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byeol-ssi · 2 years

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Byeol~ I hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are!! You can do this when you're not busy, but I wanted to make a drabble request with the "there's only one bed" prompt with Ayato and Childe <33 I'm stuck between Diluc and Scaramouche (since your characterization for them is to die for) so you can choose whoever you like more for the last. Thank you so much and have a good time!

underneath twilight ♡ part one

✦ ayato. childe. diluc. scaramouche. x gn!reader | part two.

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW) + various tropes.

ayato *. ⋆ lord and employee relationship

your eyes bounce between the extravagant king-sized bed and sofa. immediately, you make a beeline for the latter and promptly sit down on it.

as you fluff the cushions on the sofa, AYATO's shadow casts over where you are. aside from his clean, familiar scent that was enough to scramble your brain whenever it enveloped you, he was the only other person in the room.

the room he insisted you stay in — reasoning that it was reckless for you to sleep with the other male housekeepers, and that no one would wait on him.

wasn't it the same though, staying in the same room as him? you wanted to question, but refrained, biting your tongue instead. he'd most likely find another way to have the last word. he always did.

you look up at him, folding your hands in your lap and offering him a polite bow. "i bid you goodnight, milord. please do not hesitate to wake me if you require anything."

ayato hums, tilting his head in your direction playfully, before elegantly taking a seat next to you. he crosses his legs, blatantly making himself comfortable.

you blink dumbly. what was he up to now? squirming slightly under his gaze, you cautiously approach, "my lord?"

"go ahead. sleep," he taunts airily. his voice drops an octave lower when he follows his challenge with, "i'll move you to the bed once you do."

your stomach knots furiously, and it only worsens when he leans in abruptly. the commissioner seemed to have no concept of personal space, as he always lingered a little too close — never at a distance that could allow you to form coherent thoughts.

the only problem was, you didn't mind this as much as you should have.

"is that what you were hoping for?" he asks, tone changing from teasing to innocent so startlingly it almost gave you whiplash.

but after working alongside him for several years, you knew that ayato was never innocent — no matter how much he tried to hide it behind an innocuous facade composed of eloquence, grace, and close-lipped smiles.

"i wouldn't dare!" you refute a tad too late. and with the cheery grin on his face, he knows you had considered it. sputtering out, "i could not possibly allow you to sleep here!"

"i never mentioned that i would." he stands up, finally giving you a chance to breathe again, and makes a show of clambering into bed. laying on his side, his eyes shone with a gleam you were all-too-familiar with. "i'll stay right here. beside you."

the long whoosh of air that gets knocked out of you a second time leaves you speechless, and all you could do was stare at him, open-mouthed, from where you sat.

when you don't move, ayato sighs. "would you rather i turn this into an order?" he says it good-naturedly, though you knew firsthand that he'd make do with this threat. "i will not lay a hand on you. quite frankly, i cannot be bothered with the paperwork if you do report me for harassment."

and even though ayato was never innocent, he's never placed you in harm's way. so, you slowly make your way to the bed with your back against the wall, arms slightly raised in apprehension.

still, you wonder if you could get away with strangling him in his sleep. you're pretty sure you'd be doing everyone a favor. perhaps a generous reward awaits you from guuji yae.

ayato only tracks your figure with a lazy, amused smile. like a fox waiting for its prey.

eventually, you find yourself under the covers. exhausted from today's activities and not wanting to deal with the man next to you, you fall asleep rather quickly after a murmured goodnight.

propping his head in his fist, he gingerly pulls the blanket closer below your chin. his hand lingers there for a second, thinking about how easily you'd fallen into his whims.

his hand trails down to your jawline, tracing it as you slept. his heart is barely beating when a content sigh leaves your lips, feeling as if he could stay in this moment forever.

in this moment, where you felt within his reach. and although you always were, given your occupation, tonight felt like he was hanging by a thin thread — suspended in time.

a place where status did not matter. a place where he did not have to mind prying eyes, and meddlesome mouths. a place where, even while you were asleep, his touch could cause you such contentment.

and that was enough for him.

for now, at least.

childe *. ⋆ childhood friends to lovers

"leave that for tomorrow," CHILDE complains, calling out to you from the other side of the room.

"i know, i know," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you finally switch the lights close. "'m coming."

it's almost pitch-black, and the cool weight of evening and fatigue fall on your shoulders. only silhouettes dance within the shadows as you maneuver in the dark to locate your bed.

your knees hit the edge of its frame, and you pat the surface blindly. childe lets out a small grunt, "that was my stomach," he all but wheezes.

"sorry," you snickered, not sounding a bit apologetic.

childe coming over to sleep was nothing new. the two of you were inseparable when you were younger, and you shared many other things besides a bed growing up.

that is until he disappeared from your life for quite a while, and this little sleepover would mark the first time in a long time again.

though not much has truly changed.

he's still insisted that you take the side that's right next to the wall, with him closest to the door. he explained that he'd be able to protect you much more quickly if ever someone intruded.

and like before, you're always the last to come to bed, so you always find yourself crawling over him to get to your spot.

but the passage of time does not keep everything the same. it's inevitable — something that goes by unnoticed when you don't pay attention. not until the shifts are right in front of you.

because now, you've forgotten that childe's taller. much broader. and before you realize it, you clumsily fall over half of his body. he lets out a second grunt that night, and with a strength you don't recall he possessed before, he keeps you there by draping an arm over your hip.

you strain your head up to look at him, the tip of your nose brushing his neck. this too, seemed like a new development. one you weren't overly opposed to. hesitantly, you whisper, "childe ... ?"

"stay there," he mumbles, releasing you momentarily to fix your positions and the blanket over both of you. you bury your face in his neck as he holds you in an attempt to become snug.

"good?" he asks quietly. his fingers thread in your hair, featherlight touches as they dance atop your scalp.

you hum an affirmative reply, clinging to his shirt just a little more.

"good." there's a fond lilt in his voice, and you knew that he'd probably give you shit about this tomorrow morning, but you couldn't help it.

despite the changes, despite all the years that passed, he still felt warm and familiar. solid and safe.

"i didn't know you missed me this much," he teases. apparently, he couldn't wait until tomorrow.

"i did," you admit, and childe is partly taken aback, not expecting you to humor him with blunt honesty. "more than you know."

the arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer to his side. feigning his laid-back demeanor, he easily replies with, "oh, i know."

you huff, managing a retort despite your weariness. "you're so annoying."

he laughs, and you feel his entire upper body shake. his hand goes to your upper arm, rubbing it up and down mindlessly. "but you love me."

"i do," you whisper. the confession is so delicate — so raw — that his hand stills in their movements while sleep drags you deeper into its hold. "more than you know."

vaguely, you feel him angle his head to look down on you. something damp presses against your forehead so lightly, that you almost believe that you were dreaming already.

but childe's lips murmur against your forehead.

"i love you more." he breathes.

diluc *. ⋆ fake dating

DILUC pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. he didn't account for how kaeya and the others would actually go this far.

it started with a straightforward proposition. a simple scheme to get elzer and kaeya off his back, but he didn't foresee this far ahead into the future, nor considered this possibility.

a future where you're both forced to share a room since you were parading around as "lovers" in mondstadt.

"i'm really sorry," you began, and diluc hates the way you sound so remorseful. this wasn't even your fault, as it was him who'd stupidly roped you into this entire predicament. "i could ask the front desk if they have another spare room, but they might find out that we separated ways."

and he hates that it's still him, his reputation, his well-being, that you were considering to the very end. "i don't care. i would much rather have you sleep comfortably instead of keeping up with this act. i can sleep on the floor or move rooms —"

"it's fine!" you blurt out. diluc opens his mouth to protest again, but you hurriedly propose, "we can share! it's just two people sleeping."

with the look on your face, diluc knew you weren't entirely convinced as well. but then you continue with forced indifference lacing your voice, "plus ... this is all just fake, right?"

an arrow pierces through his chest.

"yes," he lies, mouth going dry. the arrow's steel tip digs down a little deeper.

you nod, gifting him with a smile that's meant to reassure him, but diluc only feels dishonorable. after a while of awkwardly shuffling around one another, you feel the bed dip beside you as he finally lies down.

"should i head down and request another blanket?" diluc offers. truly, why would whoever designed this room place an enormously large bed with a single piece of cloth that was half its size?

you swallow nervously, avoiding his eye. "we could also ... share. if you don't mind."

he gives you the tiniest little nod, and before he can spark another argument about moving rooms once more, you scoot closer to his side until you're flush against him.

draping the blanket over both of you, he wonders if you could hear the hammering of his heart in this dead of night. it would be impossible for you not to.

"please sleep well." your words come out muffled from his chest, and your breathing slowly evens out.

he keeps his arm above your shoulder, afraid to wrongly touch you anywhere else.

he's aware that you've both gone too far to go back, and that you're both too terrified to move forward. and with the way he pulls you closer, presses you more tightly against him, even he can't deny that this wasn't just for warmth anymore.

because with every minute that goes by, diluc knows he can't ever let you go. not when you feel like home in his arms.

so he closes his eyes and decides that when the sun rises, he needs to make this all real, somehow.

but that was a promise for tomorrow when you both start anew.

scaramouche *. ⋆ enemies to lovers

"listen, can we please just get this over with?" you plead wearily.

SCARAMOUCHE stood by the edge of the singular bed that you were currently arguing over. exhaustion permeated the air, as today's mission was longer than most — courtesy of your assigned partner, who never failed to give you a migraine — and you definitely did not want to sleep on cold, hard ground tonight.

scaramouche closes his eyes with an irritated click of his tongue, looking as equally exhausted as you did. still, he manages to sneer and say, "and as i said, i'll be taking the bed."

you heave a sigh, massaging your temples. "no, you'll take the floor."

"i won't. do you forget your place? i carry a higher rank than you do."

"fine," you spit out bitterly. "i'll go and ask childe if i can room with him. maybe he won't be an immature ass and actually knows how to fucking share."

that's when his head snaps back to look at you again. bingo. his nostrils flare while he glowers at you — an expression you were practically immune to by now. "i can fucking share."

"see?" you scoff. archons, he was so predictable. "must you always win?"

unbeknownst to you, scaramouche lets that comment slide, distracting himself by rearranging the extra pillows into a line down the middle of the bed, splitting it in half.

because yes, when it comes to you, he'll always win. he wants — needs — to.

he gets in first, and you follow right after without any semblance of fear. it's something that's bothered him up to this very day and is responsible for the tight feeling in his chest whenever in your orbit that he's yet to name or acknowledge at all.

"stay on your fucking side or i will burn this entire place down," scaramouche warns threateningly.

you don't miss a beat when you answer just as rudely, "then we wouldn't have anywhere else to sleep, you idiot."

both of you lay there in stifling silence for a while, both staring up at the ceiling. neither of you questioned the tsaritsa's orders whenever you were forced to work together — but sleeping was a dangerous and vulnerable position to be caught in even if you were technically on the same side.

and it seemed like both of you was aware of that.

"thank you," you express quietly, clearing your throat. your words hang heavily above your head, but you carry on. "i wasn't entirely keen on sharing a room with childe. or anyone else, if i'm being truly honest."

the air shifts ever so slightly, and scaramouche stays silent for three more seconds before he can prevent himself from asking, "because?"

he feels you move to peek at him from the fortress of pillows, and he can nearly imagine the astonishment on your face. as much as he wants to witness it, he keeps his eyes stubbornly trained on the ceiling.

"oh. well, i'm simply not as comfortable with the others unlike when i'm with you," you reveal easily, lying back down.

a feeling of pride surges in his chest.

"and i'm sorry —" you begin before he cuts you off.

"it's ... fine," he responds curtly. the phrase felt so foreign on his tongue. dealing with forgiveness was never his specialty. normally, whoever slighted him never lived to see another day to apologize.

"but are you always this talkative even before you sleep?" he gripes without any real malice to it.

you let out a small, drowsy laugh, and he finds himself enamored with the sound, instead of being vexed. he doesn't fight the urge anymore and turns his head to look at you.

he's grateful he did.

it was the first time he'd seen you laugh, genuinely, without any pretense, and it filled him with another strange, unfamiliar, burst of emotion.

"only with you," you mumble softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "goodnight, idiot."

he merely scoffs at your name-calling, not wanting to presume how affectionate it almost sounded. soon, he allows himself to rest, sleeping soundly for the first time in years.

and neither of you says anything when you both wake up entangled in each other's arms.

the line of pillows gone, boundaries crossed, and sides long forgotten.

✦ byeol’s notes: thank you to the lovely nonnie who requested this! i decided to do them all, my way of saying thanks for being so sweet and i loved the idea! and to my other readers, i'll be back to posting regularly — at least, once a week — if life is kind. ♡

i've been catching up on kdramas and manhwas, so you might've noticed that ayato's part is inspired by that one scene in the business proposal and the duke's cursed charm.

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! feel free to send any requests in. thank you sm and ily <3

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vigilvntes · 2 years

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Walk Me Home - Bruce Wayne x Reader

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A/N: this is just a lil bit of fun. i think it was a request, someone asked for batman x civilian!reader with the prompts "you're pretty"/ "you're drunk" + "can i hold your hand?" so this is what came out of my brain :) might do a part 2 at some point <3 im literally about to see the batman again in like 5 minutes so like ,,, good luck to my brainrot <3

Warnings: mentions of violence/harassment, mentions of alcohol / being drunk, language, batguy is quiet and reader is a mess (if i'm not writing adrian im writing an adrian core reader ok that's who i am <3), not proof read or beta read but we die like men! <3

Word Count: 3k+ bc i have no self control!

Summary: you get escorted home by none other than Gotham's own protector.

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The streets are quiet, except for the echoing of heavy boots against the sidewalk followed by the frantic clicking of your heels.

He walks so damn fast. Which shouldn't surprise you, really. He probably has better things to be doing, and the light shining in the sky is proof of that. It's not that you're not grateful for the escort home, you're just not entirely sure why he's using his time to walk drunk you back to their place.

He'd helped you out with some creep in a back alley — and by ‘helped you out’ you mean he kicked ten bells of shit out of the guy in five seconds flat and left him incapacitated on the ground. It was impressive, actually. He helped you up, you said your 'thank you’, and assumed that would be the end of it. You assumed wrong.

It's not your fault that you just so happened to be heading in the same direction. You tried to be quiet, to keep your distance to allow him to disappear into the night, but your clicking heels and blurry vision from the numerous shots and cocktails you'd downed at the club made that a difficult task. He didn't turn around, didn't question why you were following him. He didn't say anything, actually.

But he stopped walking when he came to the end of the street, which made you stop too. He was silent, but he turned his head and glanced back at you, and you felt yourself panic.

“I— Shit. I'm sorry. I just live this way. I wasn't following you, I promise.” You reassured him quickly.

He probably didn't need your reassurance, you had quite literally just watched him take down a man in two swift punches. He could kick your ass if he wanted to. “I'm gonna take a right here, and… leave you alone forever, now. My place is like, five minutes away, so — Oh, okay. You're going right, too. That's— Yeah, perfect.” He'd already set off walking before you could finish your sentence, leaving you in the dust.

So now you're trailing behind him, feeling like you're running a marathon as he attempts to cover four miles in under a minute. Okay, maybe you're exaggerating, but you really can't keep up with him. He's like Lightning McQueen if Lightning McQueen was real, not a car, and kind of goth. That thought makes you smile to yourself.

“Hey, uh… Batman?” You call out. No response. Okay. “Alright, uh… Vengeance? Do you still use that one? I haven't really been keeping up, so…?” No response, again. You figure he doesn't go by Vengeance anymore. “Look, uh— Mr. Batman-Vengeance-…Dude-…Guy?” Wow. That's… wow. You make a mental note to slap yourself for that one later. “Could you slow down a little? Please? You're walking like, really fucking fast.” You feel slightly guilty for asking him to slow down. From what you've seen, he's a busy guy, and he probably has other places to be. But then you remember that you never asked him to walk you home, he made the choice for himself. So you feel less guilty.

He stops walking, and you stop too, almost in shock that he actually listened to you. You're still for a few seconds, and then you see his head turn, and you notice that he's glancing back at you expectantly. And then you remember that you asked him to slow down so you could catch up, and that he's stopped for your benefit. You break out into a jog— well, you try, anyway, one hand wrapped around the strap of the bag on your shoulder. Your heels are scraping against the pavement and you're one wrong move, one wayfaring stone on the pavement away from falling flat on your face. You keep your eyes locked on the ground, only looking up once his boots come into view.

You sigh in relief. “Fuck, man. You're speedy.” You reach out and grab his gloved hand. “You could probably clear the 100m in like, seven seconds flat. Which is cool, by the way." You reassure, nodding your head. "No hate to you.” You walk ahead, but you're stopped dead in your tracks when you realise you're pulling against his heavy, very much unmoving weight. You furrow your brows and tug on his hand, trying to prompt him to move, but he doesn't. So, you turn to him. “Hey, why aren't you—”

His jaw is tense, and you can see the way the veins in his neck are straining under the pressure. You can't quite make out whether he's angry, and it's freaking you out. He doesn't make eye contact with you, but he's looking down at something. You follow his line of sight, casting your eyes in the direction you think he's looking until you see your hand wrapped around his fingers, and it all makes sense.

