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idjitlili · 4 years ago

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Lurking in the dark.

Not my gif.

Summary: Jareth uses a disguise to lurk around you before the Labyrinth like he did with Sarah, as an owl. Until you accidentally wish away your dog.

Warnings:mentions of tight pants. Mentions of feeling lonely.First smut...you’ve been warned, well just oral, and a handjob.

Word count:4325

A/n: low-key based in my home country, ah yes England.

Y/d/n=your dogs name, or change it to cat or fake pet.

Though you weren't 16, like Sarah, being an adult, Jareth felt pulled to you. No, he was not a pervert, times were different. Maybe it was your love of your dog, maybe it's how lonesome you felt, that dog unknowingly brought hope into your life. Yes you did love your family, but sometimes you just got lonely.

Maybe it was your love of films, you could watch your favourite film a million times, yet feel so invested into watching it again. Maybe it was your stack of books, some you already had ,which were your favourite,but had gotten pocket editions or ones with different covers.

How Jareth had found you, well that was a different question, not him dressing down , changing his hair to place the labyrinth in difference book stores , illegally. Yes, that was how he had found you,when he had done that. Soon he had figured out, you regularly went to the book store, after following you home in his owl form.

This particular day had been most stressful, though the rain was calming, being drenched to the point your underwear were soaked, not like that. Frozen, you just wanted to get to Waterstones before they shut, practically running. Not only wanting to get there but also get home quick too.

Rushing into the store , the door closing behind you, the warm air embracing your freezing body, you just hoped you wouldn't get in trouble for being soaked in here. It wasn't like you were going to wipe your clothes on all the books , ruining them.

Then, of course more problems occurred; you could not for the life of you find a book you desired. Sighing , you pushed your dripping hair from your face, you could only imagine how bad you looked in that moment.

Yet, you had continued your search, with no luck until a man had cleared his throat from next to you.

His hair clearly blond from his roots, the rest a light red colour almost ginger but not. His eyes bright blue, yet it seemed like he had heterochromia, aswell as larger pupil in his left eye. His cheekbones highly defined, his body skinny, overall the man was very handsome.

Turning to face the man, highly embarrassed by your state. "If you don't mind-" this is when you thought you was going to be asked to leave, your stomach dropped. "-hearing my suggestion." Okay, that still found like he was going to ask you to leave, but his voice wasn't aggressive. "...okay?" You weren't sure what to say, only letting out a quiet word.

The man had reached up to the shelf above you , pulling down a small red book, so he wasn't kicking you out. His pale hand gently holding the book in front of you, 'The labyrinth.' You had taken the book from him, to look for a summary , yet there wasn't one, nor a publisher or an author name.

"You take that home,on me, if you don't like bring it back."

"W-wait, you d-" You didn't know this man, you felt guilty getting it for nothing, but he had interrupted you. "You've had a long day,clearly, now go get home,y/n" The man simply placed his hands on his hips waiting, his words followed out like water, turning to go do whatever he was doing.

"W-wait." He had spun around , his eyes looked at you in slight annoyance, hurrying you up. "What's your name?"

"Ziggy." You had looked at you watch at the same time, before looking back at the man- but he was gone. Thus, you left. Hold on , how did he know your name?

Not spotting the owl, that stood on the lamp post watching you...

You had begun reading the book , as soon as you had gotten out of your soaking clothes , into warm ones. You wondered how Jareth could like a girl with no sense, no you didn't , you thought why she wearing her baby brother hat.

Yet, your dog would not allow you to sit in peace, shoving their toy under the cupboard making you get up and get it otherwise they wouldn't stop crying, or eating all their food and scratching for more. Then, they had knocked your drink everywhere with their toy.

Groaning in annoyance , for the hundredth time. "You know if the Goblin king was real, y/d/n, I'd wish for him to take you for a time out." Of course you handed read that far you didn't know what would really happen to him..

