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kiwi-on-ice · 2 months

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Fluffy ashe head-cannons👁️👁️(fem reader por favor)

First date headcannons with Ashe, Kiriko, Sombra and Mercy with fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Just fluff really, Sombra's is a little suggestive but nothing overt. prefer boys? check here.

Notes: was originally just going to just do Ashe first date headcannons but it got me thinking about some of the other girls.

Ashe:

She's most likely the one who's asked you out. After realising that you care about her more than just physically, she'd want to prove to you how dedicated she can be. While she's very emotionally closed off, she really wants to push herself to treat you how she knows a pretty girl like you should be treated.

Don't be surprised if you find sent to your door a surprisingly large stack of cash with a note attached telling you to buy yourself something nice to wear for the date.

She's been around wealth all her life, with most of the romance she'd been told about being flashy spending. So she'll take you to a fancy high end restaurant for dinner.

She'd be a 'gentleman', pulling your chair out for you, holding doors for you, leading you with a hand on the small of your back gently.

Flirting with you comes quite easily to her, but it hides something deeper. How she's caught off guard by how much her chest feels fuzzy when you laugh at something she says, or how she almost feels lightheaded when you brush against her as you two walk. Despite how confident she appears, she's worrying about coming off as too forward physically with something as simple as holding your hand.

If you hold hers first, she'll feel the tension leave her shoulders.

Don't bother asking to split the bill, she won't let you. She's paying.

She'll take you home, giving you a kiss on the cheek at the door. She's happy to leave it there, but her self restraint disappears if you ask if she wants to come inside.

Pulling your chair out, she gives you a smile as you sit down before walking around and taking a seat herself. Her red eyes look you up and down appreciatively, the smooth rhythm of the piano player in the room setting quite the romantic atmosphere.

"Well well, don't you look like the belle of the ball, huh?" she says smoothly, reveling in your slightly flustered reaction as you glance down to look at the menu.

"Anythin' you want sugar, it's all on me." she affirms, and smirks a little when you try and protest. "I insist."

Kiriko:

Get ready for a FUN date

She's pretty confident, so don't be surprised if she's the one who asked you out with a charming smile.

Wants a date with activities, so she'll invite you to an arcade with a bowling alley. Pretty cheesy, sure, but she's excited so that's what matters.

She's absolutely gonna beat your ass at bowling, it isn't even fair. She's also quite competitive, so she'll definitely playfully tease you about losing. Sticking her tongue out at you, whooping and cheering etc.

The arcade though...that's a different story. She's surprisingly not the best at video games, which means you have the opportunity to one up her. Still, she's just as giggly even when she's losing.

She'll ask you loads of questions, wanting to find out as much about you as possible, especially in the downtime between games.

Her way of flirting while on the date is to make up silly games for you two to play. Winner of the next arcade machine has to give the other a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly, her performance gets suspiciously worse.

Afterwards, she doesn't really want the night to end. She might offer the idea of going for drinks, or perhaps going back to her place. She makes it clear she doesn't expect anything, she'll even sleep on the sofa if you want to turn the night into a sleepover!

Strike!

Comes the loud speaker as Kiriko scores another perfect ten in bowling. She jumps up and down and laughs, before turning to you with a wink.

"Think you can still beat me?" she teases, causing you to scoff playfully.

"You bet."

"Try it babe." she challenges, getting closer to you. She leans in, and your breath catches, before she reaches behind you and grabs a bowling ball. Handing it to you with a smirk, she can't wait to keep winning against you (and make you blush more in the process).

Sombra:

Olivia is pretty laid back, so she'll ask you out quite casually; she might even do it over text, with a few winky face emojis.

Most likely to suggest getting drinks, going to some sort of themed bar. If you don't drink, she'll make sure to look into bars that have good mocktail options for you.

Will offer to pick you up and take you, and when you go outside she'll be waiting on her motorcycle with a grin.

Was it all an excuse so she can feel your hands around her waist clinging on to her as she speeds through the city? Maybe.

While there, she's on full analyze mode. She tests your reactions to things she says/does/calls you, collecting all the data on what you seem to like and not like. But she's so smooth and easy going, you won't even realise what she's doing.

She'll ask you lots of questions about yourself, smiling and seeming interested as you speak. The truth is, she knows pretty much everything about you from hacking your various devices, but she still loves hearing it all from your lips.

Like Ashe, she'll insist on paying for your drinks. It's not like she can't afford it after all.

She's pretty touchy, but not in a pervy way. When she compliments you, she'll play with a strand of your hair or trace small circles on the back of your hand.

She'll also hack your music apps and see the type of music you like, so she can hack the speaker in the bar and occasionally play a song she knows you like.

Afterwards, she'll smoothly suggest going back to hers. She won't be offended if you say no, but she can't deny the rush it gives her if you say yes.

"That's fascinating conejita." Sombra says, having listened to you speak about your friends and family. Barely repressing a smirk, she watches your facial expression as you react to her nickname. So you like her calling you things in Spanish...that information is useful.

"So what else, any pets?" she asks, and as you speak she gently brushes her foot against your ankle. You stumble over your words a little as she smiles innocently. Oh she's going to have fun with you...

Mercy:

She's quite a traditional woman, so most likely she'll take you for dinner.

It might be late though, having to stay after hours at work causing her to push back the date and time. She feels awful, no matter how much you reassure her that you understand.

When she arrives at your home, she'll have a bouquet of red roses in her hands as an apology.

She's sweet the whole time, preferring to ask you questions rather than the other way round. She'd rather not talk about work, wanting to switch off and relax.

Definitely the type to order a nice bottle of wine for you both.

Also definitely the type to suggest you both share a dessert, she thinks it's very cute and intimate. Might even playfully offer a spoonful for you to bite.

Will gently hold your hand across the table, but apart from that she isn't particularly touchy that early on.

Absolutely will offer to pay, but also won't mind if you insist on splitting the bill.

Afterwards, she'll take you home but most likely won't come inside. But she will give you a kiss on the cheek that you swear you can feel linger for hours.

As the plates are taken away, Angela smiles softly before glancing at the dessert menu.

"Do you have a sweet tooth darling?" she asks, as you both look at the selection of delicacies. Her eyes trace over the choices, before another smile tugs at her features.

"How about we share one?" she offers, and the image that pops in your head of her feeding you dessert makes your head nod before your brain could even hope to catch up.

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yuyinesque · 5 months

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MYSTERY CAT. (or simply … indigo!)

“simply… indigo? refer to me as mr. indigo; i’ll become an

universal liability if you refuse. i always get my way, after all.”

𑁍 ﹏ sobriquets: mystery cat, spider-cat, indie, fish face, biscuits, indie kitty. mr. indigo, mr. meanie, bs, mijo, son, my son, puppy, mutt, little nimbus, baby blue/twinkie (via ichor 𖤐), little stray, pretty kitty, pretty boy, prince, young master (indigo), jophiel, anja, quidnunc, (big) lotto, lucky charm, gatito bonito, rich bitch, kitty, bell, pussy cat, alley cat, catnap.

𖥔 ﹏ additional photos: ⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄.

𖥔 ﹏ general background: Ever seen one of these before? I’m sure you have. The Maneki-neko, also known as the Japanese “beckoning cat” is a benevolent apparition that bestows alms upon the ones who owns them. Usually you would see one of these statues in casinos or small businesses since these feline spirits tend to beckon in customers or good fortune, hence the way their paw lures in whatever their human desires. The left paw invites clients or customers, whereas the right invites fortune or good health; very rarely you’d find a maneki-neko that utilizes both of their paws simultaneously. Indigo is capable of shape-shifting from male, partially male (calico cat demihuman; calico catboy), or simply a norwegian forest calico cat. While his cat form is presentably female, his human/catboy form is not, as for he is a trans individual. A little more about him is that his own, the one he grants wishes to, is Illūnis, a malevolent apparition called a Rusalka. Despite her indifference towards cats, she saved him while he was just a kitten, for he was, no matter the AU, was on the brink of death. You can assume where he gains a few of his esoteric traits from; being raised by a homicidal spirit isn’t something you usually encounter.

𖥔 ﹏ trademark notables: Innately calls people “dear” when you’re concerning or confusing him (or becomes more polite in general). Nabs jewelry or any shiny material (whether it's his owner’s or something from an expensive store). Has purplish dark circles underneath his eyes considering that he doesn’t get a good amount of sleep due to his insomnia. Consumes unhealthy amounts of sugar, and I don’t mean confectionery. I mean sugar. Sleeps in the most unconventional places to feel hidden and safer. Doesn’t enjoy kids much (lacks the patience) but will risk the moon for the elderly. Ears are always in airplane mode in cat (boy) form, especially when he’s in public. Walks around with a gold coin, consider it a lucky one if you will, though if people tend to test him, he flips the coin (heads meaning whoop their ass, tails meaning flee. unfortunately for him, it nearly always lands on tails). Taps his fingers on his lips when he’s giggly, excited, or ecstatic, though if he uses one hand it indicates that he’s nervous or overthinking. Sleep talks and either spouts suggestive or ominous messages. Knows one too many things about most of the individuals of any given AU. Always in the lap of a highly attractive male in cat form. Comedically, he has a job EVERYWHERE… tired of seeing him in every little shop with a wink or straight-faced peace sign.

𖥔 ﹏ genshin notables: He’s a dendro-bearing resident of Liyue, quite the charismatic and memorable one at that. As a kitten, he used to live in Snezhnaya with his previous owner, Dottore, who not only captured him for personal experiments, but thrown him out when he was no use to him anymore, leaving him in the Snezhnayan snow. Because Illūnis was also once a resident of Snezhnaya, she found the poor thing and took him in as her own. Regrettably and reluctantly, of course. Once Illūnis became the Sentinel of Liyue, naturally they would have to reside there, specifically in Lone Cloud Pavilion. Indigo acts as Illūnis spiritual messenger, so he’s quite literally all over the map. He knows… everything and everyone because of this. Anyway, the citizens of Liyue (besides Traveler and Paimon, of course), have no way of knowing that this gift-giving kitty and this narcissistic catboy is the same person, so you can assume that his reputation varies. He’s much more adored in cat form, but as a human, people were weary of him; he enjoys both reputations, however, so he didn’t do anything. Not to mention that he gets custom-made collars from Ningguang, and he uses false visions he wears depending on the form to keep his existence a mystery.

𖥔 ﹏ atsv notables: Uhhh… anti-heroic spider-cat who will save the world if you keep your children on his taxes. Anyways, N/A for now.

𖥔 ﹏ jujutsu kaisen notables: Uhmmm… a human-born grade two curse who is also a sorcerer for the intel, benefits, and thrill. Anyways, N/A for now.

𖥔 ﹏ yandere au notables: As a yandere, he’d be the possessive and manipulative type, which is practically a given since these traits are in his character. Just not in an extreme degree. Growing up with Illūnis alters his empathy and basic perspectives. For example, stalking could simply be his way of “checking on” someone and manipulation are just as mere as white lies. While he’s not a murderer, he’s not against making scenes look like a simple accident if needed. But first, he’d stick to blackmailing, for, as we know, Indigo is great at finding out every single thing about a person. This could also seem obsessive towards his darling; he knows things about you that you couldn’t even address at the moment since you lacked the proper insight. But he didn’t. A better reason to keep him around, no? Anyway, as I said before, he could get eliminating, but if he has to kill, he’d get something else to do the work for him. He has a voracious, cannibalistic mother after all, so it’s best for his victims to not get too testy. He would also be a self-indulgent yandere, which is the type that prefers to be worshipped incessantly by his love interest. This could also lead to an obsession. If you squint, of course. Indigo is quite the arrogant kitty.

𖥔 ﹏ birthday: april 29th.

𖥔 ﹏ age appearance: twenty (20).

𖥔 ﹏ zodiacal big three: taurus ☼ | scorpio ❍ | libra ⇡

𖥔 ﹏ race, ethnicity, nationality: asian, japanese, nationality varies depending on the au.

𖥔 ﹏ sex, gender, sexuality, pronouns: female, trans male, uranic, he/him.

𖥔 ﹏ mbti: entp-a (the assertive debater).

𖥔 ﹏ likes: bubbles. brain-training (sudokus, anagrams, crossword puzzles, chinese checkers, etc.). honey garlic salmon (reminds him of illūnis and circe). traveling & nature walks or sprints w/ xīn’yuè. taking the longest naps. studying finance/economics, he is a lil’ financial adviser. numismatics!!!!! sitting in laps (‘specially, and only, in the laps of a pretty man). MONEYYYYY WOOOOOO. the elderly, so sweet, so quiet, LIKE JIHANE sometimes. socializing. lipstick (really, it’s a guilty pleasure). gossiping about everything, everyone, doesn’t matter, even matter isn’t safe. dangling earrings, jingly jewelry (often steals jihane’s). icicles! chandeliers (‘minds him of icicles). any self-care methods. physical affection, greatly. words of affirmation, mmh. jewelry or anything sparkling (crystals, keychains, aluminum foil, icicles, etc.). winter!! catnip. journey walks/exploration walks. controversial debates. blumei, best child/puppy ever. kittens, much better than real children. chin/ear scratches. valentine’s day. mmh, fish, but please cook it. why would he want uncooked seafood? diadems & crowns. being called handsome. nami from one piece; y’all sleep on her. kenma from haikyuu; sleeping. nose kisses. bird watching. people watching. romance k-dramas. writing in cursive. yoga!! frankly and secretly? dogs; very energetic like him but they get too loud. puppy/bunny-coded characters. treasure hunting. birthdays, but his.

𖥔 ﹏ dislikes: citrus fruits. spending money cuz be fr. lack of attention/affection. children (kittens are much more tolerable). crying in front of people. pimples.. gross. oversleeping/overexertion. PAIMON, SHUT UP FOR ONCE (genshin au). unnecessarily loud people/music. judgmental individuals (hypocritical ass). hyperactive individuals, what even is zolene. beer, tf? little miss goddamn yashmi-noir (as if she isn’t an upcoming favorite; she’s still an ick tho like maju). over-socializing. too much authority. spicy foods; zolene why. his insomnia. fucking inazuma (genshin au). puppies??! especially if they misbehave?!? seething hot days. FOXES (“they’re catlike freaks despite being another mutt classification… the contradiction is humiliating. y/n, have you seen a tibetan fox? it’s not safe for work”…). needy fucking individuals and they don’t even be cute with it (spider-man au). practicality. unapologetic individuals since he’s ironically apologetic. GREEN, ironically… easter (unless there’s money in one of those eggs). uncooked fish, why does sushi exist, he may ask? the aftermath of a goddamn sugar rush. forest clearings. baths, but knows it’s mandatory in human form too. the fourth of july, LOUD. unnecessary sleepless nights or nightmares. unrequited love. flower crowns, mightest well give him the real thing. & emhalo plants… ew.

𑁍 ﹏ quotes:

About Us: Mystery Cat ୨୧ “Why is the title so indistinct? Mystery cat? Really? What does a man have to do to free himself from this tree? Induce his ethanol intake? Please, a flea could come up with something better.”

About Sentinel Illūnis ୨୧ “Selenic Sentinel number three… What did she do this time?… Nothing? You just believed that I’d know of her? Unfortunately, yes, but we’re not on speaking terms at the moment. She frightened me with her behavior, then—… Huh? Oh no, she didn’t try to eat me. She simply has the audacity of a toddler, feeding me raw fish straight from the sea like I’m some sort of animal. I’m… still trying to wrap my head around the situation before I wrap my hands around her neck. *long sigh* …Really, how dare she?”