You let go of his hand like it's hot coal, looking at him with wide eyes. “Shit— I… I'm sorry.” He clenches his fist, so hard that you can hear the leather of his gloves squeaking. “I don't— I'm not sure why I—…. Shit.” You really don't know why you took his hand. It was a mindless decision on your part, really. Something you'd do to a friend or a man you're drunkenly stumbling home with. But he's not a friend, nor is he a date or someone you're taking home to bed. He's literally Gotham’s protector. He's Vengeance or Justice or… Batman. He's Batman. And you thought it'd be a good idea to hold his hand. Fucking idiot. “I'm sorry. That was… that wasn't cool of me. I should've asked first— I mean, I shouldn't have done it in the first place, but I definitely should've asked.” You let out an awkward laugh before falling quiet. He's staring at you. Actually, his eyes are flitting between your face and his hand, which is still somewhat outstretched and balled into a fist. You don't know what comes over you, and you feel so fucking stupid for it, but you're already in too deep to be able to stop yourself. “Can I… Can I hold your hand?”

That crippling, awkward silence takes ahold of you, suffocating you like a python constricting it's prey. Your cheeks heat up, you're sure they're bright red, and you can't even bring yourself to meet his gaze. God, you're so fucking stupid. So awkward, and stupid, and weird. Which is saying a lot, considering you're stood not even a metre away from a guy who's dressed like an armoured bat. You're just about to back away slowly under his intense stare, to walk yourself home so you can wallow in your own embarrassment in the comfort of your bed, when you hear the leather squeak again.

When you look down, you're surprised to see that his hand is no longer clenched. His fingers are spread apart, almost… inviting. He's still tense, and he won't look at you, but you think he's silently telling you that you can hold his hand. Now you're wondering whether you should take his hand. It would be useful, he's a fast walker and you'd like to keep up pace. But you're also sure that he doesn't want to hold your hand, so maybe it'd be easier to refuse and then the two of you can walk separately again. But then would it be rude to refuse him now? Fuck, you have no idea but he's staring at you now, probably waiting for you to say something or do anything.

So in a split second decision, you reach out and take his hand again, nodding your head just once to affirm your choice.

He looks between your face and your intertwined fingers for just a moment before he sets off walking again. At first, he tries to maintain his pace from before, but now that he has extra weight latched on to him (you) he seems to find that difficult to manage. You're still lagging behind, practically jogging, struggling to keep up even though your hand is in his and he's pulling you along with him. You're surprised you haven't fallen flat on your face yet. Eventually, he gives it up, and brings himself down to a speed that works for both of you. It's not too slow, not too fast. It's good enough for you to steadily maintain in your heels, and you don't feel like you're going to be pulled to the floor at any given moment.

The two of you are quiet, aside from the occasional ‘take a right here’ or 'it's a left here’ coming from you. There's not much to be said, after all. He's a masked vigilante-turned-hero and you're holding his hand for no particular reason. Well, there is a reason, it's just not a very good one. You're sure you could have managed stumbling behind him alone.

Your head is still spinning from the drinks, and you feel yourself knock against him a few times as you walk down street after street, the cold armour of his suit pressing against you and covering you in goosebumps. Every time you stumble in to him, you mumble a quiet apology, and he remains silent. Which is why it comes as a surprise to you when—

“How much further?”

His sudden decision to cut through the silence makes you jump, and you whip your head around quickly. You can't quite make out whether that voice is his. It has to be, obviously. There's no one else around. But it's so soft and quiet that you think there's no way it could have possibly come from him. But it did. You're staring up at him so obviously, with the most in incredulous look on your face. “Oh. You talk.” You say eventually. He tilts his head down, and you see his eyes glance from left to right, almost in confusion, before they land on you again. “Shit. Sorry. That was rude. I just— I don't know. I assumed you're mute, or something.”

A beat of silence. Then, “It's selective.”

You nod slowly, a small smile on your lips, “And you make jokes.”

“I wasn't joking.” He mumbles under his breath, but you hear him.

“Well then, I'm flattered that you're talking to me.” You tease. You're trying to break the tension, just a little.

“How much further?” He repeats, turning his attention back to the street ahead.

“Uh… Like, maybe five minutes.” You answer slowly.

You swear you hear him scoff. “You said your place was five minutes away ten minutes ago.”

Wow. Alright. You fight the urge to bite back, to tell him that he didn't have to walk you home and that you're perfectly capable of making your own way from here. But you're not brave enough for that, and after the incident in the alley, you're grateful for his help and his company. So instead, you sigh, and say, “Yeah. I don't know why I said that. I think I— I don't know. I didn't want you to think I was following you. And I didn't wanna inconvenience you. So I just… said I lived close by. And then you started walking the same way, and you kinda never left. So I'm pretty much still inconveniencing you.” You give him an awkward, thin lipped smile.

“You're not.” He mumbles. It's barely audible, and you're not sure if you're meant to hear it, but you do.

You fall into silence again, though you're finding it hard to maintain. You're buzzing from the conversation you just had with him. It's thrilled you to your core and you want to keep talking to him. Apparently it's not enough to be walking hand in hand with him like some strange couple returning from a 2000s pop vs 90s grunge rock club night. So you decide to make conversation, as awkward as it may be.

“So…” You start, and he looks over at you immediately, caught off guard. “Is that like… your real voice?”

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to figure out how to respond to you. Eventually, “Yeah.”

“Oh. That's cool.” He's still staring down at you, and you can see by the way his lips are parted that he's totally and utterly confused. You are too, honestly. “I was just asking because, uh… y’know, guys in movies and… other heroes, they usually have those weird, gravelly voices. Like they make their voices deeper. If you were in a movie I imagine you'd sound like, uh,” you clear your throat, dropping your voice, “Hi, I'm Batman. I live in Gotham and I walk drunk people home in my spare time.” You laugh at yourself, but he doesn't look so amused. Oh for fucks sake. Why did you do that? You don't even have an explanation for why you thought that was a good idea. You just keep digging yourself in deeper.

Your smile drops. He's quiet. You're quiet. He's staring at you. You're staring at him. You're not sure what to do, and honestly you're considering just dropping to the floor, curling up and dying right then and there. But then you see the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips, and he turns his head away from you, and suddenly you don't feel so embarrassed. It's encouraging to you. So you decide to continue.

“I'm glad you don't sound like that, though.”

“Why?” He responds quicker than you expect him to, and it throws you off for just a moment.

“Oh. Well… I don't know. I just don't think it'd suit you. I like your voice. It's really nice.” Soft and soothing, strangely. Completely opposite from what you thought he'd sound like. It suits him, in a weird way. He's the people’s protector, and you can understand why, because everything about him just seems so… trustworthy.

It's not just his voice that you like, though. As you walk down the street, trying your best to keep your eyes firmly trained forwards, you glance at him occasionally, and you come to the conclusion that you really, really like his face, too. The more time you spend looking at him, the more attractive he becomes to you. Sure, you can't see half of it, but that's not going to stop you from admiring him. You think you're being subtle, that you're stealing glimpses of him, but really you're staring right at him. And although he's not looking at you, he can feel your eyes on him.

“What?”

That's the second time he's made you jump, but it's a sure-fire way to break you from your Batman’s-absolutely-incredible-jawline-induced trance. You blink hard and shake your head. “Sorry.” You cant even begin to count how many times you've said sorry tonight. “You just have… a really nice face. I know I can't see much of it, but you have a really, really,” you pause, “strong jawline. And your eyes are really beautiful. I bet you have a cute nose, too. Soft lips. You're just… you're really pretty.” You admit. Honestly, you don't have it in you to be embarrassed or to cringe at yourself anymore. The hint of a smile he gave you just a minute ago was a major confidence boost to you. The alcohol helps too.

His jaw tenses, and he's trying so hard to look anywhere but at you. You're starting to wonder whether you've made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. But then you swear you feel him squeeze your hand, and although the streetlights are dim and barely illuminating what you can see of his face, you swear there's a tinge of pink to his cheeks now. “You're drunk.” He mumbles.

“And you're pretty.” You retort.

“Drunk.”

“Pretty.”

“Drunk.”

“Pre— Oh. This is me.” You say, stopping suddenly in front of the familiar small gate, and he stops too. There's disappointment laced in your tone. You don't want him to go just yet, but you're home. He's done what he intended to do, and he'll leave just as quickly as he arrived. You sigh, “Well, this has been… nice. Really. Uh, thank you. I really appreciate what you did for me.” You press your lips together. It's so quiet between the two of you now, and you take that as your queue to leave. “Okay. Good night. And thank you, again.” You smile at him and untangle your fingers from his. Maybe you're crazy, but you think you feel him grip on to your hand for just a moment longer.

Oh, fuck. He can't do this to you. Not when you're drunk and your feelings are so, so vulnerable. You have to walk away. You have to remind yourself that he's just being nice, that you don't know him, and that you'll never see him again after this. That one kind of stings, and you're not entirely sure why. No. Snap out of it. He's literally a stranger. You don't know him. But he's been so nice to you and tolerated all of your annoying, drunken rambles. And he's so pretty, and— No. Just walk away.

You take a deep breath and turn away from him, pushing your gate open and making your way through. You're doing so well. Just don't look back. You don't need to look back. It's okay. You leave your gate to shut on its own, and you're listening out for the familiar clang of metal, but it never comes. Instead, you hear heavy footsteps. You whip your head around and he's there, closing the gate gently, about to follow you up the garden path and the flight of concrete stairs that leads to your house. “W— I'm… What are you doing?”

“Walking you home.” He answers. His voice is steady and moderated, as it has been all night, but there's something in his tone that screams ‘duh, isn't it obvious?’.

“But I am home.” You tell him, pointing over your shoulder at your house.

“Not all the way home.”

“I— I think I'll be—…” You stop yourself there, glancing down at the ground then up at him. “You know what, I might need a little help up the stairs.” You smile at him and offer your hand to him. There's a second of hesitation, but he takes your hand and the two of you make your way up the path. His boots, as loud and intimidating as they may be against the concrete, have become almost a… a comfort to you now. It's probably too soon to call it that, but you like hearing his footsteps in tandem with your own. You ascend the small flight of steps that lead up to your porch slowly, with little to no problem. You wobble on your heels a few times, but he's there to steady you, so it's okay.

Soon enough, you're at your front door. You drop his hand and dig around for your keys in your bag (not without the classic ‘oh shit, have I lost my keys?’ moment), pulling them out and unlocking your door. Now you're really not sure what to do. You're home. You're safe. He's walked you here. You have your hand wrapped around the door handle, and he's still here, waiting behind you for…. What? You're not so sure.

You turn around slowly, nervously. You feel like your heart is going to jump right out of your chest. “I… Uh, do you wanna like, come in?” You ask quietly. “For a drink, or something. I think I have like— I don't know. A few beers in the fridge.” Did you seriously just ask him to come in ‘for a drink’? Maybe you meant it literally, but you know what it implies. It's never just a drink. And you know that.

“I don't think you need anymore drinks.” He says.

You can't even bring yourself to be offended. In fact, you're relieved that he took your words so literally instead of considering the implications. You let out an airy laugh, dropping your head, “Yeah. You're probably right. Ignore me."

Silence takes over once again. Fuck. You hate the silence. You're staring at each other, both completely still. It's weirdly tense, and you're unsure as to why that is. “I'm… I'm gonna head inside.” You mumble, though you make no effort to move, or to push the door handle down. You're completely frozen to the spot.

You're surprised when he moves first, taking a step towards you. Fuck. Oh fuck. What is he doing? He's standing over you now, towering above you, actually. You're eye level with the bat right in the middle of his chest plate, and for a moment you're completely transfixed by the steady rise of his chest. You're not intimidated by how close he is, by how he's looming above you. He's done nothing but make you feel safe the entire time you've been with him. It's okay. He's close to you, and that's okay. You're okay. You actually... like being this close to him. He's crowding you against your door, pressing your back against the cold wood, but you don't care. You like it.

All you can hear is your breathing, shaky and ragged. It's all you can focus on. You feel like you're losing your mind, waiting for him to do something— anything. To make any move at all. When you finally gather the courage to look up at him through your lashes, you realise he's staring down at you. His lips are parted, and his eyes are lidded from what you can tell. You have no idea what he wants, what he's doing, but he looks so pretty. You want to reach up and remove the mask. Not because you're desperate to know who he really is, because you truly don't care, but because you want to see all of his pretty face like this.

He leans down slightly, and you feel yourself start to panic just a little bit. Your faces are so close now. Just one jolt upwards from you, just one more slight bend of his knees and you'd be kissing the Batman. Holy—

Holy shit. Is he going to kiss you? Is he— Fuck. Will he kiss you? He's— He's going to kiss you. Holy fuck. He’s— “Are we gonna kiss now?” You blurt out, the tension finally becoming too much. Your question is followed by a prolonged moment of silence.

His reply comes in the click of your door latch, and the slight creak of hinges coming from behind you.

He opened your fucking door.

You're completely taken aback. Confused and reeling because… what the fuck? Did that just happen? You can add Batman being a fucking tease to the list of things you didn't expect to happen or find out tonight. Fuck. You probably have the dumbest look on your face right now. You're completely lost for words. Judging by the way his mouth is opening and closing ever so slightly, you think he feels the same.

“Good night.” He mumbles, stepping away from you, and you silently mourn the loss of his body close to yours. Maybe it's the drink talking, but you miss it already.

He's about to turn away from you, but you reach out and take his hand in yours. You smile at him, squeezing his hand gently. “Good night. And thank you, again.” He nods in acknowledgement, and you loosen your grip, allowing him to make his way make his swift exit, though your hands are still touching until the moment you're no longer in reach. You watch him descend the steps and quickly make his way down your path and out of the gate, his boots beating mercilessly against the ground. But before he can disappear into the night, you call out one last thing to him. “My name is (Y/N), by the way!”

He turns to look at you from the gate for just a moment, and you swear you see the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, though you cant be too sure. And then, he's gone, and you're left wondering when you'll see him again. If you'll see him again.

You might just.

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theosmommy1966 · 2 years

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Mattheo Riddle- Just friends

After a long and exhausting night of trying to find some stupid tiara in the overflowing room of requirement you were happy to just plop down on the couch in the common room.. That is until a deep voice from a chair over by the other fireplace startled you, "I wondered when you would come back."

You turned your head to the side, still not moving your body as you looked at Mattheo Riddle. He smiled a little, relieved that you had calmed down from earlier when you were screaming at him and Draco about not doing their part with the tasks. "You want to talk about whatever all that was earlier?"

You shake your head and make grabby hands in his direction, he chuckles before pushing himself off the chair and making his way to you. He let you pout for a moment before he hoisted you off the couch and into his arms. Your cheek is pressed against his shoulder as your eyes get heavy.

You're tired in a way you haven't been in a long time. You wished that Cissy hadn't put the weight of watching Draco and Mattheo on you, but you knew it was for the best. That didn't mean you had to be happy about it. OR that you had to be nice to Draco.

A slight blush filled your cheeks as Mattheo lifted and readjusted your legs around his waist. Moving his hands further up your thighs, fingers digging into your skin threw the bare material of your stockings. He bent down slightly signaling for you to open the door when he made it to his single bed dorm. Pushing with one foot to let it swing open, resting your chin on his shoulder. Trying to ignore the fact he could probably feel the warmth radiating from between your thighs.

He didn't stop in the main area, instead making his way into the bathroom. Sitting you on the counter before turning around and setting his hands on either side of you. Bringing his face down so you are eye level with his dark eyes.

"So.. Are you ready to tell me what was going on." He said it more like a statement, it wasn't a question of if more like when. He was going to get it out of you, he just didn't know how far he would have to push.

You felt your teeth clamp down on your lip as you shook your head. When he sighed and turned around you felt relief flood into you.

For about a second.

Until he reached back and pulled his shirt off, fluidly turning the shower on just after. In that moment you knew you were in trouble, if he really wanted to know he would figure it out. Part of you wanted him to want to know.. Just to see how far he would take it. The other part was screaming just tell him now, before your to stupid to watch yourself.

When he turned back to you he was unbuckling his belt leaving it in the loops as he pushed his slacks off. Leaving him in just his black boxers, you had to force yourself to not look down. You already knew what was waiting for you, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of looking.

The steam from the heated water started filling the air, making the small room feel smaller somehow. He was only one step away from you, so his hands easily found your hips pulling you off the counter. His eyes stayed on yours as he pushed your skirt and stockings down.

You tried to not laugh at the extra effort he put in to try and not ruin your stockings. But when you cracked a smile you were rewarded with his in return. And a beautiful smile it was. The way it lit up his entire face was breathtaking. Mattheo Riddle was a beautiful man, scars and all.

Not that you would ever call him beautiful out loud. You had called him hot before, even sexy here or there. But beautiful seemed like it would cross the line the two of you had drawn. The line where it moves from friends with benefits to who knows what. You loved him too much, in too many ways to risk losing everything by alerting him to your feelings.

When he stood, he lightly drug his fingers up the back of your thighs. He slowly unbuttoned your shirt and pushed it down your shoulders. Making sure to press kissed down your throat and across your collarbone. Your hands gripping his biceps as you let out a small groan. Gently squeezing your ass in a way you knew was meant to be teasing. When he was back to his full height he traced the straps of your bra watching his finger dip under it pulling before letting it snapback.