"You know what, I'll just say it, just in case. I wish the goblins would take you away, right now." A crack of thunder had made you jump out of your skin turning towards it , before turning back hearing scratching on the floor, to see nothing, by this time it's pitch black, only light from a small lamp is seen , your dog is gone.

Suddenly the door crashes open, an owl flies in , before turning into a man. Not that you could see him much. "Uhm, I mean thanks for taking my dog for a time out , but uh thats dognapping, so.." He had only laughed loudly.

From what you you could see his hair was a huge blond mullet, there was glitter everywhere, and those pants...

"What's said is said."

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" That wasn't legal, he had broken into your home and stole your dog.

"I have brought you a gift, it's a crystal, nothing more. but if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. but this is not a gift for an ordinary girl who takes care of the dog.....do you want it? then forget the dog." You had scoffed at him, you could go ebay and get a crystal ball, who was this wannabe Gandalf?

"Sorry, no, I would like my dog." The king, looked disappointed with your answer, did he believe that would really work?

"don't defy me." His voice stern , as he threw a snake at you , but completely missed, coughing out a small laugh, as the man pretended it never happened.

"Y-you're no match for me."

"Stop with all the talk, how can I get y/d/n back?" With that , he had gestured you to come to the window, a huge maze could be seen, well labyrinth, instead of the dark sky. Turning back to Jareth, you realised you were no longer in your room, but outside the labyrinth.

"So, how does this work?" You could clearly see the man now, known as Jareth , the Goblin king, his eyes seemed very familiar, left pupil bigger than the right. He had pointed to a 13 hours clock, that had appeared.

"You have 13 hours in which to solve the labyrinth , and reach my castle, before your dog becomes one of us forever, such a pity." And boom he was a gone, not much to work from.

Now finding away into the labyrinth, indeed that seemed easy, of course it wasn't, no entrances , you thought of the only thing you could do... Climb the wall. By the time you had gotten over , there stood Jareth in the tight pants.

"You know, there was a door. This shall be your only warning." Poof he was gone again, if you continued climbing walls maybe you'd have to compliment his pants. Next time put a bloody door.

Though you had no idea what in gods earth you was doing, you just decided to head straight forward as you could, thus to get to the castle quicker. Not going one away and ending going through the side door out of the labyrinth.

As you could expect, Jareth was not very happy that you were travelling through his labyrinth, like it was your house. In fact, he was angered, so much , that he wanted to pick you up, as if you were a rag doll and dump you to the start. Then again, you’d just go twice as fast through.

So, there sat Jareth on his throne, with your dog upon his lap, his little whip thing in hand. Suit up Jareth, your not Indiana Jones. Staring into the crystal ball, unable to think.

The fact you had gotten passed the sausage dogs without a second thought pushed Jareth over the edge... He had attempted to jump scare you, but of course it had went south. Jareth rarely had anyone not beat the Labyrinth, and honestly you’d think he would’ve improved it.

Jareth hadn’t spoken in your presence, to inform you that he was there, instead he had placed a hand onto your shoulder. What he was not expecting was you to turn around at sonic speed, punching him square in the face.

Stumbling back, him his boots, holding his now bloody nose, he had let out a yelp in surprise. He did not expect that, not at all.

You had reached some sort of lake, with a path down to a small house, when you had punched Jareth anyways.

After you had seen that it was Jareth that you had punched, who else would it be, guilty travelled up your body suffocating you. Almost instantly you had rushed to Jareth, ripping part of the end of your t-shirt, bringing the fabric to his nose. Pulling his bloody hand from his nose, with a harsh grip, since he lead stiff.

Your face was sweating, not only were you scared that he might kill you, but also you had felt bad for him, after the numerous times he had checked up on you. You wondered if he ever spoke to anyone other than the Goblins, you wondered if he could even leave this place without being wished.

Gripping his sharp jaw to move his face, allowing you to make get a better look at the bleeding, keeping the fabric to his nose, soaking all the blood up. You didn’t even know Faes bled.