About Ichor ୨୧ “Really, Illūnis speaks entirely illy of that woman; never a green flag. He’s a Dao, a malicious earth genie who has also created the Selenian race. Again, don’t question me. I know everything. Tokyo—Ichor is a conflicting individual much like their nymph acolyte. Except be has the personality of that sun mutt but knows things even Illūnis has trouble comprehending. Horrifying, isn’t it? An aspirational man…”

About Gojo Satoru ୨୧ N/A FOR NOW.

About Zhongli ୨୧ “A dignified man he is… *long, dreamy sigh* … I’ve always prided myself on the simple fact that I’m well acquainted with him. Though unfortunately, greed runs wildly in my veins *purrs a bit* … this acquaintanceship is entirely dissatisfying. Traveler, he will become my next plaything.”

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asilcorner · 1 year

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Specters Call Part 3

"Just between us, Professor, most of the time I have no idea what and how adults think."

It's so endearing??? how he says that to the Professor, an adult, without missing a beat. I love him.

"I thought, that it could be helpful one day..." "I... I'm speechless, Luke. (...) Quite the opposite, Luke. Your talent in research is impressive. Respect! (...) Not at all! You've done wonderfully, my boy! Let's go continue our search."

I get always so giggly when Hershel starts complimenting Luke, it's adorable. He keeps reiterating how proud he is of him and how well he's done, I'm in pain.

"Do you think we'll find another curly fossil?"

I'm sorry, but I haven't read/heard the word "kringelig" in forever. It's such a child word to use in German, I cannot with this game.

"We will get to the bottom of the matter. Do you trust me, Luke?" "I... I trust you, Professor."

Hershel keeps asking, in text and cut-scenes, and I think that's such a good character trait. He makes constantly sure that Luke is still on board and that he's not forcing him to follow. He'd be completely ready to bring Luke home if the boy felt like he didn't feel safe with him.

"Calm down, Emmy, calm yourself! Please don't lose your patience!"

I imagine Emmy about to storm up to the boy, fists in the air and face in a snarl while the Professor is holding her by the back of her jacket. The text really makes it look like he's panicking and pleading with her, which is hilarious to me.

"Emmy, your trust in the government is really refreshing."

Not Hershel thinking back to being almost beat to death in an alley when looking for clues on Claire's death. I'm sorry, but this man has EVERY right to question the happenings in Misthallery's higher ranking residents. He is ready to tear Jakes apart at this point and I'm HERE for it.

The first time playing this game I clearly remember going: "OH SHIT!!! YES of courSE! Luke can talk to animals, I FORGOT." and now I just think back to all the times Luke reacted when Emmy mentioned seeing mice or hearing something squeaking.

They made it so obvious and here I was going: "Huh, lots of mice, wonder what I'm gonna do with all the mouse coins, they are putting a lot of emphasis on this, weird."

Also Toppi is adorable, I love himmmmm.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I cannot put you two in danger under any circumstances." "As long as we are with you, nothing will happen to us. I'm sure of it!" "But promise me that you'll run for your lives if danger is afoot." "Please be careful too, Professor!"

They are all so cute; Hershel compromising and letting them stay (because man, how could he send them away when they believe in him this much), Emmy being completely confident and ready to go and Luke worrying for the Professor.

(I try to push the fact that Emmy is tailing the Professor to spy on him to the back of my head all the time. No matter how many times I play the games, I only occasionally get these flashes of "Oh she's gonna betray me" before I continue enjoying her presence.

"Grrr! That smug cop deserves a sophisticated kick in his..." "Cough." "What's wrong, Professor?"

Emmy about to drop a swear, but Layton very 'elegantly' cutting her off. And there is Luke, worrying again. They mean so much to me, aughhh.

#professor layton #me just speeding through the game now #because it's all coming in an avalanche #the game is racing to the finish line in the last third #which is a bit sad #they could have given more character to Lagunia/Loosha and stuff but eh #can't have everything

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fluffandlove · 5 years

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Pure Irony

Author’s note: First Klance fic for this blog! Very late, very random, but have two boys giggling like a bunch of highschoolers in an alley anyway Thanks for 800 followers!

Summary: Keith was going to hell for this, wasn’t he?

But if going to hell meant Lance practically pushing him against a cold wall with their faces barely three inches apart and his adorable, hushed laughter blessing his ears, then Keith was more than ready for it.

Word count: 1,650

Irony was a funny thing.

“Shit!”

Before he could even utter a sound of protest, he was yanked into the nearest alley by Lance’s warm, yet rough hand. Honestly, Keith kind of wanted to make fun of him for this, but Lance slapped a hand over his mouth and not so subtly sneaked a peek around the corner.

Seriously, this guy would be the worst spy ever. It was a good thing Allura – that girl he’d been crushing on for three years – was a couple of feet away from them and talking to someone, totally oblivious still. Keith hadn’t had time to register who the other person was exactly, but it’d looked like a girl from one of their classes.

Didn’t have to mean anything. It did to Lance, though.

“What do we do,” Lance hissed and, ah, pressed himself closer to Keith, lowering his hand when he continued, “She can’t see me. What if she thinks I’m stalking her?”

What. How did Lance’s mind even work.

“Right,” Keith deadpanned and resisted the urge to flick his ear. “You both live in the same dorm. We hang out almost every day. Why would she think that you’re stalking her?”

That didn’t seem to any effect on Lance as he curled around Keith again, craning his neck so he could take another look. “Okay, okay, shh. They’re talking. Still talking, laughing, yes I’m sure that that girl’s hilarious. Ugh, just-just turn around. Turn around and walk along, so we can, I dunno, make a one-eighty and get out of here.”

A sigh. “And where exactly do you plan on going? It’s getting late.”

“I’ll sleep on a bench in the park, it’s fine.”

Lance still wasn’t looking at him, his dark eyes totally focused on the other two and Keith couldn’t believe he was actually in this situation. Pressed against a brick wall by that one guy he’d been crushing on for about three years as well, which was fine, totally fine. Said guy’s cologne wasn’t exactly helping, though. Along with the fact that Lance’s face was so close to his own, like, he could feel the warmth of the other’s skin and ugh, Keith really hated his life right now.

Their cheeks were practically touching— anyway. It wasn’t like he could exactly blame Lance for this. He and Allura had been dancing around each other for those damn three years while Keith was on the other side of the room, casually pretending he didn’t mind Lance’s insane pining. And that his poor gay heart wasn’t suffering because of it.

It was usually easy to pretend that it wasn’t affecting him, at all. This particular situation, however, was a whole new level.

“If she sees me, I might as well die of embarrass-ment!”

That last part turned into a squeak. Keith guessed that one of them had looked in their general direction because Lance, of all things, had buried his face in Keith’s neck.

Peachy.

Keith turned his head a little and tried to focus on their voices as a way to distract himself. They seemed neither nearer nor farther in his opinion. Probably hadn’t even noticed their presence. In fact, they were laughing again, so Lance was truly being paranoid about this.

“They’ll probably talk for another two hours,” Keith whispered and, interestingly, felt Lance shiver. “You’re not gonna die if she sees you, Lance. Let’s just go. ”

But Lance was flailing and squeezing his shoulders, shaking like crazy. Keith was so confused.

“… What?” he mumbled.

“Stoptalkingittickles.”

Right. Yeah, the back of Lance’s neck was really close to his lips, so that made sense.

Surely Keith was not an asshole. He wasn’t gonna take advantage of this. No, not at all—

Never mind. Yes, he was.

“Sorry, what was that?” Keith oh so innocently spoke, making his words even breathier than necessary and almost chuckled when Lance psychically cringed, digging his fingers into Keith’s shirt.

“Fuck you, oh my god,” Lance huffed and raised his head, probably as some sort of way to defend his sensitive neck, but there were more than enough openings.

Gloved hands snuck down to Lance’s waist, slipped under his jacket and threateningly stayed there, enjoying the full body shiver he managed to cause with that simple touch. Lance was glaring daggers at him, obviously trying to look intimidating, but it was pretty cute in Keith’s eyes.

Lance was literally pouting. “Keith, my dude, my man, think about what you’re doing.”

“I already am,” was the smug reply, accompanied by a small squeeze that made Lance jerk forward with a panicked gasp. “’s pretty fun if you ask me.”

Squeeze, squeeze.

“They’ll hear us!” Lance panted, his lips curled into a forced smile, hands still holding onto Keith’s arms for dear life.

“Better make sure they don’t, then.”

It was so mean. Maybe a little too mean. Still, creating a memory of Lance laughing breathlessly into the crook of his neck was gonna be worth it. Their position had been an absolute nightmare before and now he was able to enjoy every second of it.

Now he didn’t mind their proximity, or the lovely smell of Lance’s cologne, or the way his warm hands were gripping his upper arms. He could get used to Lance’s short huffs of giggles brushing over his collarbone, his body twitching along with his fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin because, well, he’d casually flicked up his shirt and went under it.

Yeah, there it was. A muffled shriek. He could feel Lance’s lips stretching into a wide grin.

At this point, Keith was shaking with silent laughter, too. His fingers roamed over Lance’s back, muscles twitching every time he brushed over another ticklish spot and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

“I hate y-you,” Lance groaned and jumped when Keith’s fingers hovered near his ribs. “I will get you back for this.”

Instead of answering, Keith scribbled a bunch of random patterns over the other’s ribcage that made Lance go rigid before he hid his face in Keith’s chest, more soft laughter escaping. Allura and the other girl were still talking and didn’t appear to have noticed Keith being a huge dick, so he decided he could step up his game a little.

By leaning forward until his lips were close to Lance’s ear again and murmuring, “Sure you will.”

Poor Lance scrunched up his shoulders and waved his hands around like a ninja, which was so very amusing that Keith had to look away for a second to compose himself. His hands were still very much under Lance’s shirt, just chilling. Holding his waist like guy friends do.

Keith was going to hell for this, wasn’t he.

Yeah, it was bad. But also kind of fun. Lance was holding him so tightly, bubbly and giddy laughter continuously pouring out of him and Keith both loved and hated himself for being the one responsible for it.

“I’m dying,” Lance whined through his endless stream of giggles and laid his hands over Keith’s chest. Not holding him, but not pushing him away, either. All the while Keith ran his hands over his sides and ribs, barely grazing him, but it had the desired effect nonetheless. “The police will come for your sneaky ass.”

“I’ll go to jail for tickling you?”

Snicker. “Yes.”

Stupid, unbelievable Lance was mirroring his smirk. “Idiot.”

Apparently their voices had been loud enough to draw attention, because they heard footsteps. It was somehow possible for Lance to bring their bodies even closer and Keith instinctively tightened his grip on his hips.

“Thought I heard voices. Oh, hey, it’s Lance! And— Keith?”

Keith should’ve seen this coming. “Hi.”

“… It’s not what it looks like?” Lance added lamely, still curled up in Keith’s arms, face flushed beyond saving.

A few seconds passed in which Allura’s eyes darted back and forth between them before her pretty face broke into a knowing smile. “I’m sure it isn’t. Sorry for interrupting.”

The other girl politely stayed on the other side of the wall, so Keith couldn’t see her and he was thankful for that. Lance simply flashed her one of his dashing grins, clearly aware of the fact that he wasn’t gonna sweet-talk himself out of this one and Keith was starting to feel the guilt eating at him.

It had all been fun and games until now. Maybe he’d overstepped some boundaries. Damn.

He nodded when Allura told them goodnight and left him and (his feelings for) Lance alone.

“We were spotted,” Keith awkwardly broke the silence after they were out of earshot.

Lance still hadn’t moved. “Yeah and it was totally your fault.”

“Pretty sure it was yours.”

It drew another small huff of laughter out of Lance who finally decided to stand up straight and, oh, Keith probably had to pull his hands back. They felt oddly cold and he could only watch as Lance fixed his shirt and jacket.

“Guess you were right.”

Blink, blink. “I was right?” Keith gaped at him.

“Yeah,” Lance flashed him a grin. “She saw me and I didn’t die. I’m a total survivor.”

Right. That.

“Told you,” Keith managed to grin back and followed him out of the alley until he fell into step beside him. They also fell into a silence but Lance did move closer to him, their shoulders and hands shyly touching. “You’re not… mad?”

“’course not.” Lance looked back at him, a soft smile on his face. “I’ll admit I was being a bit dramatic. You can make it up to me by coming over for a movie night.”

Irony. ‘Twas truly a funny thing.

#voltron #klance #tickling #tickle fic #laith #lance mcclain #keith kogane #my fic #i'm really very rusty #it's just fluff #just boys being giggly in an alley #that's it that's the fic #I'll be taking my leave now

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shlutnutt · 3 years

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"you were?"

w: orgasm denial, handjob, sub colin, dom reader, slightly public sexual interactions // not really proof read *

"You were?" insisted Colin whilst looking directly into your eyes, keeping his rough cold hands inside his long jacket's inner pockets, allowing the cold wind kiss both of your faces.

He was positive that you in fact spyed on him whilst he showered, admiring how magical he looked as the warm water droplets caressed his soft skin, how he massaged himself every single time he stepped in the shower, he knew, and knew well.

"Why would I even do that? We're coworkers, aren't we?" you replied in ease, adoring how his curious brown puppy eyes stared into your own, in attentiveness.

It were the times like these that made your interest for Colin arise to unimaginable levels, the times where he gains up the courage to even go speak to you, let you know that he'll be there to help, that he'll be there whenever you needed a second hand with the ongoing investigations.

"what does us being coworkers have to do with anything?" he giggled, hiding his adorable timid smile whilst mainting that eye contact that drove you over the edge, that made you just want to attach your lips onto his in that instant, to allow the warmth of both of your bodies combine into one, he felt the same way, you deep down knew he did.

Zable's a soft pup, didn't take a scientist to figure that one out, a needy one in fact. The way he wouldn't go a day without pleasing himself, moaning and groaning profanities along the way, whimpering out your name at times. You'd sit in the office right outside of the bathroom, just to hear his sweet submissive self, going crazy to his own touch. Having everything memorized you've never got caught up, except for the one time he's seen you just right outside of the stall pretending you've forgotten something.

"well, coworkers don't originally do that.. kinda stuff." you were quick to respond, attempting to make the awkwardness in the conversation become a better sympathetic one, zable tilting his head slightly to the side in perplexion. "what do you mean by 'that kinda stuff'?, just say it! pleasure and sex." he grinned, demonstrating his soft dimples in the slight grin he exposed, watching how giggly you've become to the words coming out of his mouth.

"well, yeah." you returned the smile, observing how he suddenly removed his hands from the warm pockets in his jacket, creating friction in between his hands, in attempt of warming them up a bit. You only eyed his sudden moves before feeling his huge hands connect to both of your cheeks, lifting your head up slightly, admiring the blushy effect he himself had created.

"yup.. pleasure and sex." you fill in the tensing silence, quite avoiding the sparkle of his eyes to reattach themselves onto yours again, falling onto the warmth of his hands on your face, his soft smile not once leaving his form. "what do you know about pleasure and sex, y/n?" colin questioned, taking you by surprise to reconnecting your eyes with his. "i know a fair amount." you answer, feeling the beat of your heart quicken at an incredible pace, making it difficult for you to say anything else. "how about you?" you were quick to retrace after noticing the sweet smile that attached to his face drop into a moderate smirk.

"let's say a fair amount, also." speculated zable, before closing the distance of your faces instantaneously, sliding his lips through yours, not yet giving into the full kiss, making you chase his lips desperately.

"ask me how i knew you wanted this?" broke off colin, in the millimeter of space there held between your needy mouths. "tell me baby." you instantly release, not yet giving into the kiss you both craved just so much.