"Are you ready now?" He said slowly, that smile still in place on his face. You could tell that even though he wanted to know, he was enjoying the game he had barely started. And if he was enjoying it... Who were you to end it so quickly?

"I dont know Riddle.. Am I ready to tell you?" You said side stepping him as you pulled your bra off. His eyes followed you until you stepped into the shower, purposefully leaving the curtain open. He sighed through his nose as he watched your figure threw the fogged mirror.

When you raised your arms to pull your hair down you flicked your hair tie at him. Watching him chuckle as he stepped out of his boxers and into the shower.

One of the things you loved about Slytherin, was even in the cold underground dungeon you called home the water never got cold. Whatever water heaters the school had or spells they used were on point. So as you stood there Mattheos chest to your back letting the hot water run over the two of you until your skin warmed, it was divine. When one hand left your hip, and slowly made its way up to your breast kneading roughly you tried to act like you didn't notice.

"Tell me Y/n" Mattheo said, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, only proving to turn you on further. When you stayed silent he chuckled darkly, before moving his other hand towards the apex of your thighs. When he lazily drug a finger through your lower lips, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

Being 5'8 to his 6'0 had its advantages. One hand found its way behind you to his hair, your fingers threading threw. While the other went to the wrist of the hand he had lowered, you knew that if he pulled away you wouldn't stop him. You physically couldn't stop him even if you wanted too, but if he wanted to stop you would never push that.

His rough fingers easily found your clit, while his other hand moved from your breast to your throat. Wrapping his fingers around it to hold you in place, brushing his lips across your shoulder. A soft moan escapes your lips as he starts rubbing sloppy but quick circles over your clit.

"Theo.." You moaned, digging your nails into his skin, trying to not give too much away. You knew what he was going to do, you gladly were accepting. You were waiting for him to reprimand you for saying Theo instead of his full name. Normally he hated it when anyone called him Theo because that's what everyone called Theodore.

Really though he didn't care what you said in that moment, he just loved the way your sounds of pleasure made his chest warm. He loved the way his skin felt like it was unfire but also relaxed whenever you touched him. The unconscious way you moved towards him in crowds. How your eyes would seek him out when you were stressed or anxious. He loved everything about you, except your short fuse.

But he figured everyone had a downfall and a short temper was definitely one of his as well. Everyone had a flaw that someone couldn't stand. He knew that you held it together to the best of your ability. Like earlier in the dorms when you snapped and told some first years to fuck off, it had been coming all day. He could tell by the way you tapped your fingers against your arm, the way you bounced from foot to foot.

Draco had also told him you had been the same during class and in the great hall. Between the stress of failing a test and having to visit Dumbledore, the stress of maybe seeing your hateful brother every moment in the halls. Then knowing there was a meeting coming up soon and last but not least Draco and your brother having it out in the bathroom.

Then during dinner Adrain had come over, that was bad enough but then when he was touching you.. It set Mattheo ablaze with an emotion he couldn't quite name, one he hadn't felt often. And had never felt towards you. All he knew was that he lived for these moments, the moments in one of your rooms. Or the few times you had pressed him against the wall in a quiet hall. It was what got him through the shitty days.

So with that in mind, he moved his hand lower pushing a finger into you harshly. Pumping only a few times before adding another. He could feel your pussy fluttering around them, he felt himself growing hard at the feeling.

You were trying to not show how much you were enjoying it. That of course didn't matter because Mattheo knew your body almost better than you did. You turned your head, his lips catching yours as he continued pumping his thick fingers into you. He pulled away letting your moans fill the air as you started to tighten around him, "Tell me what was wrong."

You groaned a little and bit your lip, just a few more seconds and you would be over the edge.

As he read your mind, he ripped his fingers out of you. "Fuck.. Come on.." His other hand was still firmly around your throat, so you couldn't pull away. His fingers brushed over your clit again, so lightly you almost couldn't tell if it happened. You felt yourself push your hips forward, trying to keep whatever contact you could.

"Do you think I'll let you cum before you tell me?" He said biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. You shook your head, a small smile on your face as he squeezed your throat a little tighter. Cutting off just a bit of the air flow to your lungs. "Ah, that means you like being a brat."

When his fingers found his way back into you, you couldn't stop the way your back arched. It only took a small twist and curl of his fingers for him to find the sponginess of your g-spot. Pushing the pads of his fingers against it every time he pushed in or pulled out.

The sensation along with the slight light headedness was overwhelming. The motion quickly brought you to the edge again. "Theo.. Dont.. Please.." You begged knowing he was going to do it again if you didn't answer him. At this point honestly you couldn't remember why you wouldn't answer him. You were just along for the ride.. and so far the ride was fabulous.

When he pulled out again a whine found its way from between your lips. He spun you around this time, pressing you against the cold stone wall. Your mind barely registered it as his lips found yours. Kissing your ferociously both his hands now wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you up the wall.

Before you could even take a breath to start begging he was pushing into you. Your head falls back to the wall, as your nails dig into the skin of his back. You heard him hiss but nothing really mattered. You were with the person you loved, doing one of your favorite things. Nothing could stop you at this moment, someone could've walked in and neither of you would've stopped.

There had been times where Draco busted into Mattheos dorm in moments just like this. And Matthoes pace never faltered. He didn't stop what he was doing as Draco freaked out before turning and hightailing it out of there.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he pounded into you. "Fuck, Ill never get use to how tight you are." He said his fingers digging into your thighs so hard that you knew there would be bruises. "I can feel you, you're ready to cum.. All you have to do is tell me what was going on.. Tell me now or I'll stop."

Your mind told you to keep your mouth shut, but your body won out. "Fuuckk.." You seethed threw your teeth trying to hold on. Two hard thrusts later it all just spilled out "I just don't like Draco.. Those two first years just pissed me off being all whiny about being in Slytherin.. Harry pisses me off.. Adrian's touch makes me want to vomit. Fuckk.."

You moved your head fell to his shoulder as he held all your weight, muscles in his arm flexing to help move your body. "I just feel more stressed than normal with all these tasks and the upcoming meeting.. Im sorry." Finally the rest of the weight rose off your shoulders.

The groan that came from Mattheoss throat made you clench, only making him groan again. When you finally felt the band of your orgasm snap, your vision went white. Buzzing sounds filled your ears, you could barely hear Mattheo tell you he was cumming too.

You didn't remember making the choice to rake your nails down his scarred back. You were sure there were spots where he was bleeding. But through those final few thrusts nothing mattered. Not the soreness of your thighs, not the stinging in his back. Just the euphoric feeling flowing between the two of you.

When he finally set you down, it was quiet besides the sound of the water and the hazy breaths. He left his arms wrapped around your waist and back while your legs stopped shaking. The rest of the shower was spent gently washing each other, his arm firmly around your waist. The smell of his teakwood body wash filled your nose, he scrubbed hard enough to lightly pink your skin. Having showered with you enough to know how you would do it.

He didn't wash your hair, knowing you would be pissed if he didn't condition it but he rinsed it. You washed his hair as he held you up, lightly pulling at it as you rinsed it. Using your hands to wash his skin, rubbing the tension out from his shoulders. He pressed his lips against your forehead before turning the water off and stepping out.

"You don't have to apologize to me for being stressed Y/n.. You know that right?" Mattheo asked as his fingers brushed through the tangled mess of your hair. He was now on his back with you on his chest, even though you were mostly asleep you answered with a nod and hum.

"I know there's something else going on.. I just want you to remember I'll be here when you are ready to talk. I will always be here Y/n, I'll always protect you." His soft voice was the last thing you heard as you fell into the darkness. Feeling completely relaxed and safe under the blankets wrapped in Mattheos arms.

You slept wrapped in each other's arms that night. A silent dreamless sleep comforting both of you. The beat of your hearts as well as your breath synced with each other. Both on your side, your hands against his chest while his arms were wrapped around you.

One under your head keeping it tightly tucked under his chin, the other around your waist. Your legs tangled together. Every part of you that could be touching was. Had anyone walked in and seen you two, they would never have thought you were 'just friends'.

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euphoricimagination · 2 years

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Sakusa Kiyoomi swore that he didn’t care about love.

Throughout his whole high school and college experience he never felt enough attraction to someone to actually date them. Plus, he was too into volleyball anyway, a ‘volleyball idiot’ as people like to say. Relationships were never his priority, he didn't want them to be.

Sakusa Kiyoomi swore that he didn’t care about love, even when he meet you two weeks after entering the Black Jackals.

He arrived to the gym one day, but instead of seeing his three idiot teammates practicing like he normally does, he found them talking to someone. Someone that he doesn't know.

“Omi-omi! Come here!” screams Miya to him, making you turn around too “This is my childhood friend, Yn”

“You have friends? And I told you to not call me that” he tells to the setter, making you laugh. ‘Her laugh is pretty’ he thinks, but decides to ignore his thoughts saying instead “how do you tolerate him?”

“I became friends with his twin, he just kind stuck around and now I can't get away from him” you joked making him nod in acknowledgment, his lip going upwards ever so slightly.

“Hey!” says Atsumu

“Make sense. Sakusa Kiyoomi” nods in your direction. Unlike popular belief, he wasn't a mean person, he was just too blunt sometimes.

“Y/L Y/N. Nice to meet you” you smile sweetly at him, so he gave you a little smile as well.

You stayed that day in their practice and to his surprise, you didn't seem to mind his little quirks whenever you two interacted. Probably Miya or the rest of the team warn you about them, but he appreciates your effort of trying to make him comfortable with you. Not many try.

Sakusa Kiyoomi swore that he didn't care about love, even after he found himself putting a little more effort whenever you were around.

It has been a month since your first visit, and it wasn't the last either. Thanks to your friendship with Miya and the others you ended up coming a lot more, not that the team or the coach minded.

Much to his dismay, it was Miya Atsumu who noticed first. How Sakusa’s eyes don’t express the same annoyance that they usually have whenever you talk to him, how he willingly goes to sit by your side and engage in a small conversation, how whenever you were around, he seems to try even harder, how his eyes lingers to you for a second longer when he scored.

“So omi-omi w-”

“Don't call me that”

“Rude. Anyways Omi-kun, ya seem to be smacking the ball much harder today, any reason?” Miya says to him smirking, eyes moving to where you are talking to Bokuto.

“Wanted to try it out, the stronger I can hit the better” he responds nonchalantly. However, he can’t help his eyes to flicker to your figure, making Miya smirk even more.

“Sure... Have ya show her yer wrists? I'm sure she will be fascinated by that”. He rolls his eyes and scoffs before walking away from the setter. He wasn't trying to impress you anyway...

But right before practice finished, he found himself going to where you are, and for some reason, showing you how flexible his wrists are quite proudly. From the corner of his eyes, he can see a teasing look on Miya's face; look that turns into a small concern when he notices you unconsciously grab his hand to move it around. And to Miya's -and everyone’s- surprise, he doesn't move it away.

Sakusa Kiyoomi swore he never cared about love, so why he can't look away from you? And what is the feeling he has whenever you're around?

He found himself looking at your figure, talking to Miya's twin in a small gathering with the rest of the team. He doesn't normally go to these things, but Hinata caught him flying low, ended up in him accepting (it's definitely not because Hinata mentioned that you were going, he didn't accept just for that).

“Enjoying the view?” He hears beside him

“Shut up Miya”

“Seriously, ask her out already. Yer're not being subtle at all”. He was never more grateful to have a mask on, feeling an unfamiliar burn in his cheeks.

“What are you talking about?”

“Ya like my bestie, what else? Don't worry, I'll let ya date her” Miya says simply “Ya fell for her quite hard Omi-Omi”. His mind was racing so much that he didn’t even care about the stupid nickname.

Sakusa Kiyoomi swore he didn’t care about love, and yet he found himself in front of you, his heart beating faster than in any game that he has ever played.

You smile sweetly at him, giving your friend Osamu a knowing look that makes him leave. Kiyoomi sat beside you, looking at you with his piercing gaze. All makes sense now.

So that’s why he doesn’t mind your presence, doesn’t mind you touching him -he knew you always took extra precautions for him-, that's why you can't seem to leave his head, that’s why he wants your attention on him and him only.

“Let’s go on a date”

Sakusa Kiyoomi swore he never cared about love, and yet a few months after that hang out here he was, lying with his head on your chest while you caress his hair.

He thought he didn’t need love, that volleyball was just enough to make him happy. And yet you showed him otherwise, showed him how good it was to have someone by his side, someone that he trusts with all of his soul, someone that he wanted to be with forever. ‘So this is love’ he thinks while he leans more into your touch.

“Was practice that bad, Omi-omi?” you asked him, the nickname not sounding nearly as annoying when it comes out of you.

“Nah, just Miya being a menace. I still don’t understand how you are friends with him”

“He and Samu have been there with me forever, and as annoying as he can be, he cares a lot. And it’s thanks to him we even met”

“That’s why I tolerate him more now”. He really hated to admit it, but he owes Miya a lot for present him to you. The love of his life.

After a few more minutes of silence and contemplation, he straightens up to look at you, ready to say the three words that he has been wanting to say for a while now “Hey... I love you”

Your eyes widen in surprise, smile appearing right after with your eyes shining “I love you too Omi”

Sakusa Kiyoomi swore he didn’t care for love. But now? Now he doesn't want to imagine his life without you in it.

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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The Charity Dinner | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s entire life almost gets ripped away from her while she's attending a charity dinner for the Shelby Foundation.

Warnings: language, weapons, violence (typical to series), attempted murder, death of minor character

Word Count: 2545

A/N: angst is not my strong suit, but I’m working on it. Let me know what you think!

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR THOUGHTS & COMMENTS HELP ME WRITE!

She felt uneasy. From the moment that the car, carrying her and her husband, pulled up to the venue that the Shelby Foundation was hosting their charity dinner at, all she felt was uneasiness. She didn't know for what reason, but she couldn't shake it.

Tommy walked (Y/N) into the building, the two of them smiling as the greeters took their coats and complimented them on their fine outfit choices. They shared a kiss before Tommy told her that he had already seen someone and needed to go talk to them. It was obvious that he didn't want her to join him...that this conversation would hold some of the other business that he still delved into. Despite (Y/N) telling him that they had enough money saved to essentially be set for both their life, and their children's lives, Tommy still continued with his ways. It was like an itch. One that, no matter how much he scratched it, kept coming back. So she let him leave her side to go speak to the imposing gentleman who was standing across the room, staring him down from the second the couple had stepped into the room.

And she felt it again. The uneasiness. Her hand moved down to where her stomach had swelled. She was six months pregnant. With her and Tommy's first child. Why did she feel so uneasy?

She moved around the party, greeting people she didn't know, having conversations she didn't care about, wearing a smile that wasn't real. Tommy wasn't anywhere to be seen so far. This didn't help (Y/N)'s feelings one bit. The first time she wore a real smile that night was when the only Shelby sister noticed her and started walking in her direction.

"Hello, (Y/N)!" Ada greeted with a smile, pulling the other woman into a hug before she kissed her cheek.

"Ada. You look lovely," (Y/N) complimented her sister-in-law, hoping that conversing with her would allow for some of her tense feelings to ease.

"As do you. That dress really compliments your figure. You're one of the few women I know who can make pregnancy look beautiful," Ada sent kind words right back, making (Y/N) smile and laugh slightly.

"I'm sure you looked equally as beautiful when you were carrying Karl," she stated.

It was Ada's turn to laugh, shaking her head before she spoke. "It was bloody hell doing it. Didn't help that I was mucking about the streets of Small Heath with a brooding brother and a clueless husband," she remarked, smiling fondly as she mentioned Freddie. (Y/N) sent a similar smile in her direction. She'd met Tommy a short time after Freddie passed, but, from what she's heard about him, he really seemed like he loved Ada.

"Have you seen Tommy?" she asked then, hoping that Ada would have some idea. She only sighed when the other woman shook her head.

"I haven't, but I'm sure it's for good reason, right? He's making connections. Getting the Shelby Foundation’s name out there," Ada tried to spin his absence in a positive light, but (Y/N) couldn't hear it.

"I've had an uneasy feeling since I stepped in here, Ada. Something isn't right," (Y/N) shook her head slightly as she spoke, the tone of her voice showing that she was serious.

"It's probably just the hormones, love. I was always jumpy in crowds," Ada brushed the concern off, "there's nothing to worry about," she assured the concerned woman with a smile then. (Y/N) sighed, still not completely convinced that hormones were making her feel like this. But, nevertheless, she accepted the other woman's words, leaving the conversation when Ada announced that she'd seen someone she hadn't talked to.

(Y/N) was alone again, and after another search for Tommy yielded no results, she moved over to the drinks table. There was a non-alcoholic punch being served, so (Y/N) helped herself to that, sipping on it as she glanced around the room. That's when she found him. He was standing directly across from her on the opposite side of the room, and his eyes were already locked onto her. There were two posh-looking gentlemen on either side of him that looked to be in the middle of conversation, trying to tell him something, but it was obvious that he wasn't listening. (Y/N) held his eyes, a slight smile gracing her lips before she looked away. Her gaze only fleeted for a few moments before it fell back on him, seeing that he was slightly smirking now. (Y/N) felt her body heat up. How was he able to make her feel like this from across the room? She returned the smirk before drifting her eyes once more, still feeling his boring into her figure. She did this twice more before she began walking over to him. She couldn’t take anymore of this flirting across the room. His eyes stayed on her as she approached him, his hands behind his back as he stood in a way that commanded respect.