“J-Jareth, I’m so sorry! You made me jump, I swear I didn’t do it on purp-“ Jareth liked the contact, the anger he felt before had slipped away, your soft fingers upon his skin, your favourite t-shirt now ruined as you had sacrificed it for his nose. Oh, and he knew that was your favourite shirt.

Your pleading e/c eyes staring into his mismatched ones, made both of your hearts beat fast than moments before. It almost made him forget why you were here; but when he did remember his eyes returned harsh. You only felt bad because you were frightened, he knew you’d leave him soon as you had beaten his labyrinth.

Oh how wrong he was.

Pulling away rudely, using his magic to pull a clock out of no where, using his gloved had to skip it forward three hours, smirking. Fake smirking, the quicker this ends the better, he could not bare to fall in love with a silly human girl again, just to be rejected.

Your eyes widened in confusion, your torn end of your t-shirt still in your hand, bloodied. “W-what?” 6 hours left.

Poof Jareth was gone yet again, oh and how he had some plans for you. Stood in brief shock of what had just occurred, trying to forget the tingles that had erupted down your hand, throughout your whole body, like electric shocks. Shaking it off, like you were about to warm up for pe , just like high school. Ew.

You had continued down the path, to the small house, and within minutes you had reached it. Didn’t seem like there was away around, only way was through.

Thankfully, it was unlocked, allowing you straight in. Only for it to slam close behind you, you didn’t think of anything of it, all you could think about in this moment was how your stomach was growling loudly.

The rag now placed into your back pocket, as you searched the tiny kitchen for anything, coming across an overly large strawberry, you didn’t even think before you had devoured it.

In that moment you heard it the door clicked, you had rushed to it testing it, locked, of course. Your feet now suddenly soaking wet , gulping you had looked down the floor covered in soapy water, rising dangerously. Surely he would not kill you?

All the windows now sealed shut, no upstairs , only the chimney , thankfully wide as. You did the only thing you could, your stomach turning, feeling light headed, the water reaching your knees.

You got in it, but the walls were too slippery so you held your breath just as the water got above your shoulders. Swimming up the chimney with the water, not full breast stroke of course, no room for that. The water pressure building at such a speed you ended up flying out the end of the chimney, no idea how that was even possible.

Then everything went black, soon entering a dream world...well no it wasn’t a dream. Now dressed in gown, at a ball, a masquerade, the room almost packed with guests with goblin like masks., all wearing big expensive gowns, or suite like attire. Loud laughter dimmed out by the loud gently music.. what.

Turning every which way, you felt like you were looking for something, just you could not recall what. A skinny man, with a bo dazzled suite, a long blond mullet with stripes of blue to match his suite, a diamond at his next instead of a tie or bow, frilly shirt. He held a similar goblin mask, only when you caught his eye he had pulled it away.

Only you and him without masks, his eyebrows with no ends, h-his strangely familiar eyes , his thin lips, you felt a strong pull towards him.

“There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky.”

All you could do is stare at him, as the song began, mouth gapped at him, your dress that before felt heavy no felt like nothing, as he began walking towards you, through the people.

“Within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast”

Trying to get passed the strange people, to get him, he simply danced with other people that already had partners, I mean, like pressed up against the partners.

“In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon

Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through.” He didn’t even try to get to you as you chased after him, these strange people suffocating you, getting in your way on purpose.

“Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone.” Then he was gone, your eyes searched the room, not seeing him hidden behind a fan behind you, continued your search. As he smirked behind you, oh how he couldn’t stop feeling the way he did about you, he thought it was funny how now you chased him instead of the other way around.

“Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down.” He had continued making his way through the people, in direct view , as you searched still.

“Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love.” Squeezing through the people, feeling panicked, you had no idea what was happening, nor why you felt like this for a strange man, shoving pushed the people that circled you.

“I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now.” You had found him, as a fan moved, he stood sandwiched by two woman.

“We're choosing the path

Between the stars

I'll leave my love

Between the stars” Only then did he come towards you,his face should no emotion, you wondered how you had gotten here. Now with a mans hand out waist and the other in his hand as you danced.