"i caught you spying on me the other day, i even heard you." reported colin in nothing but a seductive mumble as he closed the gap once again this time fully giving into the kiss, allowing his lips to intertwine with your own soft ones in hopelessness. He tried, and hard, to dominate you. To make you his, to make you squirm under him, when all he was, was a soft submissive pup who deep down wanted to be edged till' he continuously begged to cum.

You rapidly detached his hands from your face, attaching your own onto his neck into a soft chokehold, causing a grin to slightly interrupt the kiss before you went back to connecting your lips onto his, this time allowing the kiss to grow deeper and deeper, authorizing his wettened tongue to slip between your lips. The two of you making out now, whilst attaching your bodies closer and closer to minimize the cold winds that surfaced.

"think you can be a good boy for me?" you challenged in the kiss, producing a tiny whimper to escape colin's needy lips, him looking at you in need attempting to hide the thick boner that emerged through his dress pants. "don't hide that from me honey, i want to look at it." you taunted, tracing his nipples with your fingers through his shirt, him attempting to disclose his uncontrollable heavy breathing.

"b-but what if they.. see us.. y/n.." groaned zable ever so near into your ear, turning you on more than what you couldn't imagine was enough.

"we'll be fine baby boy, its an alley nobody goes through, okay?" you assure before pressing soft open mouthed kisses along his freshly shaved jawline and neck, zable throwing his head back in pleasure, giving you more access. "like this?" you teased, inserting your right hand into his pants, slightly massaging his leaking bulge through his boxers. "mhm.." he hummed in response, pressing his lips together to contain his angelic moans from arising once again, taking into consideration the fact that you guys were outside. "use your words angel." you indicated, massaging onto his hard on harsher now, feeling how tense he's become. "yes, yes.. y/n. i like that.. beautiful." revealed colin, the small nickname added at the end of his sentence, making your core tingle.

Colin couldn't resist it, not for a second, couldn't resist the small kisses and massages that you praised him with, he couldn't handle all of the sudden tension that you were more than willing of acclaiming him with more of. He was oddly warm and fully submitted to you, allowing you to do anything you'd like to him, as his soft and low groans complemented his delicate divine beauty under you. He was needy, absolutely needy and hopeless, nearly cumming on himself from the slight love bites you attached onto his pale skin, the wet kisses you contracted along his adam's apple and sharp jawline, to back to his mouth, you only enjoying how much he struggled with kissing you back whilst you fully toyed around with his now purple-tipped cock.

"im..clo-" attempted to whimper out colin before you shushed him yet again with another kiss, replacing his words with your own. "don't cum until i tell you, precious." was all you said to witness zable nodding aggressively to your order, you taking it as a sign to speed up your movements on his throbbing member, lifting your hand up towards your face to spit on it and returning it onto his cock, continuously, using your saliva as lube. You only sped up your massaging to fully stroking him through his pants, unbuttoning the one single black button on his dress pants for more available stroking space, feeling your ears get utterly blessed by his soft whimpers, him biting on your neck to keep quiet, one of his hands carefully applied onto your breast while the other one was lightly pressed on your lower back, pulling you in closer and closer to him, producing a slight amount of friction with your soaked up core, his pulsating member and the rapid movement of your hand.

"please.. please. it hurts."

"please what, darling?"

"i want to cum, please let me cum.. please.." begged zable, wanting nothing but to be able to release, you shaking your head in denial producing a long groan to supress out of his now dried out lips from moaning. You now pulled out his thumping cock, to be surprised with the sight of his purple tip leaking in precum, staining the brown furry coat you were. He was surprisingly large, "when you cum, say my name okay?" you requested, the man nodding urgently between a mix of profanities and yeses.

You now accommodated your knees onto the pavement you both stood on, opening your mouth widely to suckle him once, "go on, my sweet slut, come for me." you ordered, allowing colin to release loads and loads of his cum onto your face groaning out your name in between. You only licked up the warm liquids the softly caressed your face, quickly getting up from your uncomfortable stance to attach your lips onto his. Colin kissing you back urgently in between breathy moans as he attempted to come down from his high.

"good pup." you praised, whilst returning his softnening member to its natural warm habitat carefully. Zable being left completely speechless from the adrenaline, collapsing onto your shoulder in relief.

"Coworkers don't do this kinda stuff." he whispered onto your ear, kissing it delicately.

taglist: @divineruler @copy-of-a-cheeto @booboomother @evanmybeloved @billyhxrgrove @sinnersblood @crssjjh @myriadofcranes @mossybank

#evan peters #smut #imagines #x dom!reader #colin zable #colinzable #mare of easttown #detective colin zable #dirty imagine #fanfic

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queenoftheundead-art · 2 years

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Could I get a matchup for one of the Primis boys? ☺️

My name's Angel. I'm a redheaded, Irish country girl. I take great pride in my appearance, and I'm rarely ever seen without makeup. I'm very shy and meek when I first meet someone, but once I'm comfortable, I'm very bubbly and talkative, and super giggly. I'm one to smile and laugh a lot, even at the dumbest things. I'm also a hopeless romantic, but I get flustered at the mere thought of anything like that, despite loving it. I'm very affectionate, and will happily cuddle and squish those dearest to me.

I love being outside surrounded by the nature. Going out on nature walks is something I love. I absolutely love music. However my taste in music doesn't match my appearance. I like rock and metal, but also Irish folk music. I also play video games from time to time, usually shooter games. I read and/or write whenever I get the chance. I enjoy the simple pleasures in life. Dancing and singing are perhaps my favourite things to do. I just wanna dance and be silly with someone. That's all I ask haha.

Hope my jumbled description is okay haha Take your time, and thanks in advance 😊

Okay so, this isnt pandering, this is my genuine thoughts

I MATCH YOU WITH: TANK DEMPSEY

Tank (in my opinion) is a very physical person, like this dudes love language is physical affection, so you wanting to squish or cuddle him is right up his alley

I def headcannon Dempsey as someone who likes to listen to rock, metal, and anything like it, so yall could vibe very well with music (also he talks about being part irish so I think he would appreciate the folk music)

Hes a very energetic man that just wants to have fun so hes def your guy

Another thing is that he would find your personality so goddamn cute. Like this man would fuckin bear hug you man, and tell you how fuckin adorable you are

Now, I headcannon Dempsey as someone who is from the country side of America. Being from the country myself, he definitely gives sweet country boy vibes. So those nature walks are his thing def. He will hold your hand the entire time, and may or may not just straight up pick you up and carry you bride style if you even MENTION being a lil tired

Youre def Dempsey's dream girl here man. Like, no joke, this man would be head over heels for ya

#thanks for the ask!#ask #matchups #call of duty #call of duty black ops #black ops zombies #tank dempsey #primis dempsey #ultimis dempsey #CoD

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asmo-ds · 4 years

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The MC going to a concert/fan meet up of a popular demon artist. And the bro’s get jealous over how giggly and shy MC acts around the demon. With MC saying “haha, the things I’d let them do to me~” swooning over them lol

w/ fangirl/boy!MC (Slight 18+)

PLEASE READ

summary: MC gets tickets to a concert that come with a meet and greet at the end with their fav artist so they invite their demon bro to tag along and MC makes some rather bold comments after the meet

- He is a bit ticked off at the artist for their influence on his MC

- Doesn’t this artist know who he is? Doesn’t he know how much pain Lucifer could bring him for this?

- When they walk away and MC jokingly says “ haha, the things I’d let them do to me~” Lucifer loses his patience

- He drags MC back to the car and drives home and drags them to his office, and before they can sit he bends them over his desk running his hands all over them in his jealous rage

- Nips their ear and tells them to repeat the things they’d let that artist do so he can remind them that he does it all better

- He spends most of the concert thinking about how much he can steal in the large crowd

- When he and MC go to the meet and greet though, the artist offers to take a picture with MC and throws an arm over their shoulder

- He flinches cuz 1. he’s used to demons who want to hurt MC and not humans who’s touches are typically innocent and 2. because that's his human don’t touch please.

- When get in the car MC swoons and says “the things I’d let them do to me~” he gets angry and pulls them onto his lap, ensuring they were in the emptiest area of the parking lot before reminding them who they belong to

- “I’m ya first man, ya hear? Only I get to do these things to you, got it?”

- They both were super excited to meet the artist as they were MC’s favorite and they had also written the soundtrack to one of Levi’s favorite games

- He enjoys the show at almost faints at the meet and greet

- He thinks its adorable how MC is acting cute and shy around the artist, but when he realizes the artist caused them to act like this he is a bit jealous, he keeps his cool though

- Until the walk home that is

- When MC mentions how they’d let the artist do “things” to them Leviathan turns into his demon form and growls at them

- “Fine go be with that dumb artist then! You shouldn’t even be near a yucky otaku like me!”

- MC gives him a kiss and remind him that he says things like that about Ruri-chan and was being a hypocrite AND they love him too much to ever leave him

- He is pretty pissed that the concert was so loud as he likes quiet environments where he can read

- When the meet and greet comes up he feels a bit relieved to know it was almost over and then he could go lock himself in the library

- Then he sees the celebrity hug MC and kiss their cheek, he feels the rage boiling inside and tries to keep his cool

- But if you’re within six feet of him you’d feel the wrath and irritation radiating off of him

- Also annoyed you’d act so cute for an artist and not act like that around him

- MC was too caught up in their own world on the walk home to realize Satan wasn’t in the mood for joking as they joked about how they’d let the artist do things to them

- Yea that’s not gonna fly - he pulls them into the nearest alley away from prying eyes as he reminds them who they belong to and who does everything better

- They were both so hyped and dressed up all pretty for the concert

- Asmodeus was also hugging the artist super tight and receiving a kiss on the cheek

- He finds it funny how shy they are about the whole thing and cant help but tease them a bit in front of the artist just to make them even more shy and blushy

- Afterwards they both talk about the show and everything that happened.

- When MC says “ugh, the things I’d let them do to me ~” Asmo is like I KNOW RIGHT

- Asmo forces MC to walk him to his room and when they get there he leans in to their ear and whispers “Those things you’d let them do to you... what do you say I take their place, dove”

- Beel has never been one to be a big fan of an artist, I think

- I feel like he listens to music but doesn’t care for the artist so he doesn’t understand MC’s love of the artist but he wants them to be happy

- When he sees the artist hugging MC his reflex is to keep his eyes locked on them because he’s used to demons who wanna hurt them touching them

- He finds MC’s giggly and shy attitude adorable and he is just happy that they’re happy

- When MC says they’d let the artist do things to them he gets sad

- He is a bit pouty the whole way home and is wicked sad and insecure now, nice goin MC >:(

- He would rather be sleeping and it’s difficult to do that at a concert as he’d probably get trampled

- Whines the whole time they’re there unless MC gets really sad abt it then he shuts up

- When the artist touches MC by hugging them/giving a kiss on the cheek Belphie sends a death glare their way and wants to wipe the smug look off of their face

- When MC expresses how they’d let the artist do things to them he just grumbles

- He’ll act like a brat for a few days but eventually he straight up forgets it every happened cuz he slept it off

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unholyplumpprincess · 4 years

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Did You Just Bite Me?!

For @shortythescreen !

(Older content)

Summary: In which Pennywise asks (read: demands) your attention in exchange to not make goldfish crackers out of your little sibling, and wants to play a little more than board games with you.

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!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked!!!

Fandom: It

Relationship: Pennywise/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Blood, biting, grinding/dry humping, nothing really explicit here but it’s hella suggestive so? Uh Pennywise is a masochist.

Words: 1.1k

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To be in cahoots with an eldritch demon that feasted on the flesh of children and any flavor of fear, AND lived in the plentiful underground sewers was not an easy life. To be perfectly, perfectly fair, it hadn’t been your idea of ‘on purpose’ to BECOME one of the clown’s “friends” as he put it with saliva drooling down his chin. It had been an accident, a case of ‘my bad’, if you will.

And truly what a ‘my bad’ situation it had been.

Your younger sibling had been complaining about a monster under the bed or in the closet. Not wanting to hurt their feelings and remind them that they were ten and they KNEW monsters weren’t real, you crouched down to their level and smiled at them full of mischief and yelled, “Oh BOY, I SURE hope that if there IS a monster in here that they come have a PARTY in my room! Because this little BRAVE KNIGHT,“ You pause to pinch your sibling’s cheeks affectionately, beaming as they giggle. “-Will kick your butt otherwise!”

Maybe not the most sense-making thinking to say, but it HAD made your sibling laugh and shoo you away. And that should have been it, right? You should have gone to bed, no problems whatsoever, and listened to your music peacefully as you let your mind daydream. Eyes shut, lying on your bed with only the dim lights of your fairy lights to illuminate behind your eyelids.

Except wishing for such simplicity, was something foolish in Derry.

~Rest under the cut~

At some point you had drifted off into lalaland and had been awoken by your headphones being pulled off. At first you had mumbled for your sibling to go away, batting at them in the dark playfully until your fingers brushed silken fabric and a...puffball?

A giggly, goofy laugh had your eyes shooting open and a large hand smacking over your mouth. A gleeful voice follows ruby red lips and a pair of bright baby blues- face painted like...like a clown??? “Aw, I thought you invited me to a party? I LOVE parties! And you wouldn’t want to disappoint the clown, would you?”

His voice drops upon his last sentence, almost a growl, and you’re not sure when you had blacked out with fear or even when the routine of him showing up in your room at night went. But, in the end, your little sibling was out of its teeth! As long as you played his games.

At some point, the games went from scary like tag with a killer clown with him humming cryptic things as he tried to hunt you, or to simple things like you picking a board game. It’s like a switch could be flipped. You weren’t sure what had been going on until he had you pinned one day in an alley on your way home from work, nose tucked into the crook of your neck and snarling about how good you smelled. How you dripped with arousal. How you’d be so scared under him, yes you would-

Apparently flipping him and pinning him to the wall by his neck and snarling back that you weren’t playing these fucking games right now had activated a new frenzy.

Games that were new.

Games like the one you played now.

Hide and seek.

Where if he found you, and oh he would find you he had promised, he got to play a new game. A game he picked and you would play.

You figured, hey, Scrabble wasn’t so bad for the third time in a row.

That isn’t what he meant.

You find that what you thought was lipstick on his cherry red lips does not budge when he forces your mouth to his. You find none of his makeup moves off, but instead you can feel with your tongue at the seam of his lip at the corners that there is a split there. You hardly focus on it when his hands grab your ass, tugging you closer to his hips urgently and you pull back.

A hand wraps around his neck, holding him firmly there. The game was simple enough, though unexpected. ‘Be mean to the clown’ he had gleefully shouted before smashing your lips together. ‘Punish me!’ he’d repeated yet again, and you supposed you could do that.

A snarl works its way from his lips, baring his now sharpened rows of teeth as his eyes bleed to golden. Your fingers trace up his throat, grabbing his jaw harshly and forcing it to the side the second his nails bite into your ass and he’s trying to yank you again. He can do so, easily, but you still put resistance and tense your thighs so he doesn’t get the grind he wants.

“You said this was your game, and I’m playing it. Exactly how you want.” You say calmly, your voice less breathless than you thought it would be. When he opens his mouth, you slap your hand firmly over it, aware of his frenzy of teeth lying just beneath. You briefly feel him nip at your palm, only skimming the sharpness across and missing any puncture. Brat. “And now you think you can try and bite me? That’s not very fair, Penny, I’m being a good sport.”

Your tone makes him growl under you again, a frenzied animal as his hips hump up against you. You feel something wet under you, but pay it no mind. Instead you focus on the pale expanse of his neck when he tries to shake off your hand, giving you a perfect moment to lean down.