"Hello, Tommy," (Y/N) stated as she stopped in front of him. The two gentlemen had stopped talking at this point, both staring at the woman who was now in front of them. "I've been looking for you," she told him, slotting into his side.

"Men, this is my wife, (Y/N) Shelby," Tommy introduced the two men to the woman who had joined them.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Shelby," one of the men stated, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles in a gesture of respect.

"It's nice to meet you as well," (Y/N) smiled at him before she addressed the both of the men, "do you mind if I borrow my husband for a moment?" The both men nodded, bidding their goodbyes before they left the couple alone.

"Need something, love?" Tommy questioned, looking down at her with furrowed eyebrows. He was confused as to why she'd just dismissed those prominent businessmen.

“I’ve been looking for you all night,” she told him, letting go of the breath she held, happy that he was in front of her now.

“I’ve been talking with our guests,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I feel really uneasy, Tom,” she admitted then.

“It’s probably just the crowd, love,” he assured her, much like the way Ada had, “I know you’re still not used to these.”

“I don’t think it’s that,” she shook her head but he didn’t hear her. Or he did and just chose to ignore it, instead wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her into his frame.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). We stay for a little while longer and then we’ll go home, eh?” he stated, looking into her eyes as he spoke.

“I’d like that,” she nodded her head, a slight smile on her lips before he leaned down to kiss them softly.

“I’ve just seen someone. I need to have a chat with them,” he stated once they’d pulled away. (Y/N) let out a sigh. She didn’t feel good about having him leave her side once more. But she nodded her head, letting him kiss her one more time before they broke their embrace and he moved on to the man he needed to meet.

(Y/N) was alone again. Alone and uneasy. Then she spotted Polly. She was talking to some man, but dismissed him once she saw the woman who she’d come to love like a daughter. “(Y/N), are you ok?” she questioned as the younger woman stopped in front of her. She must’ve been able to read her expression. “Something wrong with the baby, love?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong. I’m just feeling worried,” she tried to explain her feelings to the third person of the night, and before anything was able to be said in response, a man yelling caused everyone to freeze.

“Tommy Shelby!...You’re finished!”

All of a sudden there was screaming, and people started to run in every direction as (Y/N) began panicking. She looked straight ahead of her, where her husband was now grappling with a man wielding a knife. (Y/N) knew he had it because she saw it shimmer in the overhead lights as he attempted to stab Tommy with it.

“(Y/N), let’s go,” she heard Polly speak next to her, feeling the older woman’s hands grab onto her shoulders, but she couldn’t move. She was frozen in shock as she watched Tommy try desperately to fight the man off of him. The two were rolling around the floor now, their hands both grasped around the knife as they tried to stick it into each other’s bodies. “We have to get out of here,” Polly tried again.

“No, I need to be with him!” (Y/N) finally exclaimed, wanting to do nothing more than to run to his side, to help him in any way possible. But her feet stayed frozen. It was probably for the best.

Then Arthur approached the fighting men, removing his revolver from the holster within his jacket before he cocked it and fired it, the loud bang making everyone still. The room fell silent, and it was then that (Y/N) realized she’d been sobbing. “Tommy!” she exclaimed, her feet finally moving, taking her over to the two men who were lying limp on the ground now. She thought for sure that her husband was dead. “Tommy, please!” she cried, her stride slowing as she moved closer. “Please, no,” she breathed, feeling all hope was lost. He was lying there, as still as ever. No. He couldn’t be dead.

And he wasn’t. (Y/N) gasped out of relief when he started moving, practically crawling out from underneath the dead man’s weight that lay on top of him. She closed the gap between them, hurrying to his side so that she could kneel down next to him. Her sobs were coming out louder now. “Tommy,” she breathed, grabbing his face in her hands. He winced at the contact, the bruise on his cheek already becoming visible.

“Shh, I’m alright, love,” he told her, still trying to slow down his breathing. “It’s ok, calm down, darling,” he continued with soft words. They fell on deaf ears though. (Y/N)’s eyes were squeezed tight as she rambled her praises that he was ok over and over again. The tears were still streaming down her face, clearly traumatized from seeing her husband almost be killed. Tommy knew words wouldn’t work. So he lifted his shaking hands and took her face into his hold. He wasn’t shaking at the thought of dying. He was shaking at the thought of leaving her, of leaving their unborn child. His family meant the most to him, and he couldn’t fathom losing or leaving them.

The feeling of his hands made her eyes open and fall right onto his. She stilled slightly as she held his gaze, seeing now that he was alive and, despite a few bruises, well. She kept her eyes locked onto his. She couldn’t look away. Unaware of how much time passed, she finally leaned in with the intent of kissing him. But before their lips could meet, someone spoke out.

“There are no more threats, Mr. Shelby,” it was a man in a copper’s uniform. Tommy turned his head at the last minute to look at him, making (Y/N)’s forehead fall against his cheek. She breathed his scent in in hopes that it would bring her comfort, but she was still shaking. Her tears had yet to stop from falling.

“You didn’t do a good fucking job of making sure people were fucking searched, Ridley,” Tommy barked then. (Y/N) winced at the sound of his tone, even though it wasn’t directed at her. He was clearly angry. And he had a right to be. He was almost killed.

“I’m sorry, sir,” was all Ridley could say, an obvious amount of guilt in his words.

“Just fucking do better next time, eh?” Tommy snapped, and the man nodded his head, exuding a quick ‘yes, sir’ before he walked off. Tommy turned to (Y/N) then, his forehead resting against hers as he looked right into her eyes. Their eyelashes were almost meshing together, that’s how close their faces were. She was still gripping onto him like her life depended on it, her shaking not yet calming down. “Relax, (Y/N),” he said softly, his hands falling on her cheeks yet again as she bunched more of the suit jacket he was wearing up in her hands. “Here, let’s stand up, love,” he told her, moving his hands to her shoulders so that he could help her stand up despite being the one with the bruises.

“I...I don’t know why I feel like this, Tommy. Why can’t I stop shaking?” she asked, her body’s involuntary movements now starting to scare her.

“It’s the adrenaline, love,” he told her, running his hands up and down her arms in a soothing manner. “You’ll come off it soon,” his tone held assurance.

“I thought I was going to lose you. Thought it was gonna happen right in front of my eyes,” she spoke, hoping that talking through the traumatic experience would help her.

“You didn’t lose me. I’m right here, and I’m ok...a little banged up, but ok,” he said, a smile on his face as he tried to ease her fears. “How are you?” he asked her then.

“I’m freaking out, Tommy!” she looked at him with wide eyes, envious at how he could be so calm when it was him who was just nearly killed. (Y/N) was just merely a bystander to it all. He only chuckled at her words.

“How’s the baby, love?” he asked, his hands dropping down to her stomach as he rubbed his thumbs over it soothingly.

“Baby’s ok. The amount of stress I’m feeling probably isn’t good for them though,” she responded, finally starting to feel her breathing return to normal.

“Let’s go home then. Get away from this place,” he stated, just then making (Y/N) notice that the reception hall had cleared out. Obviously, the dinner wouldn’t be continuing.

“I’d like that, Tommy,” she nodded her head.

“Good,” he nodded also, noticing that she’d stopped shaking violently. “You’re calming down,” he pointed out.

“Yeah. Helps that you’re talking to me. That I can see you’re alright,” she told him, the inkling of a smile forming on her lips.

“And I’ll keep talking to you, cuz I’m not going anywhere,” he promised her before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. His kiss further assured her that he was still there with her and that he had no intentions of leaving her anytime soon, neither by his will nor anyone else’s. She reveled in that. “Let’s go home, love,” he said once he pulled away. (Y/N) nodded before she let him link his arm with hers and lead her out of the reception hall to the car waiting out front. She finally breathed a sigh of relief as they drove away from one of the most frightening moments in her life.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Embroidered

Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: The reader has a secret gift for her man, something that she knows will make his head spin.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of drugs.

A/n: This was a very genius request from one of my lovely anons. I had fun writing this though it is a bit on the shorter side.

When I first had the idea to surprise Fez for Valentine's Day, I couldn't really come up with anything.

I knew that I wanted to do something special, something that would sweep him off his feet. But I wasn't sure what would do that. He was a simple man and he was typically the one with big, romantic gestures and plans.

I wasn't sure if there was anything in the world, other than me sprawled out on his bed, that I could get him that he would truly want.

Then it struck me.

The man loved sex. I mean, let me rephrase, he loved sex with me. He would voice it literally every day of our lives together, never letting me forget that he loved being inside of me and making me feel good. It was one aspect of our relationship that seemed to bring us closer together every time we would do something of that nature.

So, then my mind started running in that direction. What could I do in bed, that was new, that would drive this man absolutely bonkers. We were pretty adventurous in bed as it was and I even resorted to Faye to ask about ideas. She was much more experienced than I was so, I figured, why not?

I guess you could say that I owed her a solid for my genius idea.

She suggested that I go online, to some website that she gave me, and have a custom pair of panties made. Something that he would like, that he would absolutely drool over. I didn't know at first what I would do. He had bought me many different kinds of lingerie in the past, money practically spilling from his pockets every time we'd go to the mall.

But then it hit me.

One thing that Fez loved more than telling people I was his was when I knew that I was his. He loved when I would go out of my way, telling him that I was all his, that no one else would ever touch me like he did. It was the biggest thing that made him crumble, the fact that I was so willingly his and his alone made him melt.

So what would be better than panties that had his name right across the band of them, hmm?

I imagined his shocked face as I was scrolling through the website, my computer hidden from him as he pried, trying to see what I was doing. I told him a million times over that it was a surprise for him but he seemed even more curious once that was voiced.

I had a hard time sneaking the package inside, trying to stalk the tracking updates so I could bring it inside without him seeing it.

And man, was I proud of my creation.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my fingers drag over the lace material, the piece hugging me perfectly. Fez was written in dainty lettering across the middle, my cheeks flushing at the sight. I knew that once he saw them that they wouldn't be on for long, knowing he'd want to be inside of me the moment he sees me.

Hearing the front door shut, I look at the time, seeing 9:00 written out in big bold letters. I was sad to hear that Fez and Ash had a deal the night of Valentine Day but Fez promised me that he would make it home in time to enjoy the night.

And, yeah, he would be enjoying himself for sure.

Getting situated on the bed, I dangle my legs over the side, my weight resting on my arms behind me. I hear him say goodnight to Ash, the boys bedroom door closing quietly as the doorknob rattles in front of me.

He has a soft smile on his lips when he sees me, his eyes dragging over my body as he shuts the door behind him. Fire burns in my belly as he locks the door, watching as he sets his bag down on the floor, slipping his coat off his body.

"Wassup, angel." He whispers, his eyes hooded as he steps in between my legs, his fingers playing with the flimsy material of his t-shirt that covers my body. "You got all pretty for me?" He asks with a genuine smile, my head bobbing in a soft nod.

"I got you somethin'." I whisper, my fingers trailing down my body to lift the t-shirt up, revealing the panties that I have on underneath. His jaw drops at the sight, his eyes reading over his name at least ten times before he finally stutters his words out.

"H-Holy fucking-" He cuts himself off with a groan, his hand reaching up to drag over his face. I smile proudly as I tilt my head at him, my lip tucked in between my teeth as he regains his composure. "This is the lil secret you been hiding from me?" He laughs bashfully, his cheeks heating up as I nod, my hands reaching up to slip up onto his shoulders.

"You like?" I ask teasingly, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips as he looks down at me, his strong hand resting against my hip,

"Do I like- I love, babygirl." He whispers, the sound of his low voice making my thighs clench. "You never allowed to take this off, like, ever again, you got that?" He asks, his fingers skimming over the inside of my thighs as I nod obediently, his eyes still wide in disbelief. "Fuck." He moans, his body leaning down so he can capture my lips in his. "As much as I love them," he says in between kisses, his fingers wrapping in the waistband of my panties, "they need to come off. Like, right now."

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ira-hydrangea · 2 years

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Yuu is not only able to tame a beast but also a ghost. No. No. Not that nice ghost. But more into malicious ghosts. Imagine the first-year reaction if they accidentally meet these so-called malicious ghosts.

On their way into the Ramshackle at night.

Deuce: Can we spend up? This place gives me a creep.

Ace: I didn't know you were such a scaredy-cat, Deuce~

Deuce: Shut up, Ace. I'm serious!

Jack: Hmph. Who is it that makes us late for this slumber party?

Epel: I'm sorry. But I want to give this fresh apple to Yuu for them to enjoy.

Ace: Yeah, Yeah. Now hurry up. *pushing Epel forward playfully*

Epel just stumbled and he accidentally drops a few apples. He just glares at Ace before bending down to take the apple until one apple stop below one foot. The very pale hands take the apple and give it to Epel.

Epel: Oh! Thank you, si...r... *look at the figure with white face*

Ace: Hm? Hurry up, Epel!

Deuce: What are you looking at?

The group look in Epel's direction and their face went pale. There stood a man with no head wearing extremely worn-out clothes with his hands try to give Epel back the Apple.

The group: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

They bolt out only to find Yuu standing near the gate waiting for them.

Yuu: huh? Why did you guys run like that??

Ace: T-T-THERE A G-GHOST!!! A GHOST WITHOUT A HEAD!!

Yuu looks behind them and notices a figure following them. The group quiver behind Yuu and Jack stands firmly in front. Try to act tough.

Yuu: Mr.Xin! How are you doing? My! Do you want to return this? How kind of you~ Later I make sure to burn some paper money for you, okay?

Ace: WHAT THE HECK?! YOU KNOW HIM?!??

Yuu: Ya... We meet not long ago. That time he come to me and asked me to find his head. Such a pity I wasn't able to find it. But I let him wander around for a few more ground checks and if I have time, I'm still helping him.

Grim: He threatened you to give your head to him, Yuu...

Yuu: Him? Nah, you got it wrong Grim.

The group: ...

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Near the exam:

Ace: Man... I'm kinda tempted to find Azul for his note. This exam is so stressful.

Deuce: *remember chapter 3 accidents* Nah, I'm good. You can go alone if you want.

Yuu: In that case, why don't you come with me to meet my tutor?

Ace and Deuce: Your tutor???

Yuu: Yep. She is a very beautiful and kind young lady. She is also very patient in teaching so I'm sure she able to help.

Ace: She??

Deuce: And how we gonna meet her??

Yuu: We just need a candle and a very clear and big mirror~

Ace and Deuce:???

Later

Ace: WHAT THE HECK YUU?!??

Yuu: ?? Is something wrong??

Ace: YOU DIDN'T SAY THAT YOUR TUTOR IS A FREAKING BLOODY MARY!!!

Yuu: I didn't??

Deuce: Yuu... *grab Yuu's shoulders* IF YOU ARE THREATENED BY THIS SPIRIT YOU SHOULD TELL ME!!

Ace: WHAT GOOD ON TELLING YOU?! THEY SHOULD CALL A PRIEST OR EXORCISM!!!

Yuu: ??? But she is very docile...

Ace: IS A LADY WITH HER NECK AND EYES SHOOT UP SOME BLOOD WITH A VERY DARK EYES AND CREEPY SMILE SEEMS DOCILE TO YOU?!?!

Grim: Oh? Mary here!

The lady in the mirror waved while grinning. This freaks out the duo even more.

Yuu: You guys want to keep your voice down. Emel didn't like loud noise!

Ace: WHO THE HECK IS EM-

Their water drops from the ceiling and a few hair strands get into the Ace and Deuce view. Slowly they look at the bathroom ceiling only to find woman crawling with her eyes looking at them.

Another shrill can be heard that makes even Savanaclaw students close their ears. Ace and Deuce will take a bath in the Rose Maze for the next few months and will not step inside any bathroom.

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obislittleone · 2 years

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House Of Memories (10/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: very few tbh... it's just- it's really long.

Summary: Senator Amidala is given three jedi bodyguards after her life is sought after again. Obi-Wan, You, and Anakin must protect her, and figure out why her life is constantly in danger.

A/n: 22 hours from now i will be watching the next episode, and someone said they suspected we were gonna get a shirtless obi-wan (fingers fkn crossed). also thank you guys so much for your feedback, it means the world to me and I love seeing how everyone is enjoying the story! if there's anything specific you'd like to see in this series, please let me know, because I only have so many ideas tbh (although i still have a general plot following the next 12 years oop-)

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"Try to contain yourself, Anakin, it's just another mission," Obi-Wan sat down after delivering the news of your three's next assignment.

"Yes, but master, it's a mission with a pretty girl," You smirked across the room, earning a glare from your fellow padawan.

Anakin used the force to make the water you took a sip of flow faster, so you nearly choked on it. You set the cup down, throwing one of the pillows beside you in his direction. He looked so upset that you would possibly tease him about his nerves.

"You've never met her before, she's unlike anyone I know, and I haven't seen her since I was young."

"You still are young, Anakin," Obi-Wan wasn't really paying that much attention to the conversation anymore, as he'd picked up his holopad to check the schedule.