“As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all.” You couldn’t remember knowing how to dance, but you and Jareth done turns in sync with all the other dancers, staring deeply into his mismatched pupils.

“But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling” Jareth-how did you now know his name, now singing along, wow self loving much , who plays their own music. He had every right. Only then, did you feel yourself leaning to his lips.

“As the world falls down

Falling

As the world falls down.”

Jareth had noticed, leaning towards you as well, you felt your lips connect to his soft ones, as your eyes closed. That’s all it took for your remove your hands from his shoulder and hand bringing them up into his blond hair. Pulling his face towards yours, not allowing yourself to disconnect from him, you both had stopped dance at this point.

His arms now around your waist pulling you both closer together again, one of your hand now cupping his cheek, as you both kissed. Pulling away for a second to breathe, before pressing your lips against his again harshly this time, biting his lip hard, he had almost jumped, letting out a yelp, only then were you able insert your tongue into his mouth.

You both had long forgotten the people that surrounded you both. Jareths grip now tightened, your tongue fighting against his. Only until he had pulled your hair, pulling you from him lips, your eyes slammed shut, your hands now against his clothed chest, as he pressed kisses down your bare neck. A small moan had escaped your mouth, your hand travelling down to his pants. “Can I?” Jareth had looked into your eyes, his other pupil now almost reaching the same size as his other, nodding.

You hand cupping, his manhood, his pulse heightened under your touch, Jareth had groaned loudly, his bulging member against your palm, as Jareths hips had pushed against your hand for friction. Jareth now sucking harshly at your neck, rubbing your hand against him.

You had forgotten about the room full off people;but Jareth had definitely not, he did not want to take you in front of them, at this moment he didn’t care, he had not had pleasure in a very long time. Leaving your neck, Jareth had joined your lips again, biting your already swollen bottom lips, returning to sloppy small kisses, you had wished that Jareth had picked a less poofy dress.

Your hands leaving Jareths body, he had let out a small sigh, he had thought you had remembered, especially when you began to lift the bottom the dress. Only then did you notice the people, wide eye, but they were still dancing, even if they were looking, Jareth touch was intoxicating.

Your calf’s now on show, almost touching Jareth again, how starred down at you confused, as you looked up at him with a small grin, lifting your leg up and over hip. Instantly he had gripped the soft skin under your thigh, your dress now bunched up to your waist, as you wrapped your arms around Jareths neck.

Pressing your clothes core against, his bulging, your core soaking through, jumping up, so that both of your legs were now wrapped tightly against Jareth. Your lips on his, his hands travelling up your legs slowly, all the way to your waist again, wet kisses as your hips began to rock against Jareths stone member. Your stomach turning into knots against him.

Your clit pulsating against him, undoubtedly he could feel it too, your speed quickly increase, pushed Jareth over the edge with a loud groan, you were pressed against the stone floor. Still, you grinned harshly against him, his hands now either side of your head, his only your upper back against the floor.

Looking into his hungry eyes, pleading for him to do something, stopping your hip movements . “J-Jareth, a-are you sure we should do this here? W-with these people?” Jareth had only smirked at you lowering himself to your ear level. “Love, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed about, plus they can only see when I want them too, understand?” Whispering into your ear, that must be why they didn’t even look your way.

“Now, I must ask, do you want this? Definitely?” His face not inches from yours, his eyes searched yours. “Yes, please.” With that Jareth had unwrapped your legs from him, tearing the bottom of the dress, he was a very skinny man, it was a shame ‘twas a lovely dress. Only your underwear covered you bottom half now, your heels now discarded.

Snapping your legs closed in embarrassment, Jareth had lifted your leg by your calf pressed gently pecks all the way up, till he got your thigh, his eyes meeting yours as you sat up on your elbows, you had nodded at him, anyone would’ve been nervous, especially a virgin.