The minute your teeth seal over the spot and you bite down, you move your hand from his mouth with great judgement. You feel his hips thrust up into yours, his hands finally making their way into your pants to sink his talons into the softness of your ass as you bite hard enough until you taste blood.

“Did you just BITE me, little thing?!” He all but cries out, his tone breathless and in disbelief. It’s such a funny tone for him that you pull back, sitting up on his hips with a grin across your lips and blood dotting the corner of your mouth.

“You bit me first.” You state as if you were talking about the weather. Watching as his eyes try to come into focus, looking all about your face before finally landing on your lips. One of his hands leaves your body to rest on the spot, face full of confusion, uncharacteristically looking...bashful.

You grin proudly when the gold from his eyes starts to bleed into blue, eyes averting from your face as he murmurs if you’ll do it again.

Atta clown.

#Pennywise #It #Pennywise x Reader #nsft #lemon #princess writing

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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hi i have a request! imagine for tommy he picked you up at the bar so he doesn’t know you very well but you guys ~do the nasty~ and later he overhears from your one friend telling lizzie that you faked your orgasm and he hunts you down determined to make you cum for real

HI! thanks so much for this request- I adored writing it!

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT also swearing bc... peaky blinders?

It was the grand opening of the Shelbys’ new bar, and naturally, almost all of Small Heath was crammed into the main room. The whiskey and gin (from Shelby Company Limited, of course) was flowing, and the Swing Band was playing loudly, much to the joy of the inebriated men and women dancing. You hummed to yourself, touching up your lipstick before calling for another round for you and your girlfriends, Ada and Lizzie. “You want another drink, Linda? Maybe just stout?” you asked, getting your coin purse out.

“Don’t bother yourself. I won’t succumb to that temptation. Just tonic water for me,” you rolled your eyes and soon received your drinks. “So you won’t touch gin, but you’ll happily play in the snow, eh?” Ada smirked, winking at you as she sipped her drink. You spluttered into your own.

“Come on, ladies,” you said, sensing the tension growing between sisters-in-law. “Let’s dance before the band starts playing that American rubbish,”

Together, you joined in with the dancing, giggling and cheering each other on. “C’mon Lizzie! Spin me around! I wanna be twirled,” you squealed, and the taller woman happily complied. You were new to the company, and she wanted to make you feel welcome before the boys scared you off. Soon you left the dancefloor, leaving the girls, to get another drink. You arrived at the bar, giggling and breathless, and ordered your favourite drink.

“Miss YLN,” a low voice rumbled next to you as the bartender poured your drink. “I don’t believe we’ve properly met. Been keeping the books, eh? My brother John says you’ve very neat handwriting, and hardly cross any number out,” You nodded as your eyes met Thomas Shelby’s.

“Oh… yes, Mr Shelby,” you murmured. “I try to make them neat so you lot don’t get muddled up,” you said. He nodded. The bartender put your drink in front of you and you reached for your purse. Tommy stopped you and gestured to the bartender that your drink ought to be on the house.

He soon took you into the side room, kicking Finn and Isiah out. “My secretary, Lizzie, recommended you to me,” he said as you perched opposite him. He lit a cigarette, rubbing it along his lip before taking a drag. “And I’ve been trying to figure you out. Couldn’t find anything,”

“I didn’t grow up ‘round here. When my mum died I took her maiden name. Most of her lot were killed. The Somme, I think,”

“And your dad?” he asked, watching you as you drank.

“The bastard died in France too, as far as I know. But I left home after Mum died. That was before the war,”

An hour later, you were still talking, although the pair of you had drained a bottle of whiskey. You were giggly and warm when drunk, but Tommy only closed in more. This didn’t bother you in the slightest. You leaned forward and smirked. “So, Mr Shelby, do I meet your approval, eh?”You were so close to him, and your pupils were dilated with what could only be described as a mixture of inebriation and desire.

“Yes. Yes, you do. C’mere,” he grunted, dragging you into his lap. He pressed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, his hand already running up your thigh. You groaned and wriggled, sucking his lip into your mouth, grinding your heat onto his tenting trousers. He growled, unbuckling his belt and shoving his trousers down, and tearing your knickers down. He stood up, bending you over the table, before rutting into you animalistically. You whimpered, crying out, pushing back into him. His thrusts soon became sloppy, and you reached to stroke your pulsing clit- but he grabbed your hand as soon as he saw you moving, pinning you down and shouting out his release. It was a good job the band had started playing a popular song, otherwise, the whole of Birmingham would have heard you.

You panted, expecting him to carry on thrusting to bring you over the edge. Instead, you heard the sound of a belt buckle and the door slamming shut.

The experience sobered you up slightly and you straightened your dress, fixing your lipstick and hair before slipping out of the side room. You bumped into Lizzie and told her you were going home, as you were working in the morning. She nodded and took in your dishevelled (despite your best efforts) appearance. “Get some rest,” she said knowingly, giving you a wink.

The next day, you arrived at work despite your headache. You lit a lamp, as it was still a little dark out, and started on the books, flicking through the notes scribbled by various members of the Shelby clan. You worked in peace for ten minutes before Lizzie and Pol came into the room, chatting.

“There she is. How’s your head?” Lizzie grinned, sliding you some aspirin. You smiled gratefully and took the tablets.

“Holy shit,” Pol commented, staring at the bruise on your throat. You blushed deeply and tugged your collar closed. You hated wearing this blouse buttoned all the way up, but needs must.

“Wild night, eh?” Lizzie asked, getting her own paperwork sorted as Pol went to fix tea.

“Not really,” You sighed, looking down. You wanted to ground to swallow you whole.

“Oh, piss off. You came out of that side room five minutes after Tommy, looking like you’d been dragged through a hedge backwards, and you show up to work with a dirty great love bite on your throat,” she grinned. “I’m not judging you, by the way. If anything I’m impressed. He’s been a right prick lately,”

“And he was a right prick last night,” you hissed. “Moody bastard, and a lousy fuck as well. Didn’t even finish me off, I had to fake it in the end,” you glared down at your paperwork. Lizzie chuckled and rubbed your shoulder gently. Polly came back into the room with the cups and teapot, pouring for you all.

“So who’s the man? Boyfriend we haven’t heard of?” She asked, smirking.

“It was Tommy, Pol,” Lizzie explained. You kept your eyes down. “Apparently he’s a lousy fuck. Our poor YN was treated worse than the back alley whores by the sounds of it,”

Prolly frowned and set your tea in front of you. “Wouldn’t think a lousy fuck would leave that mark,” she said slyly. “Use a cold spoon and some powder when you get home,” she advised.

“And then tonight, go dancing and get a man who’ll treat you right, eh?” Said Lizzie. “You deserve better than someone rutting against you like a dog,”

The two women had cheered you up significantly and you smiled weakly until Arthur’s loud voice cut across your conversation.

“Rutting like a dog? Was that what you and Tommy were up to last night?” He grinned, having overheard, and you flushed angrily.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed, YN, you are a pretty little thing-” he said, his smile dropping when he saw that his banter wasn’t making you laugh like normal.

“No. I’m not embarrassed. If anything, I’d be embarrassed for your brother. Who would’ve thought Thomas Shelby didn’t know his way around a woman, let alone how to properly please her!” You turned around. “Pol, I’m going home. My head is banging and I need to concentrate on these books. Arthur’s done all the adding up wrong. Dock my pay if need be,” You took the heavy leather-bound book and tucked it under your arm, before storming out of the betting shop, right past Tommy without even noticing.

The peace of your home was what you needed. You brewed yourself a pot of tea with the nice teabags you had picked up from the market, and settled yourself at your rickety old desk, going through the books and copying them up neatly, and more importantly, precisely. You even hummed to yourself, soon letting the stress of the previous night slowly fade away.

That was until there was a sharp knock on your door. You sighed, getting up. There was another knock. “Alright! I’m coming. Rent’s not due for another week, though!” You called, going to take the door off the latch.

There in the doorway, in all his glory, was your boss. His cap was drawn over his face and he blew out a breath of smoke. “YN. Can I come in?”

You wanted nothing more than to slam the door in his face and lock it, put the chain on and drown him out with your rusty gramophone. But-

“Fine. But put that cigarette out before you step over my threshold. The last tenant was a bad smoker and I’ve only just got the smell out of the cushions,” when the door shut, you turned around, crossing your arms. “What do you want, Mr Shelby?”

“Mr Shelby, is it now?” He asked, smirking. “That’s no way to greet a guest, is it. Are you going to offer me a drink?”

“No, I’m not. You don’t take me as one for cold tea with no milk,” you quipped. “What do you want?”

He arched his brow, looking you up and down as if you were a fresh cut from the butcher. You stood a little straighter, determined not to look small. “What I want, YN, is to know what your little fuss was about earlier on,” he said lowly.

You scoffed. “Oh please. You know exactly what it was about, and even if you didn’t, I’m sure the boys would’ve informed you,” you said coldly. “If you must know, I was pissed. Still am. Because I let you… have me. And I’m pissed because you treated me like a common whore, and I’m pissed because everyone knows and will think less of me,” you said, flushing, brow furrowed.

“And what’s all this about being a lousy fuck, eh?” He asked, face like stone.

“Oh you heard that part well enough, didn’t you?” You suppressed an annoyed laugh. “It’s true. You are a lousy fuck. D’you bend all your women over and hump them like a dog in heat or am I just special?”

“YN…,” he said, voice low, standing up and walking to you.

“You know, I’ve had better shags when I was a teenager. At least the lads I used to go out with had the decency to finish me off once their balls were empty!” You ranted, unaware of him stalking closer and closer, like a panther on the prowl.

He pushed you against the wall, arms braced either side of your head. You gulped. Had you pushed him too far? You looked up at him through your lashes, and couldn’t help but lick your lips, your breath already becoming shallow. “Finish you off, eh? Is that what you want?” He asked lowly, leaning to growl in your ear, sending a shiver that crawled all over your skin and made your eyelashes flutter.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Y-yes…” you whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes please, Mr Shelby,”

That was all he needed. He gripped your hips and pulled them tight against his, kissing you ferociously, his hands gripping, squeezing, stroking every inch of you he could reach. You moaned against his mouth and scrabbled at his heavy coat and jacket, pushing them to the floor. You began fumbling with his belt when he grabbed your wrists, holding the, above your head.

“Ah Ah Ah,” he said roughly. “I intend to make up for last night. And believe me, YN, I’m feeling particularly generous tonight,” He hoisted you up by the thighs and held you against him, carrying you to your bedroom and kicking the door shut. He deposited you onto the bed, before looking down at you. “Dress. Off.” He demanded, and you all too eagerly complied, much to his satisfaction, casting it aside, quickly followed by your slip, leaving you in your knickers and bra. He chuckled darkly at your eagerness, and when you went to undo your garter and stockings, he halted your hands, shaking his head. You nodded obediently and watched as he kneeled down in front of you. You pressed your knees together, but he tutted and caressed your legs, from ankle to thigh.

“Don’t be shy, YN,” he murmured.

“No one’s ever…” you whispered, shifting your thighs together. He cocked his brow up and smirked.

“No one’s ever what, pet?” He asked, pushing your thighs apart and making quick work of your stockings. “Tasted you? Not even all those boys who knew how to please you, eh?”

You nodded and bit your lip, gasping at the new sensation of his hot breath skittering across your core as he pressed filthy, open-mouthed kisses against your heat. He nipped the inside of your thighs to get you to spread them further and inhale your musk, shuddering at the scent of your arousal.

“You won’t even remember your own fucking name once I’m through with you, love,” he promised, stroking his finger lazily up the seam of your underwear, pressing it against your clit. You clenched your fists into the sheets, thighs already trembling. This did not go unnoticed, and Tommy chuckled darkly at your desperation. “So responsive,” he murmured, dragging your underwear down torturously slowly, before burying his face between your legs. You whimpered as you felt his tongue running up your slit, gathering your arousal before he swallowed with a groan, gripping your thighs tightly and holding them apart. He traced your sopping folds with the very point of his tongue, his nose occasionally bumping your swollen clit, but giving it nowhere near enough attention for your liking.

“Tommy please!” You whimpered after at least ten minutes of him scrubbing the flat of his tongue against your heat, nipping at your thighs, and even pushing his tongue into you. He pulled away and looked up at you with raised eyebrows, your slick glistening obscenely on his chin.

“Please, what, YN? Use your words,” he demanded.

“Please, touch me!” You cried, shifting your hips, trying to get some friction to your needy clit.

“Touch you where YN? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” he said smirking cockily, pinning your hips down to still you.

“On my… my… here!” You whimpered, reaching a hand down to flick at your throbbing nub. “Please, Tommy, please!”

He growled and knocked your hand away, instantly attaching his lips to it, sucking like a man starved and flicking his tongue under the hood. You cried out and tipped your head back, gripping whatever handful of hair you could, swearing like a sailor. “Oi. Watch. Eyes on me.” He commanded, although slightly muffled by your writhing hips. You whined softly but nodded, focusing on watching the gorgeous man devouring you. Your eyes fluttered when you felt a familiar tension building up in the pit of your belly, your clit beginning to throb against his tongue. Your breath came in sharp gasps, and you bucked your hips up, desperate to tip over the edge, so close already-

Then… nothing.

You groaned, glaring down at the man before you, who still held all the power despite being on his knees. You whined trying to grab him back. “What the fuck? Please, I was so close!” You said, intending to sound angry, but actually sounding needy and desperate. He grinned.

“I know,” Bastard. He repeated this routine several times, bringing you right up to the edge, but dragging you away at the last moment, until you were practically sobbing with need. When he had taken his fill of your nectar, he worshipped your breasts, sucking and nipping and kissing and lathing his tongue over your nipples until you were writhing, arching your back, convinced you would cum from this stimulation alone.

“Please, Tommy!” You whined, fingers tangled in his cropped hair as he sucked a dark mark on your breast. “Please, Tommy, you’ve proved your point, please!” You sounded pathetic, begging like a whore, but to be quite frank, you could give a bigger fuck if you tried. “Just… please, Tommy, I need you. Need to feel you,” you whispered, stroking his jaw as he resurfaced, his piercing eyes trained on yours. “Need you to fill me up, claim me… I’m yours, Tom. Don’t you want to feel me cumming all over your cock?”

Your words were meant to rile Tommy up, but they made you shift and whimper and buck despite yourself. “Good girl,” he whispered. “I’m very impressed with you. I’m going to fuck you, YN, and I’m going to do it properly,” You nodded eagerly and watched with glazed eyes as he discarded his waistcoat, shirt and trousers. You licked your lips as he dropped his underwear, groaning at the sight of his long, thick cock bouncing free, already leaking.

All for you.

You whimpered as Tommy crawled up the mattress towards you, already spreading your legs for him. “Please,” you whispered, reaching for him. He nodded, slowly pushing himself into you, bracing his elbows either side of your head. You cried out at the stretch of him, arching your back to press into his warm chest. Already, you were digging your nails into his back, and he grunted at the feeling of your walls clenching onto him for dear life.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned into your neck, drawing back almost completely, before driving back into you with slow, measured movements, his forehead pressed to yours as he fucked you slowly, yet each thrust was ended with a sharp snap of his hips. You whined out, throbbing around him, trying to meet his thrusts with faster, needier ones of your own.

“More, Tommy, more!” you cried out, scrabbling your nails down his back, clinging to his shoulder blades. You raised your legs to wrap them around his waist, angling your hips up more, eyes rolling at the deeper penetration gained by the new angle. “Please, faster,” you begged, writhing eagerly beneath him. “Please?” you whimpered, practically sobbing with need.