"You know what I mean. I was only a boy at the time," He corrected his earlier statement, standing up and beginning to pace around the room.

"So, what does that make you, now?" You chided, earning the return of the pillow that you'd launched at him. "Don't worry, Anakin. I'm sure the senator will think you are a man's man."

Your valiant attempt at poking fun at him was cut short when your master stood to his feet as well, walking between you both before a worse quarrel could commence in the living space.

"If you both are quite done, we're supposed to report to the senator and her team of security within the hour," He held out a hand to help you to your feet, and let you walk in front of him as you all made your way to the door.

It had been about two months since the kidnapping on Ryloth and the rescue from Hoth, and though it was a traumatic experience for all of you, it didn't take long to fall back into the swing of things.

There were however a few small gestures that had changed, knownst to you, yet somehow unmeaningful. The way Obi-Wan would keep his hand at the small of your back as you would walk through small corridors, the way he would pick up your hand in his and give it a gentle squeeze if he sensed you were anxious.

You dreamt the day he rescued you that he'd been so happy you were in his arms again that he kissed you, only once, and never again. It felt so much more real than your other dreams, but you chalked that up to the fact that he was actually there that time.

You thought about it often, how he could be so relieved to see you that he would go against the jedi code and make such an action of endearment, breaking the law of attachment completely. You knew he never would, so you quietly disregarded those thoughts, leaving them to the back of your mind for only the end of the day.

Obi-Wan thought about it often, too. Although he was ashamed of what he'd done in the moment, the longer he thought about it, the more he craved more actions such as those. He craved something more than a mentorship, and though it felt wrong in the presence of others, there were times, like when he would read to you in the library, when he could contemplate it being the best thing in the world. He knew that someday you would outgrow his teachings and become a knighted Jedi. He knew that at some point you wouldn't be so close to him as you were now, but if there was just the slightest chance that you felt the same way about him, he wanted to give you subtle hints. So subtle that perhaps they might go unseen, but enough to let you know he liked being that close to you, liked holding your hand or placing his hand at your waist when a stranger walked by.

He even helped wrap you in your cloak on the way out of the apartment just now, leading the way, but still making sure you walked next to him, not behind him. Anakin, bless him, in his state of current anxiety, was all too happy to bring up the rear.

The speeder ride to the senator's living accommodations was rather short, and though no one said anything, Anakin's presence left a thick tension in the air, even though you hadn't quite arrived at the real destination.

As soon as you all stepped into the elevator, Obi-Wan could feel how tight the space had become, and all because of Anakin and his worries. Though you teased him about it, you were very intrigued to know of this mystery woman that had him under such a predicament.

"You seem a little on edge," Obi-Wan said, and you snorted at his choice of words. 'A little' didn't even begin to compare.

"Not at all."

Standing on the other side of Anakin, you felt the need to soothe him, if only for the fact that you felt bad about your jokes before. You placed a hand at his shoulder, gripping it softly before letting it fall back to your side.

"I haven't seen you this tense since we fell into that nest of Gundarks," Obi-Wan continued. Surely, he knew what the trouble was, but as aforementioned, he hadn't really been paying attention until now.

"You were the ones who fell into that nightmare, master... And I rescued you, remember?"

Yes, you remembered it well. Although it was Obi-Wan who had clumsily fallen in, and you only slid after him because you lost your balance trying to grab him out of the way. You shuddered at the memory of mud caking your clothes and hands. You hated the feeling.

"Oh, yes," He chuckled under his breath, turning to see Anakin with his jaw and fists tightly clenched. "You're sweating. Relax, take a deep breath."

"I haven't seen her in ten years, Master."

Why did it matter so much to Anakin what this senator thought of him after ten years? He was an adult now and hadn't been when they met. Surely, she wouldn't still look at him as a small child, that would be completely foolish and ridiculous to believe.

"Here, let me help," you raised your hand to the back of his head, closing your eyes and focusing quickly, knowing there was little time before you would step out of the elevator. You detected the nerves, and how they rippled along his signature, causing bouts of fear to arise in him over the small build ups. You grabbed hold of a few of them, not sure if you could carry them all, and pulled them away from his mind, as always, leaving only good things that surrounded them instead.

"That's better, thank you."

You were greeted by the loud and obnoxious voice of Jar Jar Binks as soon as the doors opened. You had only met him once before, for diplomacy reasons, and always thought of him as a rambunctious fella. He was always great for a good laugh whenever in anyone's presence, you could surely say that.

He led you all into the main room, where a group of people surrounded one lovely woman, the senator. You were certain it was her, because even you were captivated by her beauty almost instantly. You well understood what Anakin had been fearing all this time. He feared rejection. He had to have. She was so lovely, and if he felt for her the way you thought he did, it meant he didn't want to lose favor in her sight.

"It's lovely to see you again, malady," Obi-Wan greeted, and you were sure that when you looked over at him, he would be enraptured by her as well. He... wasn't. How strange.

"It's been far too long, Master Kenobi," she smiled, and oh how her eyes shined like stars when she did. "...Ani? My goodness you've grown."

"So have you," Anakin replied, stepping forward with a look on his face you knew all too well. He was trying to be smooth... oh no. "Far more beautiful I mean..."

You raised your eyebrows and widened your eyes in surprise. He was so nervous only a minute ago, he never would have said anything like that. You mentally thanked yourself for helping him in the elevator, seeming that you also helped yourself to be entertained.

"Well, for a senator I mean."

???

What did he think that was going to fix? He certainly hadn't rehearsed his words to her, which was a bit strange, because you remember when he had a crush on another padawan a few years back, and he practiced talking to her in the refresher mirror. He was upset that you caught him, hence the schedule that Obi-Wan had promptly put in place.

The senator seemed to be amused by his antics, as were you, and everyone else in the room.

"Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine."

Oh man. Oh man. Did she just-?

Well now you felt bad for him. He had clearly been excited to see her again, albeit nervous, and she just shot him down as if he were an enemy fighter ship.

"I'm sorry if I don't recognize you, but have we met before?" She asked, turning to you, and you were quick to forget about Anakin and offer her a kind smile.

"I believe I have never had the pleasure, Malady. I am Master Obi-Wan's second padawan, I've been training with Anakin for the past several years," you bowed to her with respect, but she wasn't one for formalities, you could tell. You sensed it in her.

"How wonderful to hear, I didn't know a Jedi Master could obtain more than a single padawan at once," She seemed a bit confused, and for good reason, but Obi-Wan was quick to step in and clear it up for her.

"She was my designated padawan before Anakin had come to the order, so the council was gracious enough to allow me the honor or training them both."

The way he spoke was always so entrancing. The way he worded his sentences and made them flow like poetry every time he talked. You let your eyes linger on him a bit too long, and it was only when his turned back to you that you broke out of it. Everyone's eyes landed on you again, and it appeared you had missed a question.

"I'm sorry, I missed that," your face became red with embarrassment, and you waited for whoever it was to repeat the question again.

"I was wondering about your Jedi class. Are you a guardian like Master Obi-Wan and Anakin?" The senator asked with a gentle a patient look on her face. You could tell she was a kind leader, and probably beloved by all... except those who were trying to kill her.

"Oh, I'm a consular, although I sense I have some guardian tendencies," you answered, and when you glanced back at Obi-Wan, he was still looking at you with a proud smile. You loved that smile, dammit.

"How exciting, I'm sure everyone in the order is proud to have two such promising future Jedi," she commented, leading everyone into the sitting area to discuss the terms of this assignment.

Not everyone, you thought, knowing that practically the entire council, outside of Master Yoda were not in your favor.

The conversation from this point forward bored you to no end. Running security was not your forte, you much preferred diplomatic missions, where you got to converse on specific topics that otherwise would be forbidden in the order. It was frowned upon that any Jedi have a political opinion, or at least a public stance on one. You weren't exactly into politics, but you enjoyed including yourself in debates when it came to rather intellectual company. Obi-Wan could definitely attest to the fact that you were good at arguing, as well as Anakin, too.

At one point in the discussion, Anakin spoke out about how useless your three's presence was, on account of local security already being there. He was looking into more of an investigation type of assignment, and apparently, this was not what he was hoping for. To be fair, you would much rather be on the hunt for the person that was in charge of initiating these assassination attacks, but you were also looking forward to getting to know the senator. She seemed to be a kind and intelligent woman, whom you would very much enjoy the company of.

"Perhaps with merely your presence, the mystery surrounding this threat will be revealed," she finished the conversation gracefully, standing to her feet and excusing herself to retire.

You and Obi-Wan were following along with the security officer in charge of the senator's day to day travels, making sure you were clear on what the plans for tonight were, but you both overheard Anakin talking about the senator, Padme, as he had called her.

"You're focusing on the negative Anakin, be mindful of your thoughts... She was pleased to see us," Obi-Wan encouraged his distraught padawan, and you couldn't help but smile at the way Anakin had behaved on her behalf. He had it bad. "Now, let's check the security."

You were sleeping soundly, laid on the couch in the middle of the night when Obi-Wan returned upstairs.

Anakin had assured you he was fine to take first watch, or any watch for that matter, and knowing how he presumably felt for the senator, you knew you could entrust her into his capable hands while you caught a bit of sleep.

"Has she been out long?" Obi-Wan asked, sitting down beside you for only a moment, resting the back of his hand against the skin of your cheek, before running two fingers through the unruly strands of your hair.

"Only about a half hour or so," Anakin responded, pacing the room with an ounce of boredom clouding his mind.

After Anakin explained to Obi-Wan that Padme had suggested to use herself as bait, Obi-Wan grew a bit more tense with his padawan's decision to allow it.

"I can sense everything going on in that room," he promised, showing his master his confidence in a situation of danger. It scared Obi-Wan, if only slightly, that he wasn't showing as much restraint in this mission as he was supposed to. "Trust me."

Obi-Wan wanted to trust him, really, he did. He wanted to be able to say he was ready for something like this. Normally, he would be considered so, but due to the special circumstances concerning Padme, and Anakin's ever-growing arrogance, Obi-Wan simply couldn't let him take the lead on this one.

Later in the night, Obi-Wan took watch, but Anakin never laid to rest. When he was questioned of it, it was revealed that he was suffering yet again with bad dreams. Ones of his mother.

"Dreams pass in time," was Obi-Wan's response, but it was hardly the truth. He knew the extent of what his and your dreams normally went to, and they never just stopped, but more so got worse as they went on.

"She's been good to help me all this time, I can't bring myself to ask any more of her," Anakin nodded to you, sleeping soundly, dreaming of a specific pair of cerulean blue eyes whilst you snored softly.

"She cares for you more than she will admit," Obi-Wan smiled with a shake of his head. He loved it when you teased Anakin, because it kept him somewhat grounded. You had always been rather humble about your abilities, though in comparison to others, there was so much you could do, including help Anakin with the nightmares.

"She has them too, doesn't she?" Anakin asked, almost certain he knew the answer. He'd heard you next door to him a couple times and had heard Obi-Wan leave his room to tend to you.

"Sometimes," he confessed. He didn't want to expose you, but he knew there was no harm in letting him know he wasn't alone in his struggle.

"Does she ever tell you what they're about?"

Obi-Wan remembered one of the nights you awoke, crying and clinging to him, as you often did in that state of panic. He remembered asking you what happened, and you were very quick to comply. You'd told him that talking about it in the open air always helped ease your mind. Telling him of the things you knew weren't real as he held you, so that you could get it off your chest.

"Us, mostly."

Anakin furrowed his brows and turned his head to you. You had rolled over, and your hair was now falling in mops off the cushion of the couch. You were like his sister, and he cared for you deeply, and he didn't like the idea of you worrying over him in your dreams.

"Sometimes the only thing that can help her sleep again is to feel our signatures near her own."

Anakin thought about that sentence for a moment. He was almost comforted in his own dismay at the fact that you sought comfort in his and Obi-Wan's force presence.

"I don't mean this as a slight to you Anakin, but perhaps you could learn something from her. She keeps herself centered, and shuts out the distractions," Obi-Wan said, unaware that he himself were the biggest distraction you had ever faced. It would do you well to know that he hadn't noticed it, or rather, was ignoring that it could even be a possibility.

"I'm sure I could learn much from her, she's gifted with the force in ways the council does not recognize."

Obi-Wan soon after had changed the subject, unwilling to discuss your constant problems with the council, or rather, the constant problems they seemed to pick with you. It went on for several minutes more before both heads snapped towards the room, and you sat up from your slumber, startled by a riff in the force.

"I sense it, too," Obi-Wan said, and they both lunged for the room immediately.

Upon entry, Anakin jumped onto the bed, killing two small creatures who were being used to do immense harm to the senator, who had also been startled awake by all the commotion.

You were late to run into the room, and barely caught sight of Obi-Wan as he jumped out the window, grabbing hold of the droid that seemed to be a culprit in delivering the death trap.

"Stay here with the senator, I'll go get him," Anakin told you, running out of the room soon after he came. You were in a mess of confusion, still hazy from just waking up, and went over to Padme to see if there was anything she needed. Her lady maids were by her side, so you stood at the edge of the bed to ask:

"Are you alright?"

She seemed to be calming down from a rush of adrenaline, and you could sense her heart beating rapidly, even now, when the threat had initially been disposed of.

"Yes, I am," she answered, her hand over her chest, but she didn't sound convincing. She kept looking around the room, as if she was subconsciously searching for something.

You nodded anyway, stepping back until she dismissed the others away, claiming that you would be fine enough to protect her until the others returned.

"I thank you for your confidence in me, Malady," you sat on the bench that was near her bed, looking out the broken glass window and watching everything with an attuned sense.

"Anyone trained by Master Kenobi must be fit to protect me," she offered, noticing the awkward way you sat and patted the space beside her for you to join.

You did so thankfully, nodding your respects and getting comfortable.

"I'm happy to be in your service, and I hope to be of aid to you in this whole mess," you said, chuckling with your words to hopefully put her at ease. You had stretched your force presence around her as well, hopefully making a difference in her ongoing speedy heartrate.

"I'm very grateful to you all, I know you would probably have other, more exciting assignments right now if it wasn't for me."

"On the contrary, I am thrilled to have a chance to get to know a senator," you smiled, pausing to decide whether or not you should test the waters of her thoughts of your colleague. "I presume Anakin is on cloud nine just being able to see you again. He seems to admire you."

"I suppose he does... I remember when we first met, he asked me if I was an angel," she said, laughing slightly at the memory. You rolled your eyes, because that was absolutely something Anakin would do, even as a boy. "He said I was beautiful."

"I suppose you still think of him as that little boy you met," you were being sneaky, or at least you thought you were. She didn't exactly know where you were headed, but by now had figured out that you were acting on Anakin's interest.

"I'm not sure. He's definitely changed... he's much taller now," she joked, and even you were a bit surprised. Here she was, senator of Naboo, having just survived an assassination attempt, and she was laughing about your fellow padawan, which just so happened to be your favorite past-time.

"As someone who has had to share a living space with him for ten years, I can assure you the only thing that has changed was his height."

She was so easy to talk to, and you could already feel yourself allowing a connection to her, something you did with very few people. Not because you didn't trust them, but often times because they couldn't seem to trust you. You wondered why she was so quick to address you so plainly, as if you had been friends all your lives. You supposed she was just kind that way.

It was nearing sunrise before you had finally been able to tire her out enough that she felt safe to sleep again. It was also the time that Obi-Wan and Anakin had returned.

"Where have you been? What happened?" You approached them with a certain tone of voice, they knew not to beat around the bush. You weren't demanding, but direct, and the look on your face was stern.

"We chased the assassin into a bar in the city. We tried to interrogate, but she was shot by a bounty hunter, whom we think is responsible for all the attempts on senator Amidala's life."

"Do you know where the bounty hunter left to?" You put the pieces together rather fast, and given that said hunter was not in their capture, you knew it was likely that he got away.

"We're not sure, but he left us a clue. I have a friend I can speak with about it, but until then, we need to only worry about getting the senator off world," Obi-Wan said, stepping past you and going to speak with Padme's head officer.

Anakin seemed distraught, and when he sat down on the couch behind him, his shoulders sank.

"Hey lover boy," you quickly regretted the choice of words for the glare you soon received after they were uttered. "Calm down, I have good news."

"No, you don't," he gave you a second look you knew all too well. He was annoyed and preparing for you to tell him something that was meant as a prank.

"Yes, actually. I do," you sat across from him and smiled cheekily. Now he was really afraid. You were up to something, that much he could tell. "I spoke with Padme."

"She asked you to call her Padme?" he asked with a certain jealousy that was completely unwarranted.

"That's not the point. We spoke about you," you watched to see if he would connect the dots, but he only looked at you, an inquisition upon his features. "I think, and I could be wrong, but she gave me strong reason to believe that she might find interest in you now that you're grown."

"You're playing games with me again," his face dropped, and he moved to stand up, but you pushed him back in his seat, looking at him completely serious, now.

"I am not, I promise."

Well, you were good for your word, and he knew because you'd always kept your promises to him before, however small. You felt it was a good part of character to be a woman of your word. This changed things, and Anakin smiled widely, soon letting you mirror him.

"Well then I guess I will be acquiring your help," he said, standing and offering you a hand to your feet as well.

"Help with what?" You mused, following him into the next room.

"Winning over the lovely senator."

