeling in your head.

“So, you are awake” You heard a male voice say. It came from the foot of whatever you were laying on, in the left corner. You could see that much when you moved your eyes.

“What?”

“You already drifted in and out of consciousness a few times. Seems like the sedative is finally wearing off” The voice explained.

“Sedative?” You mumbled.

“Yes. I had to get you here somehow.”

“Where am I?” Your voice was slurred.

“Somewhere safe.”

All of this didn’t make sense. It couldn’t. This all had to be some weird nightmare; you’d just like to know what the hell your brain was trying to work through in your sleep.

You closed your eyes and slowly, everything went black.

Some time later, you woke up again.

“I hope, you stay awake this time” The same voice came from the same place with the same volume as before. Quieter, it added: “Shit, I think I overdosed her a little.”

You didn’t answer, instead you focused on feeling something. Or moving something except your eyes.

‘Start with your toes. Or your fingers’ You thought. And you could. But those body parts were about as much as you could move.

“You can move your fingers! That’s good” The voice sounded glad and not threatening but it made you jump. He could see that little movement under the soft blanket that had been put over you.

He took a bottle of water and asked: “Are you thirsty? Don’t worry, I didn’t spike it.”

Could you trust this person? He admitted to sedating you, apparently even overdosing you and brought you to wherever the hell you were. But your throat hurt, and even the unspoken promise of water was enough to make you nod.

He stood up and walked over to you and you could see him for the first time. He was tall, muscular, had longer brown hair and blue eyes.

“I’ll help you move into a sitting position, okay? And when your back is upright, you lean against my arm. Got it?”

When you mumbled an “Okay”, he reached below the blanket to hook his left arm behind your knees and put his right hand on your back to steady you and move you into position. Moving you, the blanket slipped down a bit and you were surprised to see you were still in your own pajamas.

He sat down on your left side and reached for a small bottle. His hand engulfed the bottom of it and he put his thumb on the body of it. His thumb seemed to reflect a little in the dim light of the room, and suddenly there was a low whirring sound.

Then, both things were gone and you didn’t know if you imagined them or not.

Meanwhile, the man put the bottle to your lips and tilted it, until slowly, water flowed into your mouth. It felt heavenly. Like a cold, clear mountain spring.

“Slowly, slowly. Don’t want you to choke” You could hear a smile in his voice.

After two gulps, you pulled back, and in the process some water dribbled on your chin. He put the bottle back and dried your chin off with his shirt sleeve.

“Thank you” You whispered, and that was when you heard it again. As he moved his arm, to put the bottle back, the whirring sound was back.

He smiled at you and moved you back down to lay on your back again, head propped up by a pillow.

Back in his chair, it seemed to be a high-backed armchair, he started to talk.

“Now that you’re really conscious, we can start. I’m Bucky, but you will either call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’. If you don’t, you’ll be punished. You obey me and do something or stop doing something when I tell you to. Understood?”

You nodded weakly. What other choice did you have? Appeasing him was probably the fastest way to get you out of wherever you were. Or at least get you some concessions.

“Answer me with words, and title please.” Bucky looked sternly at you.

“Yes… Sir.”

“Good girl. I will bring you food and water at set times. Breakfast will be at 7am, lunch at 12am and dinner at 6pm. You will get some snacks in the afternoon. Every two hours, I will bring you water. Breakfast will be something smaller, just to get you going and without coffee. So, say goodbye to your favorite caffeinated beverage. The day before you came here was the last day with coffee for you.”

You didn’t know how to react. On one hand, that sounded okay and reasonable. Like he cared for you. And that was the weird thing. But on the other hand, he had kidnapped you.

“That’s the first part. On to the next. You’ll live in this room until I’m sure you can follow rules. Next to this room is a bathroom. I’ll bathe you and wash your hair when necessary. I will also choose your clothes. Again, if you show me you can follow rules, you’ll have a say in what you wear. Although even then, you may only pick something of the clothes in the wardrobe. You hear me?”