Tommy grunted and nodded, holding you tight to him as he fucked you harder, faster, more relentlessly, growling into your ear, before suckling dark marks down your throat and to your collarbone. Moaning, he pistoned his hips into you, each thrust bumping delicious pressure onto your aching clit. It was too much.

You moaned wantonly, arching your back and biting his shoulder. “Fuck Tommy, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, clinging to him, not wanting him to pull away before your release again.

“Good girl,” he groaned. “Cum around my cock, love, that’s what you want. That’s what I want,” he grunted, his thrusts sloppy and harsh. With his permission, you yelped out, crying his name as you came, seeing white spots, even when you clenched your eyes shut. Feeling you clench around him like a vice, he shouted his release, spurting into you, filling you with his hot cum.

Panting, he pulled out, and for a moment you worried he would buckle up his belt and leave you like a whore again, but the mattress dipped beside you as he lay down. He drew you into his side, holding you close.

“You alright?” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “You okay, love?” you nodded, resting your head on his chest, breathing deeply.

“I-I… more than alright,” you murmured, causing him to chuckle. He lit a cigarette and grinned, rubbing your side as you drew the covers around you both.

“So, still think I’m a lousy fuck, eh?” he smirked. You grinned and looked up, reaching to kiss him.

“Not sure,” you said cheekily. “That might have been a fluke. You’ll have to repeat that display a few more times so I know you didn’t just get lucky,”

“Oh, I got lucky all right,” he smirked. “Sleep. We’ll take the day off work tomorrow, and I’ll show you that wasn’t a fluke, eh?”

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #smut #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x you #prompt #request #sorry jesus

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japannkenn · 3 years

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(Luca) Summer Heat (rated M) (unpublished/random pieces that I wrote)

Luca doesn’t like children, which is weird, because he technically is one? (He hadn’t been eighteen for that long, and things still felt the same) He does feel bad about it. He’d dealt with them over his years of study in Genova which was always a hassle, but it wasn’t his fault.

He didn’t know why he was intimidated by a couple of adolescents, just on the brink of consciousness of the world around them. Not old enough to worry about things bigger than how fast they can eat their gelato before it melted in the summertime heat.

He guesses he’s one to talk. Even if it’s been three years, he doesn’t feel like he knows anything. He may not be much better than these kids. He doesn’t know who he is. He thought he did. He thought he was starting to figure it out.

That’s why it’s so shocking to see how second nature Alberto is around a band of rowdy twelve year olds in the water, teaching them how to swim. And maybe they weren’t rowdy—just much too much for Luca to handle. He can’t believe how patient he is, how he humors their antics and how easy it is for him.

And he can’t believe how good he looks in that tiny red Bagnino tank top, iridescent purple scales shimmering in the sunlight, practically calling him.

Luca knew this was going to happen, so he brought a book to look down at if Alberto happened to turn back and steal a glance, lest he be caught staring. Because that would be the end of the world considering some of the things they’d done already.

There was a squiggly, fine line to their relationship.

And besides, he wasn’t good with kids. But it was fun to watch anyway. It doesn’t mean he didn’t feel bad.

“Va bene,” Luca hears him laugh from the water, a young girl looking up at him with a red tinge to her cheeks that definitely wasn’t from the setting sun. “If you can hold your breath for ten seconds, I’ll buy you another gelato.”

“Really? And I can pick the flavor?” Her eyes sparkle.

Alberto pauses comically. “No, no. I still get to pick the flavor,” his voice is giggly, and Luca’s heart wants to burst with affection and love.

“Hey! Non è giusto, you have to buy me one too!” A little boy pops up from under the water, eyebrows furrowed up at Alberto.

“Twenty seconds, then?”

“See that one right there?” He points to the same ragazza that he promised a gelato after he’d come back on the shore for a short break, sitting down beside Luca in the sand.

“Uh-huh,” he watches her as she makes a show of back stroking, glancing curiously at Alberto.

“She’s got a massive crush on me.”

Luca scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Ah, I bet that gets your ego nice and excited doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah,” he jokes, unwrapping an energy bar from his bag. He takes a bite, a quiet moment passes by and Luca awkwardly looks back down at his book. “Nah. I’m just wondering what I did to make her see me that way.” He says idly.

Luca chews his lip anxiously, incredulous. He starts to wonder if this was a trap. What was Alberto trying to do to him?

Whatever it was, it was working.

The Vespa was surprisingly still in commission, ready for a summer of rides down The Downhill, through the narrow roads, twists and turns to the piazza.

But Luca preferred Giulia’s bike whenever he could if she wasn’t using it. But he’d never admit it out loud that the reason he likes pedaling instead is because he thinks it’ll help him become more like Alberto. Physically, anyways. He was quite jealous, really, in this delicious, sensual way.

Actually, he thinks he’d tell Alberto the reason, if only he would ask. He wishes he would ask. He probably never would, because it was almost like he already knew.

“Don’t you wanna ride your fancy Vespa instead? Why do you need my bike?” Giulia even asks one day, putting Luca on the spot as he’s hopping on for a twenty minute cycle around the piazza.

“Let him use it. He needs the exercise,” Alberto says coolly from the porch, Machiavelli slung helplessly over his shoulder as he’s bringing him back inside from a bath.

Luca’s heart drops, his face burning red.

It’s almost annoying how bold Alberto is about it. No, it definitely is annoying. And Luca is tired of being constantly envious of his ever growing muscles. “Everyone’s bodies are different, you know?”

Luca glares at him. He’s trying to wash the dishes and not even Alberto was a fun distraction anymore. Just plain annoying. Stupid, dumb Alberto. “Haha,” he sulks.

“What works for me may not work for you,” he shrugs, scratching at his chin and appraising Luca’s body for a moment. What’s worse is that Luca can feel it, each little thought in his mind. What’s even worse is that in a matter of days, he’d become so self conscious about something he hadn’t ever thought about for more than five minutes.

Sure, he’d done his fair share of comparing himself to people, and especially Alberto. But he’d always had a summer fixation, whether that was a good or bad thing depended. It was always Alberto. And it wasn’t always good.

“If you’re really that worried about it, I can help you.”

Luca pauses, squeezing the sudsy dish sponge in his scaly hand. His first thought is to be defensive about it, and he is, but it’s a much lighter approach when he says with a little chuckle for good measure, “I’m not that worried about it.”

“But you are,” Alberto outsmarts him in that easy breezy way, winning another point for the Fluster Luca game. “Just a little. Right?”

When he turns to glare at his asshole of a friend again, he’s got that grin on his face, like he’d proven something, caught Luca in another lie the same way he could when they were fourteen, knowing and unbothered. It’s annoying.

Grumbling, he forces his attention back to vigorously scrubbing some dried alfredo off of a dinner plate. “I could give you training lessons. Just me and you.”

To keep from short circuiting, Luca laughs again, awkwardly.

Training started at eight in the morning the next day, on the beach. Alberto says they need open space to promote a healthy work environment, but Luca just feels put on the spot. He relied on the fact that Portorosso was a sleepy town, and it was unlikely that anyone would be awake this early. Besides the pescheria. Which is probably eighty percent of this town’s population.

Carp.

“Like this?” He asks breathlessly, trying to keep in tune with a swift jog in place, his entire body burning for all of the wrong reasons, not that he feels his ten-pack forming, but he can tell Alberto is watching him. Hard.

Alberto hums, scratching his chin. “No.”

***

Ferragosto this year is when he platonically-maybe-not-so-romantically falls in love with Alberto and Giulia all over again. They’ve got her old radio blasting the anthem of summer’64, il gatto e la volpe, and Luca can’t explain how excited he is to hear it again.

Fireworks burst over the astounding view from The Downhill. They’re finally old enough (well, excluding Giulia, but two legal adults were enough) to be out on their own under the influence of at least two glasses of wine.

It wasn’t that much, but Luca can’t help how giggly he feels, throwing his head back to sing, “Noi scopriamo talenti e non sbagliamo mai,” at the top of his lungs, delighted when Giulia takes the next verse.

“Noi sapremo sfruttare le tue qualità!” Her voice is shaky and cracks unexpectedly, but to Luca, it’s like music to his ears. Another firework rockets to the sky, bursting loudly.

“Dacci solo quattro monete e ti iscriviamo al concorso,” Alberto sings next, stumbling over the words and his voice is incredibly off key, but Luca beams at him, suddenly wanting to cry.

“Per la celebrità!” They all sing together, bursting into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

He never wants this to end. He wishes this bottle of wine were bottomless, so that the three of them could lay here in the grass forever underneath the inky black sky, lit up by colorful explosions, wiggling his toes freely in the wet grass, his two favorite people in the entire world right by his side, just like every summer.

But it’s going to end. It always did. That was the reality of it, and he always faced it. But just for a little longer, he could enjoy it knowing there was always next year. For now, he could be irresponsible and enjoy this. A little longer.

He reaches over, turning the radio up to the highest volume, cheering loudly over it.

Lui è il gatto ed io la volpe, stiamo in società

Di noi ti puoi fidar,

di noi ti puoi fidare,

di noi ti puoi fidar

There’s plenty of places to makeout in Portorosso, but somehow they’d ended up behind the house because—oh, now he remembered—it’s almost time for dinner, and they wanted to be back before sundown.

Admittedly, Luca was disappointed that nothing intense had happened on their little day trip to Isola del Mare, and to him it was a waste. He never did well with mixed feelings, and he couldn’t help not being talkative on the walk back to the Marcovaldo household.

If Alberto asked, he’d just say he was tired. Which wasn’t exactly a lie, just not the whole truth— because, merda, the swim there and back really isn’t a cakewalk or anything. He felt near exhaustion, leaning slightly against Alberto as they stumbled down the narrow road, street lamps lighting the dusk night.

He doesn’t know what kind of person he’s becoming, but it most definitely isn’t practical.

He stumbles to trail along when Alberto unexpectedly yanks him behind the dark alley-like space between their house and a neighbor’s and Luca groans confusedly because he’s already a little frustrated with Alberto, even if it’s childish and petty.

“What are you—,” A flame ignites like an explosion in his chest when Alberto roughly slams him against the concrete wall by the shoulders, sucking in a deep breath when he feels his chest pressing firmly against his. “Why—,”

All Alberto does is laugh, and Luca would punch the stupid grin off of his face if he could see it in this light. “What’s that you said earlier? Sono felice? If that’s true then why haven’t you said anything since?”

Luca grumbles. “I’m just tired.”

“Uh-huh, right,” he says knowingly, releasing his tight grip on Luca’s shoulders to drop one arm by his side, the other hand planted firmly on the wall by his head instead. It makes Luca feel worse (better? He doesn’t know), the choice to leave or stay looming over him like a playful tease. “You’re upset I didn’t put my hand down your pants earlier, aren’t you?”

“Don’t make fun of me.” Luca’s face heats up and he makes a weird noise of repulsion. “It’s stupid of me, I know,”

“I’ll tell you what…”

Sometimes or more often than not this summer, he doesn’t recognize himself as a top student in Genova, or a loyal son who herded goatfish for most of his life. It’s weird feeling different and thinking about himself like this. And Alberto, his dear friend who showed him this new world above the surface, is now his lover, a little more than just a friend, all and everything in between, and he’s different.

It’s strange.

This was certainly… unexpected.

When they finally come inside right in time for dinner, they’re skittish, and Giulia gives them a look that’s definitely more knowing than confused, but she’s uninformed nonetheless, and Luca can’t help but giggle. He feels like a brat.

He accidentally bumps into Massimo, rustling away from Alberto’s tight grip on his arm. He mumbles a quick mi scusi, sitting down in his seat. “Lo giuro, ragazzi,” Giulia grumbles exasperatedly, setting down cups of water around the table.

Luca steals a glance at Alberto as he picks up his cup for a sip, darting his eyes away quickly when they make eye contact.

“Ragazzi.” Signor Marcovaldo says sternly, and Luca and Alberto flinch. “Help set the table.”

“Certo, certo, sorry about that, papà,” Alberto rushes to the counter, leaning over to take two plates at a time. He sets them on the table, getting the last two. Right as Luca decides he should get up and help too, Alberto is on his way back to the table and they narrowly miss stumbling into each other, Luca letting out a strained little chuckle as they stare stupidly at each other.

Giulia clears her throat loudly, arms crossed.

Luca and Alberto immediately look at her, breaking out into awkward laughs.

“What is it with you two? Veramente,” she takes a seat beside Alberto after he finishes setting down the plates. Luca is next to stand beside Massimo at the counter, grabbing silverware. He can feel his heavy gaze burning holes through his head as he quickly rinses them in the sink, and if he just hurried then—!

“Luca.” Massimo grumbles. Luca flinches again, willing himself to look up at the man towering above him.

“Si?”

“Calmati.”

Luca shivers, drying the forks quickly in a towel. “Oh, sì, scusa,” he rushes back to the table, giving everyone their silverware before shakily taking his seat again. He catches Alberto staring at him again, and he slightly raises his eyebrows like asking stai bene, and Luca nods quickly.

“For dessert, it’s tiramisu,” Signor Marcovaldo says as he sits down, and Alberto’s eyes light up and he gasps excitedly. “For that, you have Giulietta to thank.”

Alberto frowns. Giulia grins smugly at him, and Luca lets out his first real laugh of tonight. “Ah, come on. Can tonight get any worse?” Alberto groans half heartedly, absentmindedly twirling some pasta onto his fork.

“Sure it can. I helped strain the noodles,” Giulia jokes, her mouth full.

“Oh, is that why you’re feeling so tipo tosto tonight?”

“Of course. It’s more than you ever help out around here.”

#archive of our own #luca 2021 #pixar luca #fanfiction #fanfic #japanken #aged up characters #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #giulia marcovaldo #Luca

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linorangge · 4 years

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Yugyeom as Your Boyfriend ! <3

(keep in mind this is a head canon !) requested by @americaspeach

how you met:

- I would like to say that this man is my ult bias so just expect this to be rlly lengthy and cute

- u did graffiti art in an alley every now and then nd sometimes street dancers would show up

- one day gyeom showed up with jaebeom and jaebeom started b boying

- everyone was egging him on

- since yugyeom got there with beom, ppl wanted gyeom to join in

- he started doing some pops and stuff nd he did rlly well despite NOT b boying

- ppl were pretty blown away from their skills, u included

- you did ur graffiti, making sure to check if he was still there

- as the crowd dispersed after a few hours u noticed him walking away

- u totally ditched the graffiti and u walked after him

- it was hard to catch up bc mans is TALL nd has the longest legs ever

- u went up to him nd tapped his shoulder

- he turned, nd he actually had to look DOWN at u

- “u did rlly good out there”

- “oh thanks haha”

- he was kinda shy abt it

- u kinda started a convo abt his hobbies while beom was standing there in the background

- you eventually started flirting with him

- he flirted back

- u asked for his number

- he gave it to u

- he told u to have nice night nd u went back to ur graffiti

- you literally forgot that YOU had his number but he didn't have yours

- so u waited for a week for him to text u

- nd then u realized,,,,,,,

- YOU had to make the first move

- so u did

- nd gyeom was like “who is this”

- nd u were like “graffiti girl”

- nd he was like “OHHHHH wanna hang out later”

- you said yes ofc

- u went to a lil bowling alley place nd he taught u how to bowl

- u sucked at first and he won the game

- afterwards u guys drove around town and listened to music while u talked

- at some point u guys parked at some random place nd he showed u vids of him dancing

- which prompted u to show him pics of graffiti you'd done

- nd he showed u his singing vids nd u were VERY impressed

- after awhile he took u home nd yeah

- afterwards u guys became more friends than lovers

- u became close rlly rlly quick

- u guys very noticeably had crushes on each other

- nd then one day u guys were sitting on ur couch

- and he just kissed u ????