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Pretty Doll • Armin Artlert x sub black reader

“Let me add you to my collection.”

⚠️ kinks/warnings ⚠️: corruption and control, degradation and praise, bondage/restraints, controlled vibrator, toys, bulging, choking, slapping, throat training, overstimulation, spitting, breeding and squirting

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"Yeah, for sure!—right, I know. Well, we won't be able to make it tonight but we'll definitely be there tomorrow!"

Armin sat on the couch, talking on his cell phone as the television glared back at him.

he was having a conversation with one of his friends and seemingly the time of his life as well.

"Oh no, something important just came up and she had to reschedule last minute. You know how her job is."

meanwhile, next to him was a very helpless and disheveled (y/n), whimpering and crying for mercy.

"Oh God!"

on the other end, the voice could be heard asking

"What was that noise?"

he'd simply evade the question with a laugh and another lie.

"Just some movie (y/n)'s got playing. She's into that scary, horror shit for some reason."

turning his head slowly, he'd place his finger to his lips, still smiling to tell you to be quiet.

just as he did that, he'd press his thumb to a button and a jolt of vibration rattled your body yet again.

through gagged lips, you'd yelp from behind the ball and leather straps attached to your cheeks.

he wasn't even phased by it, just carrying on his talk as if nothing was wrong.

you on the other hand were a pooling mess of cum and saliva;

bound and gagged with a vibrator toying with your most sensitive areas.

your legs were completely spread with intricate knots binding your ankles to your upper thighs.

your wrists tied together behind your back and you had nowhere to go.

while he was still on the phone, he'd reach over and flick your stiffened nipples before reaching down to quickly swirl his tongue over them.

he was determined to make you crazy before the night's end.

as that vibrating toy worked your insides, he'd slowly rub on your clit and not even look in your direction.

your head was falling back and it was becoming harder to hold in those orgasms.

but you knew better than to even think about releasing.

how you found yourself in this situation?

only one could wonder but the answer was simple.

your slick ass mouth, that's why!

after being together for so long, you start to learn a person for who they really are.

you learn their likes, dislikes, what upsets them, what makes them sad and if you're unlucky enough..what makes them tick.

that thing for Armin just so happened to be messing with his prized collection of action figures.

which you thought was the most adorable thing!

he had been gathering them since he was a child; some of them even worth thousands of dollars!

however, you didn't give a damn about that or the potential consequences when you decided to go in his storage room and tinker with them.

you didn't break them (well..maybe one) but you wanted to teach him a lesson so you rearranged them all, boxed some up and told him you gave them away.

this wasn't the lighthearted joke you expected it to be.

which, in your defense, the entire catalyst for this whole ordeal was him spilling your hair products and trying to cover it up,

getting up in the middle of the night and absentmindedly eating your snacks and lunch for the next day.

sometimes, he'd leave the toilet seat up and you'd fall in, hell, he even watched your favorite show without you!

all of this could have been chocked up to what men were notorious for; not paying attention!

even your friends complained about their boyfriends and husbands doing the same thing and granted, it drove you all crazy.

but you still loved them regardless.

however, when he started neglecting you in the bedroom as well for some damn toys, you were about to beat his ass!

one night, it caused an argument where you told him that he'd rather play with dolls than you because his dick was trash and he wasn't a real man.

which was cap but you wanted to piss him off because he had irritated you.

and if that wasn't enough salt in the wound, when he didn't seem to get it, you stopped answering his calls for the whole day.

and when you finally did answer, you played the sounds of some random moaning to make it sound as if you were with another man.

this sent him into a tailspin obviously!

you knew relationships didn't always come with perfection and no problems but you had just set gas to a very tiny flame

and unbeknownst to you, you had a very huge explosion coming.

you were off today so you spent it doing some light housework and looking over papers for work.

thinking nothing of what you had done.

you must've been more exhausted than you thought so you fell asleep on the couch.

when you woke up, you were in for one hell of a shock.

you were tied up and being fucked with a vibrator!

and the culprit was your husband, who was ready to make you pay for your shenanigans.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow, man. I've got something to take care of.."

finally, that call disconnected and you had his full attention.

with an arm draped around the back of your shoulder, he'd gently stroke your tear stained cheek and lean over to give it a kiss.

"Oh, princess..look at you. There's no need to cry..you look so cute like this."

pressing that clicker again, you'd scream to the top of your lungs but it fell on deaf ears.

"Let it out, I know...but if you cum, I'll fucking ruin you so choose wisely."

he was enjoying the sight of watching you squirm around and beg.

cream was dripping all over that couch and your panties were soaked but he wasn't ready to give you a break yet.

he found it so amusing and only planned to make it worse.

turning back to stroke your clit, the band of his gold wristwatch rested on your torso and he made you look him directly in the eye.

"Tell me, princess..what exactly were you hoping to accomplish by doing all of this? Were you trying to hurt me? Piss me off? Hmm, answer me."

his tone was so soft spoken and light but behind that cheerfulness was a man ready to corrupt you beyond comprehension.

"Speak."

snatching your moving head back to him, he'd slowly tug that gag down and smile at you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, just let me cum—"

"Wrong answer, my love..back in we go."

quickly gagging you again, he'd go back to stroking your clit.

he was in your ear, teasing you like hell and fucking with your head.

"I think you're confused, baby..you see, you don't get to talk anymore. You don't get to think, laugh or do anything that I don't grant you permission. That's a privilege you'll earn back, if I'm feeling nice."

he'd keep stroking your clit and toying with your vibrator to his hearts content.

"You're right, I love my toys and you're next to be broken in..my pretty little sex doll. We're going to have so much fun tonight."

leaning down, he spat on the already drenched folds and keep toying with your bud until he was ready.

you couldn't handle another second, and he had needs as well so after a few more minutes..

"..Cum..cum for me right fucking now.."

even his voice had a different tone to it and it was making you insane.

curling your toes and biting down on that ball gag, you'd scream as that orgasm came barreling out.

your panties were soaked beyond repair and the leather sofa was dripping in your sex.

you'd flail around and cry out as he watched you.

he was thoroughly ecstatic about seeing you in this state.

"Good girl..look at the mess you made. A nice warmup if I say so myself."

he was going to fucking kill you because you were already overstimulated!

you were huffing and puffing, breathing so heavily but he had plans to calm you down.

"I don't even know what I want to do with you..but I think I'll take this slutty little face first."

stepping closer, he began to unbuckle his pants and unfasten the button to get them down.

he'd gently stroke your head; brushing tiny pieces of hair behind your ear and treating you so delicately.

it was definitely his way of playing mind games but you loved it.

he'd even take that gag out and lean down to kiss you passionately.

moaning, tongue and all..your brain couldn't make sense of how he felt!

at this point, you knew better than to talk to so you sat there, waiting.

when he pulled back, he'd gently slap you and smile.

"You want some spit in that pretty mouth, babydoll? Might want to make sure it's nice and wet for me..you know I love when it's messy."

lovingly stroking your cheek, he'd kiss you yet again and grant you permission to talk.

"You can answer. Speak."

"Yes daddy, thank you.."

"You're welcome, babydoll."

he'd grant your wish and let a string of saliva drip down into your mouth.

gently tapping your cheek again, he'd this time kiss your forehead and tilt your head.

"Close it back up and don't let that drip out until it's on my dick, understand?"

you'd nod your head fast; signaling that you understand.

"That's my good girl. Now sit tight."

one by one, he'd peel those articles of clothing off of his body until he was completely nude.

propping his leg up on the couch beside you, he'd put his hand behind your head and pull it forward.

he'd tilt it to the perfect angle and then let you open your mouth.

you were dripping saliva but he quickly filled it with his member.

he'd make a couple quick pumps before tugging it back out in an instant.

you were panting like crazy but it was apparent that you wanted more.

and he did too!

"...fuck..kiss that tip, baby. Show me how grateful you are to be sucking it."

he was massaging the back of your head as you placed gentle pecks on the head and shaft.

soft grunts and moans rose from his lips but he remained in control.

the look in your eyes are what drove him really wild but he couldn't slip just yet.

"Just like that, yesss...it feels so good. Stick your tongue out for me.."

with a smile on your face, you'd do exactly that and he'd thrust in your mouth.

he was going steady, working it in and out slowly.

the thrusts started out slow and then eventually, sped up until you were taking every inch into the back of your throat.

his goal was to train your throat to conform to his shape without choking on it.

"You're so—ahh fuck, take all of it. Suck that cum out of me! Like a good whore."

soft gagging sounds and moans were arising from your windpipe and soon, you were a sopping mess of spit and cum.

you had found your pace and was working him for all he had.

Armin on the other hand was having a hard time holding it together.

that dominant persona was slowly starting to slip but he fought against it.

grasping both sides of your head, he'd bob it up and down before holding it in place and spewing a load of his seed down your throat.

when he pulled out, the mixture was drooling from your mouth and spilling onto your chest

"Oh my gosh!...fuck!..you're so slutty, I love it."

you were already disheveled but he wasn't going to stop until you were completely wrecked.

breathing heavily, he took a moment to regain his composure but once he did, you were in for it.

pulling you around so that get between your legs, he placed his hands gently on your thighs and tugged your panties to the side.

you were an aching, dripping mess and he planned to make it even bigger.

that vibrator that had been long since shut off was slowly pulled out of you so he could fill it himself.

your arms were still restrained behind your back so you were utterly helpless to whatever he was going to do.

at the moment, he was working himself in his palm and tapping it against your slit.

he was smiling because he knew he was going to fuck you senseless and there was nothing you could do.

"I guess you earned the privilege to keep that gag off..but only because I want to hear you moan."

that grin on his face was so devilish at the moment that you had to question your actions.

he was an entirely different person but you, strangely enough, loved it!

even at your own expense.

"..that's right, I want you to hear you beg for this dick."

he'd lay that elongated length across your pelvis and your lower stomach.

he'd rub it there a few times before bringing it to your slit to tease it and tap it against you.

"..beg like it's the only thing you need to survive."

it'd make you shudder but in a good way; biting your lip because you were really sensitive.

"Mmm..fuck! Please, give it to me..I need you to fuck me so bad!"

he was so amused hearing the urgency in your voice but it wasn't enough quite yet.

his tip was brushing your clit and rubbing your folds currently, just aching to be inside of you.

"More, baby. Keep going..keep talking to me."

you'd whimper underneath him and arch your back at the teasing but you'd do that nonetheless.

"Please, I need you inside of me! I need to be full of your cum..please daddy. Use me."

that last sentence seemed to have piqued his interested.

Armin would smirk yet again and start guiding that thick length into your tight, quivering hole.

"...well, since you asked so nicely."

all at once, you found yourself impaled on every inch.

your eyes shot wide open and a single sharp breath caught as he pushed his hips forward.

he was buried deep in your hilt and very stiff so it was a lot at once.

"Don't look so surprised! You did this to me..you fucking—"

as he began to thrust, he'd turn his head away from you so that he didn't go too fast or lose his cool.

seeing those sexy faces would only drive him crazy.

"...g'ahh! It's so good, baby..but you know that, don't you?"

that little compliment would make you smile.

for a moment, it'd seem he'd soften and just focus on pleasing you.

he'd lean down and get only inches from your face to kiss you passionately.

his strokes were so smooth and making your legs tremble with each one.

with those sloppy tongue kisses and slow pace, you were going to be completely addicted to this man.

Armin stroked your cheek and just doted on you with affirming words as he got deeper in your walls.

"You know you can get anything you want from me with this pussy..oh my god."

soon, those thrusts were beginning to become a little faster and he was still feeding you kisses in the process.

but along with your high pitched whimpers, he was moaning and grunting in the process.

it was apparent that he was trying to maintain his pace but you had him faltering.

that creamy wetness was all over his shaft and the sloshing sounds were his weakness.

"Oh my gosh! Keep fucking me..harder, please! It feels so goddamn good!"

gently pulling your head down, he'd make you watch it slide in and out; the indent pressing through your stomach.

"You know, for dick that was supposed to be trash, you can't stop begging for it. What's the truth?"

you knew had fucked up and was now having to eat your words.

but he knew you didn't mean any of it, it was just the heat of the moment.

"I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry! I was only kidding! Please..fuck!"

you were utterly helpless and at his will for the time being so he was going to enjoy it.

when you'd start to feel yourself on the brink of climax, he'd completely stop and pull out.

he was stroking himself in his palm and had the most condescending smile on his face.

"It's okay, princess, I forgive you!—"

mid sentence, he'd tap himself against your sensitive folds and rub it across the area.

"But, I'm not letting you off that easy. I want to hear some more of that begging."

you'd wince underneath him at the constant tapping and teasing.

your legs were already to the equivalent of rubber so anymore, and you wouldn't be able to move.

"Come on, earn it..tell me how much you need this dick. Like you can't live without it."

you were so frustrated and wrecked at this point that you had no other option.

(y/n) was dripping everywhere, yet trying to restrain that orgasm to avoid any further punishment.

you'd plead and moan with everything you had until he was convinced.

you begged him to use how he saw fit and fuck you as roughly as he wanted.

so with that, he filled you up yet again.

this time, he was grasping the arm of the couch behind you and pounding you with all he had.

screams and moans rolled out of your mouth and he was quick to catch them with more sloppy kissing.

this man was fucking up your insides like he never wanted you to walk again!

"(Y/N), (Y/N)..baby. Be careful what you ask for. You should be thankful I'm in such a good mood..because if I wasn't, I'd make you hold it until you passed out."

still shoving himself in between those tight walls and growing closer himself, he'd lean down and get in your face.

"But since I'm a nice guy..cum for me, nut all over this fucking dick and thank me when you do it!"

he was holding it still inside of you as he watched your eyes roll back and your body lose all control.

another loud scream rose from your lips and you rode out that climax on his shaft.

you'd begin squirting and couldn't stop if you wanted to.

"OH FUCK! FUCK! Thank you, daddy! Thank you so much for letting me cum!"

you were literally left in shambles at the feeling of it all but he was just getting started.

"Good girllll..cumming for me like such a good little slut. I'm actually proud."

you were so out of it that his words went completely ignored but he wasn't having it so he grabbed you by your throat and gave you some slight slaps to the cheek.

"Hey, hey! You don't think I'm done, do you? Get the fuck up.."

the sheer calmness in his voice was sort of threatening but such a turn on as well.

he decided that he was going to hold out on his orgasm to make sure he filled you twice as much.

tugging you up, Armin reached behind your back and undone that restraint that bound your wrists.

"Are you tired? Don't want to go anymore?.."

"I-I can't-

he'd say, mocking and taunting you as you lay there speechless and spent.

your eyes were fluttering open and shut and your breathing was heavy but that made him no difference.

he was going to completely break your brain no matter what.

slowly but surely though, you were earning your privileges back.

even if he was still handling you roughly; switching your positions so that he was sitting down now and he'd place you on top of him.

your legs were still tied up and but you could at least balance yourself with your hands.

"..too fucking bad, bitch. I have yet to cum and I'm just dying to put it all in that pretty little pussy of yours."

instructing you to hook your arm around the back of his neck, he balanced you by his arms hooked underneath your thighs and begin guiding you up and down.

"..so drain me..suck it out of me with that fat little cunt.”

the sounds of smacking hit on impact for every thrust and they only grew louder over time.

"Take it..take every inch, baby..until I can't even see it."

he'd turn your head around and keep kissing him with each stroke.

no matter how mad he was at you, he still couldn't resist those lips.

the way you both moaned into it made the moment so intense.

as the pounding sped up, he'd find himself letting out loud groans and he was the helpless one now.

you felt so good from that angle that it was making him insane.

on the other hand, you could barely speak or function from the pleasure.

slamming his dick repeatedly into your core, (y/n) doubled over and finally released a loud cry out.

but it was one of pure satisfaction and you took whatever he threw at you.

"Thank you! Thank you for fucking me so good..oh my gosh!"

"Yo-you brought it out of me, baby..you made me this fucking crazy.."

but nonetheless, even though he was wavering himself, he was going to fuck you until it was no longer physically possible.

the last stretch was followed by him using you like a flesh light and pumping faster.

sweat was beading and trickling down his forehead which was a clear sign that he was close.

meanwhile, your cream was dripping down his shaft something serious.

neither of you could withstand another minute so he decided it was time.

sticking his fingers in your mouth, he'd make you drool until the digits were coated and then he brought them to your clit.

"Let's cum, princess, together and when I tell you, let it out. Understand?"

"Yes, yes!"

with your word, he rubbed large circles on that protruding bud and grunted in your ear.

he was sucking his teeth and going his fastest when he gave you the signal.

"Cum on this dick, cum on this fucking—do it right now!"

as soon as he gave the command, you didn't disappoint.

you clamped down and drenched him in your fluids; crying and whimpering in the process.

but he had a present of his own because shortly after, you heard helpless grunts fill your ear and your words didn't help it!

"Cum in me, daddy! Nut in this pussy.."

just then, warm semen pour into your womb.

"FUCK! It feels so fucking good!"

he was a complete wreck but as that load poured inside of you, he had another.

he had held himself back just to make sure you were full of his nut when he finished.