You were frozen. He would bathe you? What did he mean by that? Did he mean everywhere? You didn’t know this man!

“What?” You squeaked.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean by ‘bathing’? Will you… will you touch me? There?”

“Yes, although not like that. Only to clean you up. You don’t have to fear anything. I’ll never touch you like that without your consent.”

He seemed honest. Still, you’d only believe that when, or if, it should, and probably would, happen.

“Okay?” His voice was softer.

Was his voice softer now? Or did you imagine that, because you hoped for it to be?

You nodded.

“Good” He smiled.

Silence now stretched into the room.

“Are you hungry?” Bucky asked. “I got something here, if you want.”

“I’m not hungry” You whispered. Putting some defiance in your voice, you added: “And I won’t eat anything while I’m here!”

“As you wish. And believe me, when I say you will eat. I don’t care how long it’ll take, but you will eat.”

He stood up and made for the door. “I’ll leave you to it. Oh, and bed time is at 9pm.”

With that, he left. And you didn’t know what to do. Yes, now you could move your entire body, but there was literally nothing you could do. You could walk around the room and then the bathroom and that was about it. Maybe you could look at the room closer? At least that would be something to do.

You slowly stood up and looked around. The bed you had been on was a queen size. It was entirely in light pink. The cushions, you didn’t count them, there were so many, were in different colors of pink and some white thrown in. They still had the imprint of Bucky’s back on them from when he had sat you up so you could drink something. The headboard was light pink velvet with a dark pink pattern on it and a canopy on it.

On the left side of the wall opposite the headboard was that high-backed arm chair in yellow, with a side table and next to it a tall book shelf. It was empty. On the other side of the wall was a slightly ajar door. That was most likely the bathroom door. Between the door and the shelf were two wardrobes that had a vanity between them. The wardrobes were empty as well. What kinda clothes would he put in there?

Anything that wasn’t some kind of cloth was white wood.

The door left of the bed was closed. That had to be the door through which you could, in theory, get out. Even if you managed that, you’d probably have to get through a house or at least a flat and then who knew what kind of surroundings for who knew how long.

Still, you tried the door handle. No luck. Defeated, you flopped back down on the bed.

---

Later, you didn’t know how much time later since there were no clocks in the room, which was no doubt deliberately, Bucky appeared again. He carried a tray. You could see a glass water on it, some pancakes and a syrup bottle.

“It’s dinner time” He smiled and set everything down.

So, it was 7pm on the first day you were awake. You vowed to remember that. Maybe keeping tabs on this structure would help you keep sane, for you to stay yourself.

“Scoot over here and you can have something to eat.”

You did, your tummy had been rumbling since he left you alone.

Now near the corner of the bed, you reached for the cutlery to cut up the pancakes. Before you could grasp it, both of Bucky’s hands grabbed it and that’s when you saw it. He didn��t exactly hide it but apparently you had been too distracted and sedated to really notice it before. The hand grasping the knife was human. The hand grasping the fork had human form, but it was made of metal.

“You’re not allowed to use cutlery. I said you’d have something to eat. Not that you could fed yourself.”

“Sorry” You mumbled, your eyes glued to his metal hand.

“’Sorry’ what?”

“Sorry, Sir.” Still, your eyes were glued to his metal hand. There was just one question swirling in your head but how would he react to you asking a question without him saying something beforehand? And then such an invasive question?

“Thank you. And I’m sure you know it’s rude to stare. Ask.”

Your head snapped up.

“I… uhm, what- what happened to your hand?” You whispered.

“My whole arm actually” He shrugged and your eyes went wide. “Something bad. That’s all you need to know, but this prosthetic is a good replacement.”

Your mouth formed an “Oh”.

“Now, pancakes?” He asked and cut them up and drizzled syrup over them.

You nodded timidly. You still didn’t know what to make of all this.