- nd he was like “omg im so sorry ill leave”

- nd u were like “no”

- and u guys just made out for like an hour

- nd then he was like

- “are we official now?”

- nd u were like “alright ig”

- u were dying inside tho

yugyeom as your boyfriend:

- so whipped

- he loves everything abt u

- puts “my”a lot in front of any pet name he calls u

- my baby

- my sweetie

- my darling

- my y/n

- WHIPPED WHIPPED WHIPPED SOSOSOSO WHIPPED

- he’s rlly giggly when he’s around u

- or when he talks abt u to the sevens he get blushy and giggly

- yeah he talks abt u SO MUCH

- “the other day y/n had to get on her tippy toes to kiss me”

- “gyeom you've told us this story like three times today”

- “then ur gonna listen for a fourth time”

- uses these emojis 🥺💞😽 EVERYTIME HE TEXTS U

- “are u feeling well today baby 🥺”

- GODDDDD SOSOSOSOS WHIPPED LITERALLY

- he sends u lots of texts throughout the day asking how ur feeling nd if u need anything

- also likes to facetime whenever he can

- at the studio, during a shoot, literally any time

- he literally just likes to make sure ur doing ok

- hmmm

- ur kinda one of his fav ppl

- he feels safe with u

- he tells u anything and everything bc he just trusts u that much

- pda wise

- he’s pretty affectionate tbh

- he’ll hold ur hand and give u long kisses

- nd sometimes ur like “bro we are in public PLEASE”

- nd he chills out LMAO

- alone he's a bit clingy

- he just likes being around u nd being in ur presence

- since there’s some height difference u sometimes just give up on kissing his lips so u kiss his collarbone/chest/neck

- HE LOVES THIS SO MUCH

- it drives him insane

- he gets shy around u sometimes

- if and when u guys do the uhhhhh secks

- he’ll be shy taking his clothes off

- and you’ll b like “dude we’ve seen each other naked like 7 times already”

- “ik but u still make me nervous”

- GOD SSOOSOSOS WHIPPED

- he also sometimes likes to sing u to sleep

- he takes requests

- sometimes u guys spoon in bed nd ur like

- “can u sing bruno mars”

- nd he sings bruno mars into ur ear softly

- the nights he does that u sleep so peacefully

- overall u make him happy

- u make him feel like he’s on top of the world as cheesy as that sounds

- he thinks ur so talented nd beautiful in every way

- he tends to take u to the dance studio sometimes

- nd u sit there and watch

- he’ll occasionally try to teach u some moves

- u learn a few every now and then

- sometimes u surprise him with food or sweets at the studio nd he just melts

- he likes to surprise u with random things

- random presents??

- “oh yea I got u this hoodie from ur fav brand”

- “what for”

- “just cus :) “

first time I love you was said:

- he said it first

- u were doing some graffiti art and u brought him along

- he was sitting back on a little bucket, watching u

- he’d take pictures of you or of himself to pass the time

- and then u turned, halfway thru the artwork

- u were covered in paint nd u had the biggest smile on his face

- “what do u think”

- he just stared at u

- he enjoyed seeing u do what u loved

- even more when u saw u happy

- “I love you y/n”

- and somehow ur smile grew bigger

- u let out a little giggle

- “I love you too gyeomie”

- he got up from his little bucket nd crossed the alley to meet u

- he embraced u and then pulled away to kiss you

- he felt like that moment lasted forever

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tessaliagrey · 3 years

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Day 7 - Free Day

Summary: A family visit.

Author’s notes:

Okay, you guys (may) know I’m a sucker for BoFenn. I mean, yeah, I know, we see them together in only two episodes of Rebels, but I mean, come on! They just have that “I made heart eyes at her/ at him when I was younger” dynamic. To me, it feels like they have met before, most likely during the Mandalorian Civil War when they were much younger and maybe again during Bo’s regency. The fighting scenes in those episodes look like they have fought side by side before. And the way they talk together about Sabine; they are no strangers. Face it, they have potential ;-P

I like the fact that in order to save Satine, Korkie teams up with Bo-Katan. It’s like “Let’s break Auntie Satine out of prison – again – but this time, we’re gonna bring guns”. To me, Korkie feels like someone who knows that violence is always the worst answer and who will always try to find a better solution to a problem. But he’s no one to just sit there and watch things go overboard. He will take action if needed. I like the idea that he is kind of a middle ground between Satine and Bo-Katan.

This is written from Fenn’s POV.

I wrote this in one sitting tonight because I didn’t have anything for today until today, so be merciful with your judgement 🥰

Tagging: @bokatanweek

This is quite long, so maybe its more confortable to read it on AO 3.

07 - Free Day

It wasn’t the first time that Fenn had been to Evaar’la Yaim, the colony of the New Mandalorian exiles. The place at the edge of the galaxy that Bo-Katan and Korkie had picked to hide the survivors of Maul’s and Death Watch’s coup on Mandalore and the subsequent rise of the Galactic Empire almost twenty years ago. Evaar’la Yaim was one of the best guarded secrets in the galaxy. A safe haven for those Maul and the Empire would rather see dead.

Bo-Katan had deemed it sensible after being made Mand’alor, that, as leader of the Protectors, Fenn should know about this place. Just in case.

This time, it wasn’t a visit out of necessity, but for joyful reasons. Korkie’s wife had given birth to their fifth child a few weeks ago, and now Bo-Katan had finally found the time for a short visit. Two nights was all they could spare; Mandalore demanded Bo-Katan’s full attention.

Fenn walked out of their ship and onto the grass-covered clearing they had landed in. He had taken his armor off and just wore some gray pants and a black shirt. Though Korkie seemed to have no problem with his aunt being a warrior and wearing armor, others on this planet would always frown upon it. Korkie and Bo-Katan had deemed it sensible that for the durations of her short visits, she’d forgo the armor. And since he accompanied her, Fenn followed suit.

The planet Bo-Katan and Korkie had picked was a mixture of everything. Woods, lakes, mountains, plains,… You name it. It must have been inhabited at one point by others; ruins of a different civilization dotted the planet’s surface all over the northern hemisphere. The people, however, must have been long gone.

The Mandalorians in exile had taken the ruins of the larger settlements and used them as a base for their own permanent settlements. Bo-Katan had explained to Fenn that in the beginning, all it was were tents and mobile command units. There was nothing else left. The rebuilding of the ruined settlements had taken time, but by now, they were viable towns, if not small cities. The planet had gone from dependent on supplies from outside to self-sustaining within just over a decade.

As Fenn walked out into the clearing, he saw that Bo-Katan was already waiting for him. Fenn had seen her out of armor more than once. Mostly in training gear when they sparred. But now and then… He was her Protector – the only Protector, for now – and as that, he was around her almost all the time. He’d had to go and wake her up on more than one occasion, and he was one of the very few who knew what clothes the Mand’alor slept in. Or how she looked with tousled hair. Or how beautiful her face was when she slept soundly.

Fenn sighed and reminded himself that he shouldn’t be having thoughts like that about his ruler. But he just couldn’t help it. Even now, with her wearing just standard black pants and a black tunic, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

At first, Fenn had thought it was just a crush. That she was ‘just his type’. But the better he got to know her, the more he fell for her. Now, a year later, he was pretty damn sure it wasn’t a crush. It was love. But still, she was the ruler, and he was her Protector. And that was all they could be.

###

They walked the short distance from the woods to the small city mostly in silence, enjoying the warm sun on their faces, the fragrant air blowing in a gentle breeze and the sound of small animals hidden in the undergrowth. This world was so different from the dust ball they called home.

After a few minutes, they came across one of the main roads and took it to get to the city’s main gate.

Other people were on the road, too. Some on foot like them, others in speeders or on speeder bikes. Someone was pulling a large, fruit-laden cart tied behind one of the domesticated larger local animals. Some people threw them sideway glances, others even ogled them openly. But most people just ignored them. And some very few even nodded their heads or smiled.

The first time Fenn had been here, Bo-Katan had warned him about all the different kinds of reactions her visits got. But that, given that she was partially responsible for Satine’s death, being largely ignored was probably the best she could hope for.

When they were finally in view of the main gate, Fenn heard a high-pitched squeal and saw a young girl break into a run in their direction.

“Aunt Bo!”, the girl yelled, making everybody around them watch and shake their heads.

Fenn was pretty sure the girl didn’t even notice. She didn’t even slow down much when she reached them, but threw herself into her great-aunt’s arms.

“Hey, Ca’tra,” Bo-Katan managed to say, despite her breath being knocked out of her. Fenn had to chuckle.

“I saw your ship!”, the girl explained excitedly. “Buir said I could go and pick you up at the gate.”

“Thank you, ad’ika,” Bo-Katan said smiling, detangling herself from her grandniece. She pointed at Fenn. “Do you remember Fenn?”

“Sure,” the girl said with a broad grin, waving.

“My lady,” Fenn said and bowed slightly, only to watch the girl role her eyes. He grinned.

The girl, Ca’tra, took Bo-Katan’s hand and started to pull her towards the city.

“Come on,” she said impatiently. “Dinner’s almost ready. And Ka’ra is like having a growth spurt, so if we’re not home on time, she’ll have eaten it all.”

And so, Bo-Katan let herself be pulled through the city gates by an eight-year-old, a big grin plastered on her face. Fenn followed smiling.

###

Like the first time he had been here about a year ago, Fenn marveled at the city the exiles had built. Or re-built, in a way. Everywhere, the old structures could still be seen. It was a symbiosis of old and new. Some houses had the ground floor made of the yellowish stones that all ruins here seemed to be made of, while the top floor was all dura- and transparisteel. Classical Mandalorian architecture, intertwined with the remnants of a lost civilization.

The city itself was positioned on top of a hill, and the three of them had to walk uphill to get closer to the city’s center. Bo-Katan and Ca’tra made easy conversation.

“How is everybody else?”, Bo-Katan wanted to know.

“Well, Elyria has been taking flying lessons, and I think she’s kind of good at it. Evy is kind of annoying right now. She’s like super giggly and she starts to think boys are cute.” The girl shook herself, like she couldn’t fathom how that could possibly be. Fenn raised his eyebrows, Bo-Katan snorted.

“And as I said, Ka’ra is having a growth spurt. I mean…How much food can possibly fit into a five-year-old? Apart from that, she’s as annoying as ever.”

“And your parents?” Fenn inquired.

“Tired,” Ca’tra said, grinning. “But that’s all Ijaat’s fault. She cries a lot.”

“She’s just a few weeks old,” Bo-Katan tries to reason.

“Yeah, I know, I know,” Ca’tra answers with a sigh, and Bo-Katan affectionately ruffled the girl’s hair.

Fenn realized suddenly that the girls name, Ca’tra – Night Sky – was very apt. The girl had the pale Kryze skin, but dark brown hair and rosy cheeks like her mother. Her eyes were a deep blue, just like the night sky.

About halfway up the main street, they turned right, and the girl guided them through several smaller streets and alleys, before she stopped at a door that could have been any door in the city.

“Home sweet home,” Ca’tra said and punched in the key code that opened the door.

As the door slid open, the noise of several people talking all at once suddenly flooded out into the street.

“We’re here!” Ca’tra yelled into the hall. “Tell me you haven’t started dinner yet!”

Two other girls suddenly appeared. One about fifteen; tall, and with red-blonde hair and green eyes, she looked much like Bo-Katan, though her face looked more like her mother’s.

“Aunt Bo!” she said and embraced her aunt, though much gentler than her younger sister had.

“Hey, Elyria, how are you?” Bo-Katan asked, hugging her back in return.

“Good. There is-“

“Move over, I wanna say hello, too,” the other girl said, tugging at her older sister’s clothes.

Elyria let go and let her younger sister throw her arms around Bo-Katan’s middle. Apart from the blue eyes, this one – Ka’ra, Fenn remembered – looked like a miniature version of Bo-Katan. The same face, the same flaming red hair. Even the same freckles. Just the eyes were the pale bluish-gray eyes of her father.

“Come on,” Ka’ra said, tugging at Bo-Katan’s hand. “I’m starving.”

“So we heard,” Bo-Katan answered grinning.

The rest of the family was inside the large living area. Fenn liked the Kryze’s house. It felt…yaim’la. It was a place so full of life. A bit chaotic, a bit loud, and lots of love.

“Aunt Bo!” Korkie Kryze exclaimed as he walked over to hug is aunt.

In Fenn’s memory, Korkie Kryze was a lanky fourteen-year-old with a talent to attract trouble. And though he had seen the boy – no, the man – only a year ago, Fenn still hat trouble to reconcile the adult in front of him with his mental picture. Korkie Kryze was just a tat taller than his aunt, his hair blonde, and his eyes bright blue. And one point, he had grown a well-kept, close-cropped beard.

The biggest shock, however, was seeing Korkie’s second daughter. Evy Kryze was the spitting image of Duchess Satine in her early teens. The twelve-year-old just waved over from the table she helped setting.

Korkie’s wife was walking up and down in front a large window front, gently rocking a small infant in her arms. She smiled at them and came over.

“Sorry for the chaos,” she said, gesturing at the general surroundings. “You’d think that by kid number five, we’d get the hang of it…”

Bo-Katan waved her off. “Who cares?” she answered.

Before they got any further, Ka’ra yelled across the room. “Can we eat now?”

###

Dinner had been a joyful and delicious affair, and Fenn felt stuffed and content. He was now sitting on one of the comfortable couches next to Bo-Katan and had to take care not to doze off.

It would be all too easy. He was sitting on one of the sides, being pushed into the downy cushions. Bo-Katan was right next to him, being pushed into his side by Ca’tra, who was leaning into her. All Fenn would need to do was rest his head at the back of the couch and close his eyes.

It was slowly growing dark outside, and the younger children were yawning now and again, though they tried to hide it.

“All right, girls,” Korkie eventually said. “Time for bed.”

He was met with loud wailing from his daughters, but in the end, he managed to usher them all upstairs.

Bo-Katan now had a lot more room on the couch, but to Fenn’s great surprise, she didn’t really move. Korkie’s wife flopped down on next to them, the baby asleep in her arms.

“I though Ca’tra might have exaggerated when she said how much Ka’ra is eating right now,” Bo-Katan began. “But dang…that girl really is on a growth spurt, huh?”

“Oh, and you haven’t even seen the worst of it,” Soniee replied. “It’s moments like that I’m glad we don’t have any boys. I remember how Korkie and Amis used to eat at fourteen… Nothing was safe from them.”

“I bet,” Fenn answered, and the women chuckled.

“You were like that, too?” Soniee asked, looking at Fenn.

“You bet I was.”

Before their conversation could get anywhere near other topics, the noise level upstairs escalated again.

“Mom!” yelled one of the girls. “Can you come up?”

Soniee sighed.

“Here, can you take Ijaat for a second?” she asked Bo-Katan. “I’ll be right back.”

“Uhm, sure,” Bo-Katan answered, but Fenn thought he detected a hint of panic in her voice.

Soniee placed the infant in Bo-Katan’s arms and headed up the stairs.

Next to him, Fenn could feel Bo-Katan let out a long, low breath.

“You alright?” Fenn asked quietly.

“I’m always afraid I’ll break them,” Bo-Katan answered, an apologetic smile on her face. “I mean sure, I carried Korkie around as a baby, but that’s like almost forty years ago now. And Ursa used to shove baby Sabine into my arms on occasion. But it’s not like I got any real practice or experience.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Fenn answered. And he did. Both of them had no children of their own. And though Fenn knew that neither of them actively regretted not having children, it were moments like this that still made you think of the what ifs.

Fenn leaned in closer to get a better look at the small child. She looked so peaceful in her sleep.