His lips now reattached to your soft skin on your thigh, gently he had pulled your legs apart , your heat had already been dripping from just kissing, but now it was a river. A snap of his fingers and your underwear were gone.

Jareths face now dangerously close, your whole lower parts on show to him, he had grinned up at you, his hot breath on your most sensitive area, sent chills through your core... literally. Jareth had groaned just feeling your thighs shake in his hands, his erection now painfully restricted.

With that he had slid his tongue up your folds one, letting out a gasp, you hadn’t been touched like this ever. He had brought a single figure to plunge into you, swirling it around you for only a second, his other hand now holding your stomach down, from your squirming underneath him. Removing the finger, his eyes locked onto your as he slipped it into his mouth, sucking on it, before pulling his finger out of his mouth with a pop.

His face satisfied with you, whimpering , he had barely touched you, yet you were pooling already, orgasm almost there, “please...” Parting your folds, he had slowly removed eye contact, his tongue now licking you like an icecream cone, your nerves on overdrive, he had plunged his tongue into you, his hand back on your thighs, squeezing as he swirled around in you. Your legs clenching on his head, grinding into his face.

“Jareth!” Considering you were quite shy, with men anyways, the moan of his name, caused Jareth to tighten his grip, tongue from your opening, he rolled your clit gently between his teeth, you hand cried out, your legs thrown over his shoulders, you could feel your orgasm coming. Pulling tightly at his long hair for more, a loud growl had erupted from his mouth, travelling through you, your stomach tightening.

So close to satisfaction, “J-Jareth..” His tongue had attached back onto your clit, bringing his fingers close to you, one of your legs still on his shoulder, the other leg, he had placed against the stone floor, spreading your legs widely, so that he could insert his finger into you. Your back now curved from the floor, adding two more fingers into your wet opening.

Sweat upon your face, like drops of rain water, allowing you a moment to adjust, Jareth had began to his fingers into you, his mouth detached, faster, and faster by the second. Spreading his fingers in you, you couldn’t hang on any longer. Your legs now shaking like hurricane, Jareth knew you was close, your head thrown back, as you finally met your orgasm.

Removing his fingers, as the please hit you like wrecking ball, throughout our lower half, you had let out a loud moan of pleasure. Your hips finally buckled , riding your orgasm in Jareths face. Panting heavily, Jareth had looking up , wiping the remaining of your juices on his palm.

“J-Jareth?” He now laid next to you, how was he still fully clothed? He had hummed in response. “C-can we just start with that for now,” You were worried, that he’d get angry, but instead he had just looked at you with a gently smile. “Of course, love.” Then you noticed, his painfully erected member, bringing your hand to his bulge rubbing him again, groaning in surprise.

“I-I’ve never done anything like this.” Jareth only nodded, as you stroked him through his pants, he wasn’t going to take your virginity not like this. He was a good man- fae sorry, he took all those children from people that didn’t want them. Shouldn’t be thinking about this right now.

Slipping you hand into Jareths pants, you stroked him harshly, rubbing the his tip gently with your thumb when you reached it, before repeating the cycle. Jareths lips upon yours , you could still taste yourself on him. Quickening your pace, soon enough his he had bitten down roughly onto your lip, as he came.

Yet again, you were both laying on the floor, laying your shoulders on his arm, that wrapped around you laying in his chest.

“Can I have my dog back? I mean- if you let me go back, you could come too, o-only if you want to anyways?” You had stuttered out your words , causing Jareth to laugh at you, he had a feeling you still remembered.

“Of course.”

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bangfantanfic · 4 years ago

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Our Own World: Chapter 4

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, restrictions/COVID

Type: Hybrid/Yandere/Romance/Fluff/Angst

Authors Note: Hey~ again, so sorry I took so longI apologise! I hope you guys enjoy. As usual, I’d you’d like to be tagged for future updates, DM or comment 🥰

“As cases continue to rise officials have announced as of 12am tonight a nationwide lockdown will be enforced.”

Six pairs of eyes were glued to the large screen, most of them worried-- yours however only showed off pure irritation.