The pancakes actually tasted good. You had to wait for him to feed you every small bite. If that was what it took to get some nutrition, you could play along with whatever this was.

When you were done eating, Bucky softly wiped the corners of your mouth and chin with a napkin although you were sure nothing had drizzled down and that action hadn’t been necessary.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl” He smiled. “I’ll come back when it’s time for bed.”

You nodded, and Bucky left.

---

It had to be 9pm, or around that time, because the door on the left opened and in came Bucky with a book and a glass of milk.

“I’ll read you a story and you’ll drink your milk, how’s that sound?”

You smiled to appease him.

Bucky propped himself up against the headboard and beckoned you over to him, to sit between his legs and lean against his chest. You hesitated.

“C’mere. I don’t bite.”

You went over to him and accepted the glass of milk he gave you. It was warm and tasted sweet. He must have put honey in it.

Bucky started to read the book. It was some generic fairytale and not even that long, but you felt yourself being lulled to sleep by his voice, the warmth of his body around you and the warm milk.

Your eyes fell close and your last thought before you fell asleep was how until now he had fed you, gave you water, didn’t touch you in any way you didn’t want. And yet, all this had only happened because he had abducted you.

You slept like a log and didn’t notice Bucky slipping out of the bed nor him stroking your head before he left the room.

[mqgriett]

Hunter- Senator?

Requested by @shadow-hyder ! Thank you so so much for the request :)))))

Prompt: “You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Hunter is wee bit jealous when the target gets too close to you. 

Note: I’m so sorry if this is rushed, school is kicking my ass

You methodically twirled your hair between your fingers, making it seem as if it was just for fun as you listened to the story being told. Little did the man in front of you know, it was a signal to Hunter that it was almost time for him to make his move. 

“And then the ship crashes.” Bardu Kevol said, making an explosion with his hands. 

You giggled, “wow. You’re so brave.” you playfully pushed his shoulder back, biting your lip in the process. Maker, this man was boring- but it was your job to distract him just until Tech had gotten the safe open to retrieve the item that had been stolen.

The Naboo Gala wasn’t the ideal place for a heist, but the Bad Batch had to make it work. When General Kenobi commed in to say that an arms dealer had stolen his lightsaber, your team was prepared to do whatever it took. The scenery made this mission slightly more bearable, but you didn’t know how much longer you could up the dumb-blonde act, your tight dress making it exponentially difficult to breathe as the night went on. 

Kevol leaned forward, placing a hand on your exposed knee as he spoke, “well this has been one of the most enjoyable nights I’ve had in a long time.” he said, waving the bartender over. He immediately ordered two more shots of Mustafarian liquor and slid one of the small black cups to you. As he tilted his head back you did the same, only you poured the liquid behind you instead of actually drinking it. 

You made a sour face, mimicking the expression someone would have after downing a shot. Wrecker was sitting behind you and quickly dropped a rag on the ground to conceal the disposed liquid, allowing the cloth napkin to absorb the alcohol before picking it back up and setting it on his lap. 

“You know I’m shocked that we haven’t met before, where were you from?” Bardu questioned, his hand slowly making its way up your bare thigh. He thumbed a piece of your dress, rubbing the dark green fabric between his grubby fingers. 

Batting your eyelashes, “Coruscant.” you said and placed your hand on top of his in an attempt to keep him from moving anymore up your leg. The ballroom was crowded with people, so you knew he wouldn’t dare to try anything. The feeling just made you uncomfortable, his hand slightly moist. 

Hunter watched from the corner of the room, his eyes trained on you as you worked your magic on this buffoon across from you. He brought two fingers to his ear, pressing down, “What’s the status of that safe, Tech?” 

A few seconds later Tech’s voice responded, “got it.” 

Crosshair chimed in, “get ‘er outta there Sarg, he’s going in for a kiss.” The sniper was situated inside of an air vent, scope aiming right for Kevok’s head just for good measure. 