"I'm not done, I'm not done! Still cumming—AHH FUCK!"

a second load spilled into your insides and it was so much it was seeping out.

he'd simply throw his head back and process that mind blowing orgasm he had just experienced because of you.

you both were absolutely done for and was sure to be knocked out after this.

but once you both came to, he'd tilt your head up and kiss you one last time.

and his admiration and passion for it was so apparent in it.

"You know I love you, right? I love you so much, (y/n)..even if I have a hell of a way of showing it."

you'd stroke the sides of his cheek and return the pecks.

truthfully, he was the sweetest man on the planet and although you had provoked one another to get to this point, you didn't regret a second.

"I love you too, baby. And I'm so sorry about your collection, I never should've done that."

"And I'm sorry for not giving you the attention you deserved. You're the most important thing in my life and it's all that matters."

you were both madly in love and something as simple as a toy wasn't going to stop that.

after some time of recuperating, he'd set you down and get up, putting his pants on to go upstairs.

"Here, let's get your legs untied because I know they're tired. I'll go run you a bath while you rest and you can come up when you're ready. How's that sound?"

he'd say, giving you more kisses to make you fawn over him.

"Sounds lovely..except one problem."

"What's that?"

he'd ask as he was unfastening the knots.

"I don't think I can walk at the moment."

in that moment, he'd just laugh and peck your forehead.

"Then my job here is done.."

as he got up, he'd head upstairs but not without another slick ass remark.

"Now you can't go touching my shit again."

you'd just smack your lips and smirk at him as he went upstairs.

he had won this round but you'd be ready for him next time.

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hanniejji · 2 years

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white blooms and smiles

[ big brother!kazuha x little sibling!reader ]

summary: traveling with your brother takes you to mondstad, the city of freedom and wind. it's also home to a flower called cecilias, and what better gift to give your brother other than a flower crown?

note: anon's ask really made my brain go brrrr on this | m.list

words: 821 | warnings: n/a

"maple, what are you doing?"

kazuha watches you run around the landscape of starsnatch cliff, a soft smile on his face as he keep his eyes glued on your small figure. the last time he took his eyes off of you for just a few seconds, you had successfully gotten yourself in a geovishap's den in liyue.

he can still feel how his heart leaped out of his chest when he heard its roar and your cry for his name. his fingers still tremble a little at the memory. since then, he had been extra careful with letting you explore the area.

you really are his little sibling. just as adventurous and just as curious.

too curious for my own peace of mind, he'd answer with a tired sigh when someone pointed the similarities to him.

he lay down on the grass, grunting at the numb ache on his back and closing his eyes, his ears listening attentively to your footsteps and noises. moments like this—peaceful and undisturbed by mobs and people—makes him feel very nostalgic. just like it used to be when he would take a nap on a warm rock with your baby form in his arms, tired after his sword practice and from playing with you.

the breeze on starsnatch cliff felt very cool to the skin, the sun wasn't glaring at him with its bright rays and the grass doesn't feel like blades poking his arms. everything felt serene.

it wouldn't hurt to nap just for a bit, right? the wind will alert him of your presence.

he spent almost half an hour like that in stasis, almost falling asleep until he heard the patter of your feet making its way to his direction and the sound of you shuffling around to sit right next to him.

his lips tug upwards, he can feel your stare burning on his face.

"onii-san," you whispered, careful not to shout if he really was asleep.

deciding to tease you a little bit, he stayed still, not responding when you whispered his name for the second time. he didn't have to open his eyes to know that you're pouting, soft little hands fidgeting with your sleeves and your puppy eyes staring at him.

a poke on his shoulder broke him from his teasing, peaking an eye open to see just what he expected your face to look like.

"yes?"

you perked up with a large grin—fuck, i think the sun just got brighter, he thought.

"i made something for you!"

"oh?" he pushed himself up on his hands, turning to you, "and what might that be? please tell me it's not another one of those discarded hilichurl shields. you know i can protect us both without one," he teased, loving the pout on your face and your little whining noises.

"hey! it was to protect you while fighting!"

"hilichurl shields are not durable, maple," he pats your head, chuckling at your dramatic 'hmp' while pretending to turn away from him. "so, what is this gift you were talking about?"

you look up at him nervously for a second while he patiently waits for the reveal. your hands reached for something behind you.

"onii-san, can you lower your head for a bit?"

"hm?" he does so in a heartbeat. just a few seconds passed, he felt you place something light and circular on his head, your clumsy hands fixing it around his hair and making a noise of agreement as if you're proud of what you just did.

once he's sure you're done, he raises his head and a hand reaches up to feel around his hair.

"flowers?"

"i made you a flower crown!" you proudly present a smaller one—made of cecilias and a few dandelions between the white blooms—placing it on top of your head, "a gift for my beloved hard working brother!" you beamed, eyes closing with how big your smile is, "and now we match!"

he can feel the onslaught of tears behind his eyes, the smile on his face matching yours, albeit softer and more warm. later, he can make numerous haikus on how precious this moment is for him, but at this exact moment with just the two of you—two pairs of matching scarlet eyes under the rays of the afternoon sun and the cool breeze of the city of freedom, wearing identical flower crowns and sharing the same warm and radiant smile that can rival the sun—all he can muster is a quiet whisper of gratitude and a kiss on the top of your head, fixing the smaller crown on you.

"do you like it?" you asked once you're set on his lap, fiddling with a cecilia flower whilst he watches over you, still wearing the same smile from when you gave him the flower crown.

"i love it, maple."

oh he loves it, alright. and he will not take it off until it's wilted away.

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sagau-fruit-bowl · 2 years

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This is part six of The Guide! A series about 'what if SAGAU [Name] wasn't the creator, but simply is the only person with power like that who has tried to help Teyvat?'

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

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Aether had set out that morning a bit unsettled. The Guide had been going back and forth quite a lot, appearing for a moment only to leave for another hour.

That and the current state of Teyvat left him feeling a bit on edge.

Earthquakes had become a lot more common recently, the weather changing at a moment's notice to the same thing all over Teyvat, not to mention the light show from the night before.

It looked different than when The Guide played with the stars, instead of a handful of stars, the number slowly growing, it started out of nowhere, the entire sky lighting up with shooting star upon shooting star.

Aether wouldn't normally worry, he had seen meteor showers before but nobody knew this was coming, and this didn't look quite right.

The stars continued even after the sun rose, it was difficult to see but still very much present.

The Traveler had been on his way to Mondstadt that morning to speak with other vessels, ask if any of them had felt The Guide's pulls, but he didn't make it that far before getting an answer to his questions.

Not long before he entered Mondstadt land, the meteors stopped. They look this as a sign of goodwill and kept walking, he debated making a quick pass by a statue of the seven to offer up the oculus he had found before deciding The Guide wouldn't take kindly to him making an offering without them and so he simply kept his eyes on the road.

Until he heard a scream, that is. He wanted to roll his eyes, fully aware it was likely another traveler being attacked by Hirlichurls. He planned to ignore it, you know, like the average person, but Paimon made a noise of panic and grabbed his hand, attempting to pull him in the direction of the noise.

"Woah now, calm down Paimon. What's the rush?" He asked with a bit of a laugh to his voice, he'd never seen Paimon so worried but it wasn't much different than other incidents, he'd handle it if she wanted but there was no need to be so pushy.

Paimon's cheeks grew red from anger as she just kept pulling, Aether followed along, confused but willing to humor his dearly beloved friend.

Paimon spoke up after he started following, speaking so quickly that Aether wasn't sure he was keeping up. "You have to help them. I know that voice anywhere. They could be hurt! What if we can't help?! We have to help. Paimon will help too!"

To Aether, it all just went in one of his ears and out the other, the speed making it difficult to follow, but, Aether was relatively sure he got the basics. Paimon knew this person and wanted to help them.

He nodded in understanding. A friend of Paimon's was a friend of his and even without [Name] by his side, he'd help in any way he could. Maybe he'd have new artifacts or ascension materials that they could put to use on him.

Aether drew his sword and approached quietly, being in the middle of enemies when he began the fight tended to make the damage he could do a lot easier.

He paused however, when he finally found the source of the unsettling scream, a person, as expected, but with no enemies in sight.

Animals seemed to come out of the grass from all sides to get closer to this unknown figure.

[Skin tone] skin nearly glowing in sunlight and a soft smile across their face as each creature pressed its face against any portion of their body that the critters could reach.

Then they spoke, and Aether felt his heart, that had sped up at the beautiful sight, nearly come to a complete stop.

That voice, he knew that voice. He couldn't stop himself from gasping in surprise and Paimon merely chuckled in amusement, quietly speaking to him as to not draw their attention.

"Aren't you glad I brought you over here?" She asked with a smug tone.

Aether's eyes met [Name]'s and they twitched their lips into a smile that Aether recognized as being in acknowledgement before turning back to pet every nearby creature that they could.

He couldn't stop himself, you see. He knew it was them but he needed to be sure

The Traveler moved to their side in moments, reaching down and grasping a wrist that had been resting on an animal's head. He didn't bother registering what animal it was, only focused on [Name]'s eyes that portrayed confusion and fear as They attempted to move away.

Aether simply tightened his grip and spoke in a low and quiet voice.

"Say something again."

He came out as demanding but from the inside, he was begging. Praying to anyone who would listen and to you that he wasn't wrong, and he wasn't, you spoke again and he knew that voice.

He was too focused on your voice to be able to pay attention to the words but that didn't matter.

It was them. His patron, his god, his Guide.

Aether let go off your wrist and dropped to his knees, placing his face close to the ground. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to look up as he spoke.

"Your Grace, our dearest Guide. Thank you for allowing me the honor of being the first to meet you in person."

After all, if anyone else had met them, they wouldn't have let The Guide out of their sight. They would have brought them straight to a place where they could be worshiped, even a non-vessel would understand the warmth that Aether now realized they emanated, clearing away the chilly breeze and leaving a comforting warmth that made him feel as though he could simply curl up and sleep.

No one would be able to miss it after exchanging even a basic greeting.

After a moment, He heard a snicker from above him… from his Guide.

Quickly the snickering changed to full blown laughing.

He risked a glance upwards and felt his heart nearly lurch out of his chest at the sight.

His Guide had tilted their head back and was laughing loudly, joy written all over their face.

Aether took that as a positive sign but he still wasn't sure if he was allowed to stand so instead he watched as [Name] laughed until they almost couldn't breath until attempting to compose themselves enough to speak.

"Y-Your Grace?" They asked through wheezing laughter. "Aether, I'm as graceful as a chainsaw and as destructive as one too. What on earth, er, Teyvat, are you talking about?"

[Name] bent down to one knee to get on his level after seeing he seemingly had no plans on standing up and offered their hand out to him.

"That is also very much not the response I expect upon calling you an alien boy but hey, at least it worked."

Aether stared at their hand for a moment as his brain kicked into high gear, asking all sorts of questions including why they were here, why they were so incredibly kind and why they were so increasingly casual, then the answer for the last one just clicked in his mind.

They were casual because it was him. Their chosen vessel. They spoke so relaxed because he was there.

The world around them seemed to fade away as Aether took [Name]'s hand and Aether spoke again.

"Would you prefer a different title to your grace? Most call you The Guide but I thought we were a little beyond that." He couldn't help a playful smirk from placing itself on his lips. This wasn't just any god, this was his god, they wouldn't judge, they even laugh at snide one liners.

"I'd prefer if you used my name if we're being quite honest, I'm a bit confused about the 'Your Grace' title and wouldn't rather not it, at least not until I understand it."

Aether nodded. "Of course.." he paused for a moment to steal himself to use your name in front of you. It made sense he would be granted the freedom to say their name, it wasn't something he'd never done, his brain simply scream at him how disrespectful it was, how cruel and undeserving he was of this honor.

"[Name], I humbly request you grant me the honor of escorting you to Mondstadt. I swear upon the archons you will get there safely and everything will be explained to you."

Paimon rolled her eyes at the display, sitting on a nearby rock that made a nice resting place as she basked in the warmth of her god.

[Name] was very confused and hoped their expression showcased it, however they nodded. "I accept? Really, just drop the respect when talking to me, I have more in common with a raccoon than a human person, if you can do that, then let's get going."

Aether looked around in confusion. "More in common with a what?"

"You heard me." They replied, hoisting their bag fully onto their shoulders and standing up. "Now then, let's head to Mondstadt. Paimon, are you coming?"

[Name] began to walk down the path once more, giggling when Paimom quickly made her way over, rambling off everything under the sun she wanted to show them about Mondstadt.

Aether stood and watched for a moment before following behind the duo.

The Guide was here, in Teyvat. Aether would help them go anywhere they wanted to go, help them obtain the worship they deserve, anything for the warmth and strength of his God.

Hopefully Mondstadt would show them the proper appreciation, if not, Liyue was a trip he was more than willing to make with [Name] and Paimon by his side.

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Part seven

Part eight.

We're just gonna ignore how late in my timezone I am posting this and forget what a sleep schedule is.

Please take my fanfic offering to the fanfic gods to tide you over as I have no clue when the next part will be. I am getting sick and very bruised from falling down stairs, you know, like a mortal.

I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to like, reblog, comment, send in an ask, send in a request, ask to be tagged in future chapters of this series or even scroll on by if it makes you feel more comfortable!

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Past Promises - John Wick

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Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Injury, blood, canon violence

lovers to enemies to sort of lovers again, hurt/comfort, x assassin reader, x gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n

Summary: John and reader used to be known as the most powerful assassin duo; that was before they had a falling out. When John is hired to kill the reader, to which he declines, he decides he has to warn them. He has past promises to keep.

Prompted by 3 from this amazing dialogue prompt list by one of my favourite writing blogs!

"Can't do it." He replied, walking away. "Conflict of interest." The company had asked him to kill his previous partner in crime, Nemesis. They had worked together well, before a falling out. Since then, they were unspoken enemies.

John knew plenty of people wanted them dead, just as so many wanted his head. They were, after all, his partner for the longest time, and now, even on their own, it was a close draw between the two, for best assassins.

He also knew they could take care of themselves, but if they were asking him, the boogeyman, to take them out? For the price of 950,000? These people were desperate. They wanted them dead, and they would obviously stop at nothing, nor let any costs get in the way, to get that. There would be more forces coming their way, for sure, and they would not be the average killers.

He had to warn them.

My head snapped up from bandaging a week-old wound when I heard a faint clang, sounding in the direction of the fire escape. I dropped my shirt back over my stomach, carefully pulling a knife off of the counter top and quietly hopping down. I winced, my breath hitching in my throat as pain shot through my barely healed, but still fragile, ankle.

I heard another faint noise, this time from the hallway. A quiet shuffling, then faint talking. My eyes darted around the room, wondering if I could make it to my other weapons on the living room counter before whoever it was broke in. I figured I wouldn't.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself and crouching into a defensive position. I was in no shape to fight, still recovering from my last, but it wasn't like I had a choice. Whoever it was that had been sending their goons after me hadn't been sending experienced ones anyway.

I shadow flashed by the balcony, illuminated briefly by a flashing blue dot, probably an earpiece. I cursed under my breath, sneaking out into my living room.

The door was immediately kicked in, as was the glass balcony door. Gunshots rang through the air and I ducked and dodged, tackling a burly man to the ground and dealing a killing blow to his neck with my knife. I stood up shakily, still weak and recovering, glaring at the other two men with a murderous look in my eyes. They were practically shaking in their boots and I snorted.

"How many more idiots like you are they going to send after me?" I sneered, simultaneously launching the knife I was holding at the first man, finishing him instantly. I tackled the other to the ground as he stood in shock, his jaw practically falling to the floor. I slammed his head into the floor repeatedly, breathing hard.

"I won't argue with that." A calm voice said from the doorway. My head snapped up. I made a move for my knife before the man pulled out a gun, aiming it right at me.

"Ah ah ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"As I was saying, these three really are fools, but they made quite the nice distraction, don't you think? They've made the job quite easy for me, I have to say, I expected more than this from the Nemesis."

"Maybe if your people hadn't been sending these idiots after me for the past month." I spat, slowly rising to my feet. His hand briefly lowered the gun before firing off a shot, aiming it back at my head. I barely registered what had happened, as I stumbled back with a choked groan, hitting the wall and sliding down it. I clutched my hand to my torso in surprise, feeling warm blood seeped from the wound.

He strided over, looking down at me with an arrogant grin on his face.

"The Nemesis isn't so godly after all, hm? You're nothing special." He snapped, pressing the barrel to my forehead. I squeezed my eyes shut, barely able to focus on anything but the pain that now burned and stabbed through my abdomen. My breath came in quick pants, an involuntary whine slipping from my throat.

I flinched when a gunshot rang out, the man that had previously threatened me dropping dead right before me. Panic coursed through me as I pressed myself into the wall, shaking and curling into myself defensively. Through my quickly blurring vision, I made out the dark shape of another man jogging over to me and tucking a gun into his belt. I struggled to keep my eyes open, watching who I now realized was John, eyeing him wearily as he kneeled beside my trembling form.

He rested his hand on my shoulder, causing me to jerk back and begin struggling onto my forearms. I choked out a whimper when a sharp pain stabbed me in the ribcage. Something had definitely been broken. I felt back to the floor, suddenly noticing how much of my blood had soaked into the carpet around me. I didn't have much longer.

I lay there weakly, my eyes fluttering, even as I felt him rest a hand on my side. He pried my hand away from my wound to get access to it, before I felt an immense, agonizing pressure in my abdomen. I whined, feebly clawing at his hands in protest before everything went black.