“She’s a lucky girl,” Fenn says, though why he says it out loud, he doesn’t know.

“She is, isn’t she,” Bo-Katan agrees. Then she sighs. “I don’t think I could live here all the time,” she continues. “But it’s good to be here now and again. With family.”

Fenn nods. Family. His family used to be the Protectors on Concord Dawn. But now his family was gone.

Before Fenn could get melancholy, the child moved in Bo-Katan’s arms, giving off small noises.

“What do I do now?” Bo-Katan whispered.

“I have no idea,” Fenn whispered back, and they both quietly chuckled.

###

Fenn couldn’t sleep. He tried; he really did. But every time he closed his eyes, he could see his fellow Protectors being slaughtered by Saxon and his men.

So, he had gotten up as quietly as possible and was looking out of the window of the Kryze’s guest room.

The last time he and Bo-Katan had been here, they had separate rooms. But with the addition of Ijaat, only one guest room was left and he and Bo-Katan had to share. Not that Fenn minded. But he didn’t want to wake her, so he tried to pass the time by looking at the foreign sky.

But Fenn heard the rustling of sheets behind him and turned around. Bo-Katan was pushed up on one elbow, looking at him.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked.

Fenn shook his head.

“No,” he answered. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” she assured him. “I…have trouble sleeping through some nights myself.”

Fenn nodded. He understood.

With no more need to be overly quiet, he went back to his bed and sat down at the edge of it.

“What do you dream of?” Bo-Katan asked him, sitting up herself.

“Concord Dawn,” Fenn answered.

Bo nodded. She didn’t really need any further explanation.

“And you?” he asked in return, though he wasn’t sure if she would answer.

“Satine.”

To Fenn’s great surprise, Bo-Katan got up and walked over to him, sitting back down right next to him on his bed.

“Do you think we’ll ever be free of our ghosts?” she asked, looking down at her hands in her lap.

“I don’t know,” Fenn answered honestly. “On the one hand, I wish they wouldn’t haunt me. But on the other, I don’t want to forget.”

Bo-Katan nods, and, to Fenn’s even greater surprise, she carefully leans her head against his shoulder.

###

The next day passes in a kind of blur. Maybe because all Fenn could think about was Bo-Katan’s head on his shoulder, and how, eventually, her fingers had laced with his. Fenn knew it had been for comfort, but poor mind had a hard time to leave it at that.

And even worse – or best of it all, depending how you looked at it – was that fact that at one point, they must have fallen asleep. In the same bed. Because when they’d woke up this morning, they had done so next to each other. They weren’t cuddled up, exactly. But still.

It was probably a good think it wasn’t a workday on this planet, as it meant that all the Kryzes were home and kept Fenn and Bo-Katan very much occupied.

As Ca’tra had already told them yesterday, Elyria had been taking flying lessons, and Bo-Katan had told her over breakfast that Fenn was – and those were her words – an extraordinary pilot. Fenn had felt himself blush like a schoolgirl. After that Elyria had talked him into letting her fly Bo-Katan’s kom’rk (with Bo-Katan’s permission, of course). And Fenn had to admit that girl had talent.

When they were done, the girl had headed off into town to meet friends, and Fenn had returned to the house. When he got back, only Korkie was home, carrying little Ijaat around.

“Where is everybody?” Fenn wondered.

“Grocery shopping,” Korkie answered. “How was flying.”

“Elyira is very talented,” Fenn answered. “It comes to her very naturally.”

Korkie nodded, a proud look on his face. But Fenn thought he also detected a hint of worry.

“Something on your mind?” Fenn asked, deciding that in his experience with Kryze’s, it sometimes paid off to be blunt.

Korkie grimaced.

“You know,” he began, “it’s easy for us grown-ups. We chose to live here. We chose to hide from the rest of the galaxy. The generation of our children, however, did not. They know there is a whole wide world out there. And eventually, they will want to see more of the galaxy than Evaar’la Yaim, beautiful as it may be.”

Fenn nodded. Then he had to grin.

“Five more Kryze women running around the galaxy…”

“Oh stars,” Korkie groaned, but then laughed.

###

Fenn felt almost a little wistful that their time on Evaar’la Yaim was coming to an end. They would be leaving tomorrow morning after breakfast.

Tonight, there was a small festival all around the central town square, and the girls had talked everyone into going. Bo-Katan had objected that a lot of people might not feel comfortable with her being there, but the girls had just told her that other people were free to go home if it bothered them.

Fenn was glad they had gone. It was a beautiful summer evening; warm, with a soft breeze. And the town square looked amazing. Lights were strung up around and above it, and groups of chairs and tables were placed everywhere. Street vendors were selling food and drink. Music was playing and people were dancing in the square below the lights.

The girls were running around here and there, talking to friends, but regularly coming back to their table to spend time with their great-aunt. Who knew when they would see each other the next time?

The adults had gone from water to wine and from dinner to desert. Fenn watched Bo-Katan try some uj cake. She took a bite and closed her eyes.

“Oh stars,” she muttered with a full mouth. “This is so good.”

Korkie snorted. “Of course, it is. This may not be Mandalore, but we are Mandalorians. Of course, we know how to make damn good uj cake.”

“Stars, Fenn, you gotta try this,” Bo-Katan said, and pushed her plate toward him.

Fenn obligingly broke off a piece and put it in his mouth. Dang, it was good.

The evening passed into night and if it were for Fenn, it might never end. Bo-Katan was sitting close to him, and at some point, she had put her head on his shoulder again. Fenn wasn’t even sure if she had noticed. He didn’t mind. Everybody else at the table had most definitely noticed but had the good sense not to say anything.

But it was getting late, and Ka’ra and Ca’tra had a hard time keeping their eyes open, and so they eventually headed back to the house.

###

Back in their guestroom, Bo-Katan leaned against the door of the ‘fresher and Fenn had a hard time keeping his eyes off her. She was wearing what she always wore at night. Comfortable pants and a tank top. But stars, she looked good in that.

Fenn cleared his throat. “I think your worries about other people’s reactions tonight were mostly unfounded,” he said.

Bo-Katan raised an eyebrow, but then smiled. “Yeah, I think after twenty years they trust me enough to not ruing their evening by blowing the place up.”

“Imagine how it’ll be in another twenty years.”

Bo-Katan grinned. “In twenty years, I might even dance and nobody will take any special notice of it.”

“Don’t you always say that you don’t dance?” Fenn wonders.

“True,” she admits. “But I will make an exception in twenty years jus to see their faces.”

Fenn snorted. “Maybe you should practice before that.”

“Ey, I said I don’t dance, not that I can’t dance,” Bo-Katan said. “I was raised at court.”

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the uj cake, and maybe it was the lingering feeling of Bo-Katan’s head against his shoulder that inspired Fenn to make a bold move. He got up and held his hand out.

“Prove it,” he said.

“What?”

“That you can dance. Prove it. Take my hand and dance with me.”

For a fleeting second, Bo-Katan looked surprised. But then, she pushed herself off the doorframe, and walked over to Fenn.

“One dance, Protector,” she said.

“Yes, my lady.”

And then, she was in his arms, so damnably close that her scent filled his nose, and he felt the heat of her body radiate outward.

People never believed Fenn could dance, but his mother thought it important that he learned how to. And if it was just for this moment, where he danced with his Mand’alor in her nephew’s guest room. Danced with the woman he loved as moonlight filtered through the windows.

Fenn had no idea how long they danced. All he knew was that they moved closer and closer together until her body was flush against his and her head pillowed against his chest. Fenn was certain she could hear his heart hammering in his chest, pounding wildly against his ribs.

At one point, they stopped moving and Bo-Katan looked up at him. Stars, she was beautiful Her green eyes, her freckles, her lips. Damn, those lips. Fenn’s eyes lingered on them, watched how they parted and breathed out his name, and Fenn’s brain short-circuited. He leaned in and kissed her.

And to his great surprise – and great relief – she kissed him back.

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telli1206 · 4 years

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For the ship ask: Jaylos!

This is for @hersilentlanguage too!

Who would be the big spoon/little spoon?

Carlos is usually little spoon. Jay loves to curl around him and soflty play with his curls until they both fall asleep. Once in a while though, Carlos likes to cradle himself behind Jay’s head and wrap around him like a Koala, stroking his fingers through long, dark hair as he burrows his body into the pillows.

Who would wake up first?

Carlos does during the week, reluctantly. He doesn’t want them to be late for class, so he sets their alarm and drags Jay out of bed. On the weekends though, Carlos loves to hibernate for half the day, and stays in bed even when Jay wakes up to take his morning run. After he gets back and showers though, he’s almost always jumping back into bed. Cuddling with Carlos is his favorite way to spend his Saturdays.

Do they have nicknames for each other?

Carlos has a few that are reserved only for when they’re alone in their dorm, like Thief of my Heart and Prince of Thieves. Jay mostly sticks with Pup, but after he remembered that pup in Arabic starts with J (jru), he also started slipping in Little J.

How do they apologize after an argument?

Jay is pretty easy to appease with kisses (he can never say no to a hot makeout when Carlos crawls into his lap), and Jay will take advantage of Carlos’ weakness for chocolate to get him to open up and hear Jay’s apology. Right now Jay tends to use Hershey’s kisses. He hasn’t done anything bad enough to warrant peanut butter cups, so he’ll keep that ace in his back pocket...for now 😉

What would they be like as parents?

Jay will be a total softy when it comes to kids. He already is. Carlos gets all heart-eyed when he sees Jay doting on Dizzy, giving her compliments on her hairstyles and making her feel special. And he loves that Jay is such a responsible second dad to Dude. He can always count on Jay to let him out in the morning, and he never forgets to feed Dude dinner every night. It’s a total turn-on for Carlos to know what a great father Jay will be to their kids.

And there’s no doubt Carlos will be a loving, responsible father. Jay can count on him now to help him with his school work, always checking in to see if he needs help, or asking if he can explain anything. Jay knows that Carlos will give the same studious help to their own kids, and will never let them fall behind in school.

Who is more romantic?

Jay. After a life of being abused and/or ignored, Jay always wants to go out of his way to make sure that Carlos will never feel anything but special and loved ever again. While he loves to surprise Carlos with the occassional chocolates after dinner or a single red rose in his locker in between classes, every once in a while he goes all out for a special date. Not for any occasion specifically, because he loves to see the look of shock on Carlos’ face when he borrows a horsedrawn carriage from Ben to take Carlos to Rapunzel’s tower, where they eat chocolates while they’re perched in the window to look at the stars.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

Carlos knows that Jay wants to take a long trip to Agrabah once they’re done with school, so Carlos likes to give him trinkets from Agrabah whenever he can. Whether it’s jewelry, stories in Arabic, or lush fabrics that he has Evie sew into vests for him.

Jay wouldn’t care for anything techy if it weren’t for Carlos, but for his freckled boy he’ll go out of his way to learn about the latest technology from Doug so he can save up and gift Carlos with all the tech his little heart dreams of.

Who gets jealous easiest?

Jay, because sweet little Carlos is oblivious to other boy’s flirting with him. Jay’s always been a master flirt, so he can sense other boy’s intentions before they even start talking, and he’s ready to sling a possessive arm over Carlos, pulling him close and kissing him a little too passionately for public eyes, making Carlos stutter and flush scarlet every time.

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?

Carlos! He gets adorably geeked to decorate and celebrate for every occassion. And he spends weeks picking out the perfect gifts for his friends, creating excel files to document their likes/dislikes/wants before he can even begin to make a decision on what to buy.

Who is the most adventurous?

Jay, but he doesn’t always think through his adventures, which makes Carlos worry. He’ll never forget the time Jay tried to tie his own zipline from their dorm window into the woods next to the Tourney field. He’s lucky he only broke his arm. So, Carlos is always on alert, keeping an eye out for Jay’s next stunt.

Who is the most protective?

Jay, for Mal, Evie and Carlos, but especially Carlos. He did his best to protect him from his mother on the Isle, but now that Carlos is safe and away from her, Jay wants to make sure he never feels that kind of pain again.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

Sweet and giggly, finding their happiness with each other despite the roughness and disparity of the isle. Carlos and Jay would be stealing kisses everywhere they could, in alleys, school bathrooms, and out back behind the Junk Shop. Jay would continue to steal for his father, but save his best trinkets to present to Carlos at the tree house, where they would hole up and cuddle while he marvelled at Jay’s finds.

Who uses all the hot water?

Carlos. He never got over how amazing it felt to take hot showers and baths, so he’s steaming up the bathroom every chance he gets. He’ll even study in the bathtub, sometimes inviting Jay to join him so he won’t whine about how long Carlos is taking.

Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire whilst cooking?

Carlos. His love of science has made him a decent baker, but he can’t cook a meal to save his life. He tries, but Jay always ends up jumping in to save whatever concoction Carlos tried to make on his own.

Who initiates sexy times the most?

Jay. The boy’s a lovable hornball, and Carlos can almost never say no. Jay really knows how to get Carlos going, too. He always starts with gentle brushes of skin on skin while they’re in the halls. Then he’ll whisper what he wants to do to Carlos while they’re sitting at the lunch table, followed by the occasional graphic note in class, that always makes Carlos have to fight down the blush. By the end of the school day, Carlos is putty in Jay’s hands.

Who is more dominant?

Jay, because Carlos was basically raised to be submissive. Jay doesn’t try to assert his dominance with Carlos though, because he doesn’t like that Carlos can’t control his need to submit, since it was ingrained so deeply in him at such a young age. Jay is constantly assuring Carlos that he always has a choice with Jay, and he never has to follow Jay’s lead if he doesn’t want to.

What would they do if the other one was hurt?

Freak out? They’ve seen each other hurt plenty on the Isle, and they never got used to it, they just went on instinct to clean and dress the wounds as quickly as possible to help with the healing. Now that they have help in that area, it just leaves them more time to sit and worry about each other as they heal.

Who gives nose/forehead kisses?

Carlos. He loves how Jay just sits still and smiles when he does it. It’s a very intimate action for them both that shows their love and adoration for each other. Carlos does it mostly when they’re alone in their room together, and the kiss is usually followed by them resting their foreheads together, just enjoying the closeness and comfort of each other.

What their biggest fight was/will be about:

I can’t imagine them having a really big fight, but Jay’s constantly worried that he’ll upset Carlos with his flirty nature, even though Carlos does nothing but reassure Jay that he trusts him. Still, Jay can’t help but worry about it.

BONUS #1: Song to sum them up?

I think “I Will Be” by Avril Lavigne sums them up nicely.

BONUS #2: A head canon?

I’ve said this one a few times (and it’s referenced in Wag My Tail):

Evie makes all of their clothes, and while insecure Carlos loves to stay covered up in baggy shorts and long sleeved shirts, Jay agrees to spend time modelling for Evie in exchange for her making Carlos’ clothes a little tighter. Carlos might not want to show off his assets, but Jay loves it 💖

BOTTOM LINE: Do I ship it?

I feel like if you read any of my Tumblr posts I don’t have to answer that 🤣

#jaylos #jay x carlos #Carlos De Vil #jay son of jafar #descendants

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myhopelessromanticworld · 4 years

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gillyweed and firewhiskey|n.l.

hey y’all this is my first fic ever! it is posted on AO3 as well but i wanted to get more feedback on my writing so please let me know what you think!

WARNINGS: underage drinking, fluff, might be a little ooc for neville?