The sergeant of Clone Force 99 made a beeline for you, and was just in time too. Truth be told he had no kriffing idea on what he would say, but he couldn’t stomach the thought of the lips of that nerfherder touching yours. 

He used his shoulder to wedge his way between Bardu and you, his back facing the arms dealer. Hunter put a small smirk on his face, enjoying being only inches from your body, “You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair. 

You raised an eyebrow, knowing that that was not what he was supposed to say when he came over here. The plan was thrown out the window now, and all you could do was play along, “my apologies, Senator.” 

Kevok peered over Hunter’s shoulder, looking down at you, “Senator?” he questioned. 

Pushing Hunter aside, you smiled sweetly, “Did I forget already, oh silly me.” You hooked your arm within his and stood up, nudging for him to make the next move. 

“I am Senator Luntrao of Bardotta.” he said cooly, “and this beautiful lady promised me a dance before the night ended.” 

You tried not to let your surprise show on your face, and laughed through clenched teeth as he bowed towards the arms dealer. “This has been such a pleasant evening, Mr. Kevok. I hope to meet with you again soon.” you said kindly, turning on your heels and preparing to leave before Bardu could object. 

Once you were no longer within ear-shot of him you relaxed, bringing your free hand to your tonsils and gently massaging them, “Maker it’s difficult to keep that tone of voice. My throat is killing me. My feet are crinking killing me.” you coughed, starting to veer left to leave the Gala. 

The more you pulled to the left the more Hunter tugged you to the right, earning him a confused expression from you since the dance floor was to the right. You cleared your throat, “Senator, we should be leaving.” 

“My apologies m’lady,” he said sarcastically, “but I still fully intend on getting that dance.” Hunter couldn’t even hide his smile at this point, very happy to take any opportunity alone with you and run with it. He was practically drinking in your appearance due to how gorgeous you looked in your long green dress. It hugged every curve, two slits up the thighs to show off your toned legs. He had been the one to pick it out and subconsciously patted himself on the back for it. 

You didn’t object, despite your feet throbbing from the tall heels. Any moment alone with Hunter was a blessing, especially since you had been going on mission after mission and hardly got to see each other. Another bonus was the way his all-black suit fit him, the buttons on his shirt almost popping off of his broad chest. 

Were you dating? No. Was it obvious you two had feelings for each other? Terribly.

Beautiful classical music filled the room as Hunter unhooked your arms, using that same arm to reach out to you with his palm facing the ceiling and his other hand bent behind his back. You rolled your eyes at his over dramatic entrance, placing your fingers on his palm. He lifted it in the hair, thumb folding over your knuckles as his other arms snaked around your waist and pulled you into him. 

You started off in a regular waltz, moving in slow circles and occasionally spinning. Hunter’s eyes never left yours, completely entranced with the moment. As the music sped up he lifted his arm up in the air, allowing you to swiftly turn until you were back in his grip. Your dress fluttered as you spun, a nice breeze of air following. 

Hunter moved his hands to your waist and you placed yours on his forearms. He effortlessly lifted you off the ground, moving in a quick circle before setting you back on the floor. You traced your fingers along his torso while walking around him and he gazed at you with loving eyes once you were in his view again. 

The music slowed and so did the two of you, Hunter pressing your chests together and placing his chin atop yours. You sighed longingly, closing your eyes and simply listening to his heartbeat as you calmly swayed from side to side. A small whisper escaped your mouth, “I love you.” 

He let out a long breath of air, moving his right hand under your chin and tipping it up. “I absolutely adore you.” he said softly, eye twinkling from the chandelier. 

“Dank Farrik will you two just kiss already?” came Wrecker’s loud voice over the comms. 

Hunter rolled his eyes, dipping you as low as he could without drawing too much attention. He brushed your hair behind your ear, running his thumb along your bottom lip as you cupped his cheek. He craned his neck down, gently pressing your lips together. 

If time had permitted, he could have stayed there with you forever.