I cried out, kicking my legs weakly and drawing in a shaky, pained breath. The pressure in my torso was gone, but had been replaced with an awful burning, tugging sensation. I could feel something shifting in my abdomen, and a large hand pressing down on my chest to prevent me from squirming too much. My eyes flew open, darting around frantically, before coming to focus on John's panicked expression. I heard his voice next, still unable to understand what he was saying, but his comforting tone, though edged with panic, was the complete opposite of the frantic look in his eyes.

I sighed in relief when the pain stopped; Not completely, but the worst of it was gone. It was replaced with the feeling of warm fluid dripping down my side. I brought a weak arm up to rest on the wound, something telling me I should be putting pressure on it. I blinked, beginning to drift off again. John had left my side, and taken his comforting presence with him.

I lifted my heavy head to look for him, unable to do much more than that. He came into my blurry vision again, carrying something. Bandages?

"How are you doing?" He asked breathlessly, kneeling down at my side.

"It hurts." I mumbled.

"I know sweetheart, I know." He said softly, briefly resting his hand on my shoulder before continuing what he was doing. I watched sleepily, trying to follow his actions to stay conscious.

"You don't." I argued, my mind muddled.

"I knew they were coming for you," He said, his eyes focused on his pinched fingers held up by the lighter. I watched curiously through half-lidded eyes.

"I came to warm you I just- I didn't get here quick enough." He sighed in frustration. "Fuck."

I watched as he held his pinched fingers up, and raised his other hand next to it, like he was trying to join something together. He was acting high, I thought deliriously.

“There’s a lot of people that want my head.” I smiled at him weakly, my eyes fluttering shut

"Hey, hey." He took my hand in his, squeezing it. I opened my eyes, suddenly reminded of how it had been before.

"'m so tired." I mumbled.

"You can't sleep yet." He said, his voice shaky. I foggily wondered why he sounded so stressed.

"How was your day?" He choked out, his hand squeezing mine harder, as if he was the one that needed reassurance. I felt a pinch in my abdomen, though it was far from the pain I had felt today.

"Horrible." I mumbled.

He let out a choked laugh. "I'm sorry." His voice cracked at the end. I feebly lifted my head up to see what he was doing, suddenly curious. His hands were covered in red. I dropped my head back down to the floor, groaning in pain and squeezing my eyes shut. I sucked in a shaky breath, letting my head fall to the side.

He squeezed my hand again, and I felt his bloodied hands cup my face, his voice frantic as it became more and more faint.

He shook them, fear welling in his chest. He gathered them up in his arms tenderly, his heart dropping into his stomach when he felt how cold they were. He felt nauseous as he laid them gently onto the couch, afraid to move them any further. He desperately pressed onto their stitched wound, shifting as much of his weight as he could onto the wad of bandages on their torso.

John Wick, the boogeyman, baba yaga. He killed people for a living; he took lives every day. So why was he so afraid of losing them?

I moaned in pain, shifting onto my side, my arms instinctively curling around my torso and squeezing my eyes shut. I felt horrible; nauseous, my whole body hurt in an agonizing way, lightheaded but my head was pounding all at once. A whine slipped out of my throat as I slowly came to my senses, everything coming back to me.

I heard footsteps, and my head shot up from out of my arms. I regretted it immediately, sucking in a sharp breath as a stabbing pain cut through my skull. Hands found my shaking shoulders, a deep voice reassuring me in a calm tone.

"You're alright. You're safe." John said, kneeling beside the couch and gently pulling me into his arms. He sounded like he was reassuring himself just as much as me.

"John." I choked out, winding my arms around him and clutching his dress shirt in my fists. I pressed my face into his shoulder, drawing in a shaky breath. I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to get closer to him in any way I could.

I suddenly whimpered, a stinging pain appearing in my abdomen. He lowered me back to the sofa, pulling away.

"Don't go. Please." I pleaded.

"I'm not going anywhere." He comforted me, brushing his thumb across my cheekbone tenderly. He carefully lifted my shirt, then the bandage he had wound around my torso, a frown on his face.

"You pulled your stitches a bit." He said, tugging the bandage back down. I winced slightly and he gave me an apologetic glance, before returning to place a soft kiss on my forehead, brushing my hair back.

"You're here." I murmured, reaching up to touch his face. I just realized he was really here, as the fog in my head slowly but surely dissipated.

"I am." He softly brushed his nose to mine.

"What happened to never seeing you again?"

"I made you a promise."

"I'd come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there."

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yeraskier · 2 years

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From the recent prompt list, help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second. With either geraskier or yenskier please?

There’s a reason Geralt’s always hated going out. Weird shit always happens to him when he goes out.

Like right now, the pretty and bright-eyed man he’d been watching all night is currently rambling dramatically right to his face. But is he offering to take Geralt home like he'd been hoping the stranger would when he walked over? No. Because that’s simply not how Geralt’s life works. Instead…

“…and the sex was great, you know? But that man is such a prick. I’ve never met anyone more self-obsessed, okay? And he’s been looking in my direction all night like he does every other time we're here at the same time, and he’s so persistent. So, I figure if I have a gorgeous, and frankly huge, fellow like you by my side, he’s bound to leave me alone.”

Geralt blinks. Pretty Eyes is wearing his most charming smile. It’s quite convincing.

“So, will you do it? Will you pretend to be my date for an hour or so? Or just until he leaves? I’ll buy you endless amounts of beer.”

Well, it’s not quite how Geralt had pictured his evening going.

“I’ll do it.” It’s probably the worst idea he’s had in a very long time, but it’s worth it for the way Pretty Eyes ends up beaming.

And so, they spend the rest of the night in each other's company. He learns a few things about his date in the following forty-five minutes.

1) Pretty Eyes' actual name is Jaskier.

2) Jaskier is a musician with 107, 369 monthly Spotify listeners.

3) Jaskier likes to talk… a lot.

And Geralt usually hates that in a person. He’d probably have walked away from Jaskier by now. He probably should. He won't.

He likes the sound of Jaskier’s voice and the way he uses his hands to illustrate what he’s saying and the way his eyes light up when he speaks about his music and the way his laugh goes an octave higher whenever Geralt smiles at him.

He likes all these little things. He adores them.

And Geralt could have happily spent the rest of the night listening to Jaskier go on and on about literally anything he could think of, but the man's words die out midsentence as his eyes focus in on someone behind Geralt.

“Gods,” Jaskier groans, “there’s the guy I was telling you about.”

Geralt doesn’t need any further instruction, he moves closer to Jaskier and fits an arm around the man’s waist like it belongs there. Jaskier practically melts under his touch, body sagging so he’s leaning into Geralt.

He could’ve thought more about that if the man they were putting on this show for wasn’t now standing before them.

“Jaskier.”

“Valdo,” Jaskier greets with a tight smile.

Valdo? Who the fuck names their child Valdo? Geralt doesn’t even try to hold back his snort.

Valdo glares at him but Jaskier’s smile loosens up. It’s worth it.

“Anyway, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you tonight,” Valdo says.

Jaskier hums. “Well, that’s funny since I’m here every Thursday night. And you waved at me earlier.”

Valdo laughs and the noise makes Geralt grit his teeth. He's known the man for all of two minutes and already, he's one of Geralt's least favorite people.

"Right. Well, I suppose it's lucky that we're both here, then. What do you say I buy you a drink," the swine proposes as if Geralt isn't standing right there.

He pulls Jaskier closer so they're practically plastered together and aims a smug grin in Valdo's direction. "He's occupied, as you can clearly see."

Valdo looks like his head might explode. Good.

Still, the arse has the gall to look back at Jaskier and say, "you sure you wouldn't want to spend the night with me instead?" An endearing smile makes its way onto his face, and Geralt might have actually found this man attractive if he wasn't such an arrogant prick. And if his name wasn't so fucking stupid.

Geralt worries, just for a second, that Jaskier may decide to go with Valdo after all, but the musician rests a hand over the one Geralt has on his hip and squeezes. "I think I'm just fine where I am, thank you."

Valdo stares at them and goes as far as to eye Geralt like he's sizing him up. Geralt almost wishes he would actually try something.

He doesn't. Instead, he leaves with a scoff, turning on his heels to walk towards a woman on the other side of the bar.

They remain close until Valdo seems thoroughly distracted, but then Geralt lets go and Jaskier clears his throat. An awkward silence follows.

Geralt gets it, he’s served his purpose. He should just make a break for it now, leave before Jaskier asks him to go.

He sets his glass down. Jaskier’s watching him, he can feel it. The man is tracking his every movement which is making every movement very difficult to make.

Get it together. He’s just a pretty guy at a bar, and sure, he’s made you smile more tonight than you have in months. It doesn’t matter. Get it the fuck together.

Geralt clears his throat and detaches from the bar, barely giving Jaskier a final glance as he nods in his general direction— it might hurt less if he can’t see him, maybe— before walking off.

Or at least he tries to.

But he can’t exactly do that when there’s a hand wrapped around his wrist, holding him in place.

Geralt turns back to face the musician with curious eyes.

“Listen, I know tonight may not have been the most ideal night,” Jaskier begins, “but I’ve been having a great time, and I think you have been too. And if I’m wrong, well, this will be truly embarrassing but it’ll be fine because at least I worked up the courage to do this. I just… I just want you to stay with me, just for the night, just a while longer. Or however long you feel like staying.”

Jaskier shrugs at the end of it like he didn’t basically just imply he wants to spend more than tonight with Geralt. Like that isn’t kind of a big deal considering the fact that they just met.

God, he’s insane. Geralt likes that.

“Can I kiss you?” It comes out unexpectedly but Geralt doesn't retract his words. He wants this. He hasn't wanted someone this much in a very long time.

Jaskier smiles. “Yes.”

Geralt closes the distance between them.

#this got a little longer than expected oops #the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #my writing

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Bad influence

Aleksander morozova x fem reader [one shot]

Summary: Aleksander uses curse words around the two year old who adapts that choice of words very quickly? ~ domestic fluff bc my no1 boy deserves it

Warnings: Swearing (ofc lol)

Word count: 1.6k+

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Dim sunlight passed through the blinds of main chamber. Y/n was sitting on the floor cross legged looking over Eric's drawing and the colours he had spread all over the floor, it was hard to tell if the page was being painted upon or splashed with excessive water and mismanaged colours here and there but it kept the gremlin busy for at least a while. Besides y/n wasn't the one to disturb his process she had her own book to read while he was up busy making a brown coloured sky with strange looking animals. This was their usual routine for the later part of the afternoon most of the times Aleksander would join them too.

Like today, y/n heard his steps chatting with someone-probably Ivan. "For once if he could stop thinking with his beardsplitter we might just win a war!" A scoff with his voice followed his steps as he entered the room. Y/n and Eric both looked up to him entering as he bid his goodbye to Ivan. Y/n hopes Eric didn't hear what Aleksander said though he was just a toddler he was very quick to pick up on his father's actions, especially his words. It was adorable at times when Eric would draw Aleksander's beard on his face and mimic his voice, do his hand gestures in order to be the same height as him he would ask Genya to lift him up. Almost everyone at little palace contributed happily to his demands.

He had started speaking Aleksander's words too. He would call y/n Miliya and run away hoping he tricked his mother into thinking Aleksander had called her. It was pretty alright till then, he has started picking up Aleksander's cuss words too apparently.

Everytime he would discuss some council or state issues with y/n he would mindlessly swear and if Eric was around he would surely add it to his dictionary when he could barely pronounce some words right. Erik dropped his brushes and ran to Aleksander as he reciprocated his pace, bending lower Aleksander lift him up at once and hurled him in the air laughing the same time as him.

Putting her forefinger between the book settling the page she closed it putting it on her lap. "How was the meeting?" She asked Aleksander she didn't knew there was one but hearing him use the word thinking and beardsplitter in the same sentence she figured he had met with the 'Tsar today.

"Just the manwhore of a King we have being an arse as he fu-"

"Aleksander!" Y/n quipped interrupting him.

"What?" He asked confused as Erik gestures to wriggled out of his arms, bending he let Erik go and he ran back to his painting probably for the final touch.

"I've told you not to swear around Eric!" She told him raising her brows.

"Oh?" He huffed shrugging his shoulders "Apologies then."

"It isn't trivial! He picks up extremely fast after your words." Y/n debated as a grin spread across his face.

"He probably doesn't even understand them."

"Exactly! He doesn't understand them so he thinks they're normal words and it is alright to use them."

"Are you accusing me of being a bad influence on our child?" He faked a gasp holding onto his chest.

"Yes. Yes I am." She stated at him blankly irritated by his dramatics given not only two days ago Erik asked David if he knew about the word shit.

"Alright." He sighed in defeat taking a seat next to y/n on the floor close beside her. "Eric from now on saying any bad words in this house is treason." He said turning to the two year old with a fake stern voice.

"Tweason!" Erik looked up from his painting and repeated after him.

"Yes and our y/n here could send us to prison or even exile-we wouldn't want that would we?" It was more of a joke directed to y/n who rolled her eyes at him not trying to engage in his banter.

She flipped her book open again as Aleksander shifted closer to her, he took her hand resting on the book inter-wining their fingers together. He looked into the page she was so concentrated on, sneaking his hand by her waist getting her to blush and shifting pages since he was faster reader.

Eric caught both of their attention as she stood up and spoke, "Dada!" He showed his drawing bringing it close to their face.

"Wow! Eric that is remarkable!" Y/n praised the young boy mirroring his smile.

Aleksander tilted his neck trying to make out what it was, "Wonderful I'd say-"

"Do you know what it is?" Eric asked his father with big eyes full of content. Aleksander almost melted at the domesticity of this scene, he paused thinking how many strange paintings he would've done when we was his son's age if the saints were just.

"Uh-it's a—"

"Go on tell him what that animal is." Y/n nudged onto Aleksander's arm finding it funny putting him in the spot.

"I know what it is." He didn't.

"It's a lion!!" Eric exclaimed showing it to her mother too for a better view.

"Yes! A lion!" Y/n laughed sitting up on her knees, bending over Aleksander sitting in the middle she took Eric in her arms kissing his forehead as he went on further explaining her the backstory of the lion.

Aleksander looked at both of them laughing and giggling in awe, he was so foreign with this feeling of a room feeling home, of people feeling home. How he'd catch himself smiling when the day is over to finally he with family. The despair and heavy weight of the war and his ambitions would fade away as soon as Eric would rush into his arms. The day wouldn't begin if he couldn't get a glimpse of y/n smiling even it for a moment. He would long to come home now, knowing someone's waiting for him. If only every fight led him to an afternoon like this-watching Eric play and be close with y/n, jokes and laughter and the indescribable feeling which made him smile even at a single thought of it.

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Aleksander prepared the bed as y/n walked in the room rocking Eric in her arms getting to the last bit of the bed time story. It was an everyday process to get Eric to sleep where y/n and Aleksander had alternate turns on telling the story.

"Why didn't the fox return the jewel?" Eric asked curiously to his mother in context of the story. Y/n planned to keep the answers short so he wouldn't engage in conversation and drift off to sleep.

"Well-because the fox was a—" she thought to come up for a reasonable word that would make sense to his little mind.

"Cwunt!" Eric replied for her as she paused to think.

"Eric!" Y/n raised both her brows out of surprise with what he said-Aleksander's words were being getting soaked up like water in his mind.

Aleksander right by the bed bursted into laughter as Eric joined him coming to a conclusion maybe the word he said was a humorous one. "Aleksander stop encouraging him!" She scolded him walking over to the bed placing Eric on the bed as she sat beside him.

"It's pretty funny he couldn't even say it the proper way." He added slowing his fit of laughter into a boyish chuckle.

"I—unbelievable." Y/n shook her head in disbelief turning to Eric. "Eric-little sunshine, it was a really bad word that you just used we don't say—"

"Dada says it!" Eric explained raising his brows which made him look just like y/n clearly not understanding his poor choice of words given he didn't knew what it meant. Y/n pointed her hands at Eric for Aleksander to further explain this matter to his influenced.

He nodded taking a seat on the bed across Eric, "Your mother is right Eric we shouldn't say such words they could have a horrible impact if we say it to people we don't want to or mean to, I made a mistake when I said it earlier. Now what do we do when we make mistakes?"

"We deny it!" Eric answered to his question with an answer Aleksander himself had taught him. Y/n's eyes widened at the response but not surprised at this point.

"You taught him that didn't you?" She quipped at him as Aleksander looked away scoffing trying to rub it off.

"Of course not-No Eric not that—we apologise. Sometimes if we use these words out of anger at someone it could hurt their feelings let alone they might think low of us." " He said adding emphasis on apologise, turning to y/n he began "I am truly sorry for the foul words I used I promise not to use them"

Watching his father apologise he felt the guilt for his choice of words "I'm sorry too." He said opening his arms falling onto y/n's shoulders. Y/n couldn't help but smile as she ran her fingers through his messy hair. "Thank you, Eric." she smiled at Aleksander too appreciating his sincere effort that resulted this.

Later Aleksander explained to Eric what a treaty meant and said once he learns to write they could make a not swearing treaty.

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I missed writing for him AAAAAAAAAA let me know what you think about it :)

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