“-- in order to minimise rising case numbers President Moon announced a country wide travel ban. Non Korean residents will have paid flights back to their home country, Korean residents outside the country will not be let back in until further notice--”

Your stomach plummeted. You're stuck here for as long as your brother is stuck in the Netherlands..

“Y/N?”

You could hear the men around you calling out to you, but it sounded muffled, like your head was under water.

The five men around you were panicking at your frozen state, you were like a statue-- even Jeongguk was unable to hide his worry.

Taehyung was sitting by your feet whining, his arms wrapped around his own torso. He had tried to hug your legs, wanting to provide some comfort to your shaking form but Namjoon had nudged him away, sending a warning look before crouching by your side and trying to pull your attention back.

“Y/N, you need to breathe--relax.” He cooed, his hands balled into fists on his thighs. It was taking all his energy to not reach out and touch you, to hold you and promise everything was okay. “Jay will be fine, he’s safe with Mila.”

Unfortunately, the boy's sweet attempts to console you only made you feel worse. They didn’t know you were panicking about being here longer. They thought you were worried for your brother's safety.

But you were only worried about your own.

“Y/N, do you think I could come to the store with you?” Seokjin’s voice asked shyly, his hands tightly gripping one another. “I just thought since I know the boys well— and my ah, physical differences are easier to hide—“

You raised an eyebrow, smirking at the babbling hybrid. You had grown much more confident with the polar bear hybrid, and even a few of the others thanks to being locked in 24/7. You had still yet to meet Hoseok and Yoongi, and Jeongguk was more than happy to keep as much distance from you as humanly possible, but otherwise, you were somewhat comfortable in your surroundings for once.

The few occasions you were able to leave the house was to get groceries and other essentials, but otherwise being caught out of the house without solid reasoning would land you a hefty fine and you weren’t exactly financially stable enough to pay thousands of dollars.

Your brother had been in contact with you, making sure the boys were all doing fine and that you were coping with the news and long term adjustment. He had been supplying you money, and you weren’t sure where he was getting it from. His clinic had been shut since he left the country so it wasn’t from there, but you were too deep in your self pity to question it.

“Sure, I don’t see why no—“

“No fair. If Jin Hyung can go out I wanna too!” Taehyung whined, appearing from thin air. His dark hair hung over his eyes, still dripping from his shower.

“Your tail is too noticeable.” Jin shrugged, wrapping a long arm over your tiny shoulders.

The brunette glared at the blond, stomping over to pull you away. Lightly grabbing the pocket of your white hoodie and tugging you into his chest. You wriggled, trying to pull out of his grip but it only seemed to make it tighten.

“You’re always selfish with her!” The younger complained, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

A dramatic groan came from behind you as Jin, no doubtedly, rolled his eyes at the monkey's words. “I can’t help it if I’m her favourite.”

Taehyung stiffened. You could feel him grinding his teeth, the sound of his teeth dragging made you feel nauseous.

“She doesn’t have favourites.” Namjoon cut in, carefully pulling you out of the monkey's arms and wrapping his own around your shoulder. “And Jin Hyung is right, your tail is too noticeable.”

Taehyung’s wide eyes narrowed, his arms crossed over his chest. “You’re the only one who can’t keep it still!” He argued.

Namjoon’s face flushed pink, his jaw jutting out. It was true. Like animals, hybrids often displayed their emotions and moods through tail movements, and while the others had passed with flying colours in emotional control, Namjoon had always struggled.

“Be that as it may, we can’t risk it. Hyung will go with Y/N and help pick out foods best suited to each of us.” He said sternly, sounding confident despite the pink tinge to his round cheeks.

You smiled apologetically at the monkey hybrid. He was clearly biting his tongue, arms tightly crossed and eyes squinting.

“Fine. But when you get back Y/Nie is playing with me.”

Grocery shopping had always been easy. You only had yourself to think of, but now you had seven others depending on you. You weren’t sure about allergies, or even just what everyone liked and disliked.