WORD COUNT: 1,601

AO3 LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27365782

PLAYLIST LINK: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2P1AM69WM9QMKwkfJjkrBP

He set his bag down on the grass and began rolling his jeans up towards his knees. After he slipped his shoes and socks off, he waded into the cold water of the muddy lake. The muck squished unpleasantly between his toes, but he ignored the feeling as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater. He began shifting and digging out the soft, wet earth that made up the water’s edge, the plant wouldn’t be easy to find but he was determined to find the root before Harry’s next event in the tri-wizard tournament. Gillyweed was the only solution Neville and Harry could think of for the next task which would require being underwater for up to an hour. Neville quickly focused on finding the root and tuned out everything else as he examined every vegetation he pulled from the muddy bank. It wasn’t long before the boy heard footsteps approaching the bank he stood in, his head snapped up towards the intrusion and was relieved to see Harry smiling at him from beside his belongings.

“I see you started without me,” Harry mused. Neville released a nervous chuckle before he replied, “Gillyweed’s a bit tricky to find, figured we’d need all the time we could get to find it.” Harry nodded his head and set his bag down beside Neville’s before settling down against the trunk of an old, weathered tree. “I’m going to do some reading on a few alternative options we could explore if we can’t find the gillyweed,” as he spoke, Harry pulled a rather large book out of his bag. Neville hummed in response and continued searching for the seemingly elusive weed.

The boys worked tirelessly to find answers to Harry’s problem, the only noise being pages turning from Harry’s reading, water shifting around Neville’s calves, and the occasional disappointed murmur from the boy working in the water. As time passed, Neville realized his toes and fingers were going numb, his cheeks had also turned a delicate shade of pink and if he reached up and touched the flushed skin, his fingers would be shocked by the cold temperature. Neville pushed the thoughts of the cold air out of his head as he continued to rake his fingers through the wet dirt.

Neville was beginning to get discouraged when a small pop of green amongst the brown lake floor caught his eye. He delicately pulled the translucent green root from the soil and immediately lit up, “Harry! I’ve found gillyweed!” The boy jumped at Neville’s excited voice and a large grin broke out over his face, “Brilliant Neville! Do you think you’ll be able to find more?” Neville nodded excitedly, “Gillyweed grows in groups, and the roots look thick and healthy! I’ll just have to find the rest of the pods from this root.” Harry couldn’t help the small smile that lingered on his face as he watched his tall friend bend back down and began searching for more gillyweed. He didn’t express it very often, but Harry thought herbology was good for Neville - having a knack for the subject made Neville more confident and happy. Harry chuckled to himself quietly before going back to the rather boring book Hermione had given him about water-related magic.

Neville excitedly continued his search but was quickly interrupted when laughter filled the air coming from just over the small hill that led to the embankment. Both boys looked in the direction of the melodic noise. To their reliefs, three familiar faces popped over the crest of the hill; Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Y/N. Luna waved excitedly to the boys, “Hello!” Harry smiled in response and Neville lifted a long arm above his head and waved back.

“What are you three doing here?” Ginny snorted in response and quickly shot back, “What? You’re not happy to see us Harry?”

Y/N quickly tuned out her bickering friends and walked to the edge of the water where Neville had dug out more gillyweed. “Aren’t you cold?” His head snapped up at the sound of her voice so close to him. Neville felt as though time had slowed down as he gaped at the object of his affections. Ever since they had met in Diagon Alley before the school year, Neville found himself thinking often of Y/N. He wasn’t sure what about the girl made him so flustered, but he was sure if he thought about it too long he’d get lightheaded. “Neville? You okay?” Time returned to its normal speed as he took in the girl's slightly concerned face, “Yeah, sorry. It’s not as cold as it looks,” he spoke with a slight nervous chuckle in his voice. The girl smiled and opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Ginny calling her and Neville over. Y/N let out a small chuckle and waited for Neville to step out of the water before they walked over to the group. Y/N sat between Luna and Ginny who began whispering to her in hushed tones.

Neville sat next to Harry and handed the bespectacled boy the gillyweed he had collected. “Will it be enough?,” Harry asked anxiously. “I’ll have to measure out the right amount based on your weight, but it should be more than enough for an hour!” Harry opened his mouth to thank him, but was cut off by Ginny clearing her throat.

“Alright boys, the counsel has deliberated and we’ve decided to include you lucky lads in our fun!” The boys’ faces scrunched up in confusion as Ginny began digging through her bag. Their confusion morphed into surprise when Ginny revealed two bottles of firewhiskey to the group. The redhead snickered at the boys’ reactions, “So… are you guys down?” Harry chuckled, “Sure, where’d you get that?” Ginny chuckled as well before answering, “I stole it from the twins’ stash. It’s not like they can tell on me… So Neville, you in?” They all looked over to the apprehensive boy who had been fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater. At the sound of his voice Neville had looked up to find everyone already staring back at him. He scanned their faces before he stopped on Y/N’s. She gave him a reassuring smile and before he could stop himself, “Yeah, I’m in.” Everyone whooped and with Neville’s agreement, Ginny cracked the first bottle of firewhiskey, took a deep pull and passed the bottle off to Luna.

Neville was practically shaking when the bottle was passed to him as he had never drank alcohol before. He took a deep breath and quickly gulped down some of the firewhiskey - the burn was unpleasant but he liked how it seemed to warm him from the inside. They all sat like that for a while; passing the bottle, complaining about teachers and parents, laughing with and at one another.

As the sun began to set, Y/N had found it harder and harder to keep her eyes off the taller of the two boys. As it turns out, Neville was quite the giggly drunk. In Y/N’s eyes, he looked angelic - face scrunched up in uncontrollable laughter, cheeks glowing deep red from the firewhiskey, the setting sun behind him turned his hair into a halo of golden brown locks. Seeing him so happy and carefree made Y/N’s heart clench in her chest. There was something indescribable about him that drew her in like a moth to a flame. She wanted to bask in all his glow. Y/N got so lost in the sight in front of her that when Neville looked over to her she couldn’t look away, so she smiled at him, hoping he would understand how she felt from her face alone. Neville’s face grew even more red and he returned the smile. However, neither moved to look away, they both wanted to soak in the other’s light, and they did, until Ginny announced they should make their way back to the dorms. As they walked back it was agreed upon that they should skip dinner and go to bed early, seeing as they were all drunk.

All five entered the Gryffindor common room only to find it empty as everyone was at dinner. Y/N and Neville found themselves lingering in the middle of the room as everyone said their goodnights. Luna and Ginny giggled as they walked up the staircase to the girls’ dorms and Harry swayed lightly as he walked up to his dorm. And just like that, Y/N and Neville found themselves utterly alone in the middle of the common room. Neville broke the deafening silence first, “I had a lot of fun,” Y/N chuckled, “I’m glad! I did too, I really like hanging out with you…” Neville felt his face heating up to match the blush Y/N was sporting. As he opened his mouth to tell her how much he enjoyed her company, the door to the common room was flung open and voices filled the once silent space. Y/N gave him a small smile, “Goodnight, Neville…” he returned the smile before quietly speaking up, “Goodnight, Y/N…” Their eyes lingered a little longer than considered friendly before going to their respective dorms.

As Neville lay in bed listening to Harry’s light snores he couldn’t help but think of Y/N. A large smile spread over his face as he began to drift into slumber. A smile much like the one on Y/N’s face as she stared up at the ceiling while laying under the covers, thinking of a certain plant-loving boy.

#neville longbottom #fluff #harry potter #fanfic #neville #longbottom #harry #potter #neville longbottom x reader

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lightskinrry · 5 years

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what’s left of if you’re good...

to remind y’all of what it was: Harry meets you in a bar and is seduced by your bubbly and outgoing personality, he asks you on date to know each other better little did he know he was not the only one with a special job

a/n: that's what I was able to recover and sadly couldn’t find the inspiration and energy to finish... Anyway, hope you like the little I can give you!

Part Two: Tequila Sunrise and Whipped Cream.

The shadows danced in the alley under the red neon. The words “Sex Shop” reflected in the puddle on the street, making them float on the ground like a weirdly luring portal to another dimension where there’s no sins or shame, where everything is buoyant and dark. Where leather and lace cohabit and Desire rules everything; a place you’d want to go but would be scared to stay.

You watched Harry walk down the street, his eyes shifting from the map on his phone, the sexshop sign and the puddle. He was probably wondering if he should dive in. Should he walk inside this lugubre place where nothing is what it seems and something exciting awaits him? Should he head down in the puddle and drown? Or should he walk back to his car and act as if he never came here in the first place? You hoped he would just walk in and leave all his worries outside. His hood was covering his face, you recognized him from the rings on his fingers that spelled his initials and his pink phone case.

He took a deep breath and walked a step only to be met with a tall and big man who ran into him while heading out, his head bowed down.

“Sorry fella.”

The man walked faster past Harry and shoved him at the same time and you could tell Harry second guessed coming in before his curiosity took over and he hustled himself through the door.

“Miss Red can’t see you now, Sir.” A huge black man dressed in a usual security uniform informed the small and bald man standing in front of him as Harry waited for his turn to walk through the big red curtains.

“But she said she could see me tonight.” The little man pleaded.

“She can’t see you now.”

“But…”

“Don’t make me throw you out, man.” The security guy snapped as he adjusted his sunglasses on his nose.

You were peeping the conversation through the curtains as you waited behind them.

The bald man sighed in frustration and left. Harry appeared so small next to the security man.

“Hi…” He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m here to see Y/N.”

You stiffed at the mention of your name and before Joe the security guy snapped Harry’s neck for mentioning your real name here, you went out.

“What?” Joe’s voice was getting higher. You placed yourself between him and Harry.

“It’s cool, J. He’s a newbie.”

“Uh. Okay.”

Harry’s head naturally bowed down, you pulled on your robe. “Let’s go.” You grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him behind the curtain.

“It’s Miss Red, here.” You whispered as you let a chuckle leave your lips, trying to make him relax.

“Sorry.” His head was facing the ground and the tulles of your robe brushed his arms which made him shiver.

You raised his face up with your fingers, making him look into your eyes. Despite the high heels on your feet he was still taller than you.

“It’s cool.” You nibbled on your lower lip before a smile crept on your face. “Just don’t do that again.”

Your relaxed and giggly tone made him realize you were not mad at his mistake. A jittery chuckle left his mouth and he took a deep breath. You placed your hands on his shoulders and pressed them. “Hey! Chill out, Harry! I’m not gonna kill you.”

He sighed before laughing again. “Yeah. I know… I’m just… a tad nervous?”

“Don’t have to be. Don’t think too much of it, Harry. It’s going to be fun.”

You winked at him as you pulled on his arms to make him enter your office. Or so called “office”. It was a large room with a very high ceiling. It was light and cosy; the big red velvet sofa always looked way more comfortable than it actually was. Above it was a modern painting hanging on the wall. Except for the whips, crops and other torture instruments and sex toys; the room looked pretty welcoming. And for some, the whips and sex toys were what made it so welcoming.

“It’s nice.” Harry’s eyes wandered around the room, trying to capture the aura of the place. You couldn’t quite read his face but it wouldn’t be good for him to know everything that goes down in this room.

“Take a sit.” You pointed at the red sofa before turning your back to him so you could grab the files that laid on your desk at the opposite side of the room.

When you turned around, he was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his hood down and his legs squeezing. He was definitely nervous and it was cute. You liked how shy and intimidated he was. A big strong man who was going to kneel in front of you. That was the thrill.

You leaned against the desk as you squeezed the paper in your hand. “How are you doing?”

He looked at you for a while before saying anything. His glare traced your curves through the fabric of your robe, from your platform heels to your straightened hair.

“I’m fine.”

You nibbled on your thumb as a giggle left your lips. You untied the knot of your robe and it fell to the floor; revealing your red corset and its assorted lingerie set. Harry’s eyes started shimmering at your sight and a smirk crept on your face.

“Like what you see?” You walked up to him painfully slow. So the image of your body moving towards him like a threat he couldn’t escape from, would mark his mind and he wouldn’t forget it.

He swallowed the gulp in his throat. His eyes were shifty and his tongue was running on his lips. You stood tall in front of him, your figure towering over him. He looked so small and soft standing in your shadow; his lips ajar and his eyes wide open.

“Do you like what you see, Harry?” You asked again, your tone getting firmer.

“Yeah.” His voice was more of a breath than a sound.

“Yes Mistress.” You bent down to him to look into his eyes. “Say ‘yes mistress’.”

He pouted for a second. You could tell he knew this was the first step and if he took it, there were no backing down.

He gave you a soft smile but his eyes were playful. “Yes… Y/N.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was being a little brat. You usually don’t like clients who play games but with Harry it was different. You wanted to play all night long. You wanted to tease him and bite him and make him purr in your lap like a kitten. Like something that’s yours, something that belongs to you. You wanted to be that something he’d crave at night, in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening. The only thing his mind pictures when he hears the sound of heels clicking on the ground, the only thing he thinks about when he sees the color red. You wanted to be his fantasy.

You grabbed his jaw softly. “Are you sure you want to go down this road with me?”

Your words had a double meaning and he understood it clearly. It was a playful threat but also a check up that he was comfortable enough to keep going.

He nodded as his usual smirk appeared on his face. You looked down at him and let go of his jaw, going back to your desk.

“So you’ve been picturing me spanking you?” You looked at him as you shook the paper in your hands; his client chart.

“I’ve been picturing you doing a lot of things.” He cleared his throat. “Karaoke, for example.”

You smiled to yourself. He still wanted to see you outside of this office again which was a good sign for the future of this odd relationship the both of you started.

“I like Karaoke.” You smiled as you pressed your back against the desk. “I like spanking, too.”

“Do you think we can do both at the same time or is it physically impossible?” He held in a cute laugh as his eyes kept tracing your body.

“We can try.” You smugly shrugged. “I can spank you and you see if you can hit those high notes.” You playfully raised your eyebrows at him. “I know I can.”

Harry bit his lower lip. “I’d die to see you try.”

You walked towards him and stopped a few inches from him. You grabbed a little black velvet box that rested on the table next to the sofa. You could feel Harry’s gaze all over you; it was this burning sensation that took over your whole body. You pulled a red rope out of the box and turned around to face Harry. “Get up.”

He smiled to himself as he stood slowly. “So, what’s next?”

You gave him a conceited smile. “Don’t ask questions. Just do as I say.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your hands slither from the back of his neck to his chest, all the way down to his lower stomach. You pulled his sweatshirt up above his head and threw it on the sofa. You placed your hands on his chest, scratching it softly with your nails. You could feel his breath on your skin and his heart beat against your hands.

You took a few steps back to properly look at him. “Put your hands together.”

You loved how silent he was; he just put his hands together without saying anything. He was standing there; shirtless, his heart pounding hard, his cock throbbing; a detail you couldn’t help but notice through his light jeans and his hands ready to be tied up.

“Good. You’re more obedient than I thought you would be.” You teased him as you started tying the rope around his wrists. His hands were softly shaking so once the knot was tied; you held his hands in yours. “I’ll be gentle.”

He smiled to you and leaned closer to your face as if he demanded a kiss to prove your gentleness. You slowly gave in; letting his hands fall back from yours and opening your kiss softly. You gave him a gentle kiss, one that parted his lips enough to let a moan slip; one that you sealed by grabbing his jaw a little harder and whispering in his mouth. “Get on your knees.”

You watched him drop to his knees in front of you. “Good boy.”

He looked up to you with a smile on his face. “I like it when you call me that.”

You chuckled a little bit as you placed your hands on your hips. “What’s your safe word?”

“Kiwi.”

“Never be afraid to use it. At any moment.” He nodded but you needed to hear him say that he would never be afraid to use his safe word so you insisted. “Am I clear?”

“Yes.”

You grabbed his jaw between your fingers. “Yes who?”

“Yes Mistress.”

#harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles writings #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #if you're good #ifyg

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