You still needed to get around to those files…

Thankfully your brother had left behind a card for shopping, knowing your pathetic bank account would ever be able to handle more than one shop.

With Seokjin leaning on the handles of the shopping cart he directed you where to go, what to grab all while letting you browse and pick out your own snacks.

“Yoongi and Hobi will be joining us tonight, I’ll need to get more meat. Yoongi practically inhales it.” The hybrid sighed, voicing his thoughts aloud.

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling softly at the sight of Seokjin. He was dressed comfortably, washed out blue jeans, a white sweater and a red cap. Round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose as he read over packaging, his plump lips pouting as he considered every item.

“Do you think we could get lamb, Y/N?” He piqued up, dropping three packets of snacks into the cart before waddling to catch up to you.

“I don’t see why not, it’s my brothers card after all.” You shrugged, grinning. You held back a laugh as his cheeks turned pink, attempting to hide the bright colour he rushed forward to avoid your gaze.

You had noticed the boys were all easily flustered, you found it funny. Sometimes Jimin or Jin tried to say something flirty, and when you countered back the two turned red and made excuses to run away. Sometimes you just had to talk to them and their faces would turn redder than an apple.

Taehyung was a little more difficult, most of the time he was rather clueless with what he said, or at least that’s how he played it off to be.

Namjoon just didn’t try. He just preferred to leave cute gifts for you on your bed; Flowers he had grown that were in season, fruits and clumsily made origami.

Jeongguk completely avoided you, and Taehyung the little asshole, made sure to tell you the youngest hybrid liked you, telling you how the youngest was always staring at you or asking his brothers about what you were doing.

“The look that the cashier gave you was so rude!” Seokjin huffed, closing the passenger door.

You rolled your eyes, starting the car. You didn’t blame the poor girl, you had bought so much food it caused a huge back up, the line running down the isles . You couldn’t even look at the cashier, too embarrassed.

The car ride was pretty quiet, the only sounds were Seokjin humming along to the radio and the crinkling from the candy packet. He seemed to be deep in thought, and as much as you wanted to ask what was on his mind you forced your mouth to stay shut.

Sure, you were somewhat comfortable around him and you assumed he was comfortable around you, but you knew that there wasn’t any friendship foundation, you had no right to pick around his brain— no matter how intrigued you were.

So you stayed silent, while the hybrid beside you happily chewed away at the gummy bears he had begged for.

As your brother’s neighbourhood approached, Seokjin finally decided to talk. He wriggled around until he was angled enough to look over your smaller body.

He thought you were pretty. Very pretty.

The way you smelt was enchanting, always leaving him dizzy and fumbling for words, just like now.

He felt like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing, eyebrows pulled together in frustration as he tried to spit out words, any words. Just something so he didn’t look like an idiot for another second.

“Don’t freak out.”

When your head shot over, a crack sounding from the joints making him cringe, he wanted to melt into his seat. He felt his neck and cheeks turn red, an awkward laugh forced passed his lips.

“Sorry— sorry. I just meant, don’t let Yoongi make you feel uncomfortable.” He clarified, mentally kicking his abrupt outburst. When you raised an eyebrow he took it as a signal to continue.

“Yoongi can be stiff?” He paused, considering his words. “He can be two ways, blunt and sort of arrogant— which he isn’t I promise!”

“Or, he’s cocky and imposing. He’ll try to push your buttons, find out what makes you uncomfortable or mad.” He explained, clicking his tongue as he thought. “But don’t worry, Hoseok and Namjoon keep him in line.”

When the car fell silent Seokjin felt his veins turn to ice. The last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or scared. He’d leave yoongi out in the cages before he allowed that.

“I grew up with Jay, I’m immune to annoying boys.”

The smile on your lips, although forced, relaxed him slightly. You really seemed to be trying, even if it wasn’t for them and more so for your brother, he appreciated it. It made his insides feel like marshmallows.

He watched your fingers tap on the grip of the steering wheel, your lips sucked in thin between your teeth as you thought. A cute habit of yours Jin had picked up on almost instantly.

“I’ll be next to you, I won’t leave your side!” He promised, a hand over his heart and the other up in the air. “Scouts honour— and I can say that.”

The proud grin on his plush lips made you break out into a small smile of your own.

“And the other boy?”

Seokjin dropped a red candy into his mouth, chewing twice before speaking. “Hoseok?” He looked to you for confirmation, seeing your curt nod he continued.

“Hobi is playful, he gets along well with the younger boys. He can be a bit much, he’s loud. But he’s a good guy, you don’t have to worry about him.”

“Hoseok— oh for Christ’s sake! Get off! All of you out, they’ll be back any minute now!”

Namjoon’s scolding voice could be heard throughout the entire house, not that it mattered. Everyone was gathered in the one tiny space.

The tiny office space that had been converted into a makeshift bedroom was bursting at its seams with the six men all huddled in.

The youngest three, Jeongguk, Taehyung and Jimin had snuck in to play on the PC’s while you were missing. Jimin hadn’t been interested in playing, so instead he took the chance to snoop through your belongings.

Hoseok, lonely after a week of separation, found his brothers quickly. But his original mission, finding the maknaes, was abandoned the moment your scented room hit his senses. Your perfume and natural musk stuck to everything in the room, almost as if you had lived in the space your whole life.

It was mouth watering.

Ignoring Jimin, who watched the bigger hybrid worriedly, Hoseok joined in the snooping. Mostly just looking through books and sniffing sweaters before getting bored and collapsing onto the fold out bed, an excited laugh filling the quiet room as he rolled over the unmade sheets.

It didn’t take long for Hoseok and Jimin arguing over the small bed to wake up Yoongi. But unfortunately he got to the mess a little late, arriving just as Namjoon did. The younger boy practically tore out his hair as he tried to remove his pack from the room.

Failing, obviously.

The situation was quite funny to the sleepy hybrid. Yoongi’s snickering was infuriating the Wolf hybrid further, his anger and panic almost over powering the soft feminine smell that you had left behind.

“— Jeongguk you know you aren’t supposed to be in here! Taehyung, you’re supposed to be making sure he doesn’t cause trouble, not helping!” Namjoon groaned, head in palms.

The youngest two barely looked away from the screens, their eyes only momentarily flickering over to Namjoon. So instead Jimin piped up, stepping out from behind the much taller hybrid.

“We just thought since she was gone we could take advantage—“

“You thought it would be okay to sneak through someone’s personal belongings!?”

The fox hybrid turned bright pink, his ears flattening to the top of his head. Guilt flooded his features as he practically dislocated his fingers behind his back.

“That wasn’t my intention—“

Their leader was livid, and not even for being disobeyed. He was familiar with the feeling— jealousy. They all smelt like you, and now your room smelt of them.

You smelt like someone other than him— and to make it worse, your musk had been mixed with multiple other male hybrids. It made his stomach churn.

“Your intentions don’t matter anymore.” He snapped, pointing to the door where Yoongi rested. “Out, all of you.”

Not a single person made an effort to move, all five pairs of eyes locked on their leader almost as if they were daring him to try and remove the group. The whole situation was amusing to Yoongi who still hadn’t said a word to his brothers, just watched everything as he usually did.

But the sound of your tires crunching on the gravel driveway sent the boys flying for the front door before an argument could breakout, much to his disappointment.

Yoongi and Jeongguk were the only two that waited in the living room, not reacting to your arrival with enthusiasm.

“Y/N! You’re home!” Taehyung cheered, running out the front door, ignoring the stinging pain of the sharp rocks stabbing into his bare feet.

Before the monkey hybrid could pull you into his body for a hug he was yanked to a halt by Jin.

“Help with the bags first.” He scolded, shoving the heavier bags into the younger boy's arms.

Whining Taehyung obeyed, his knuckles turning white as he practically ran to dump the bags in the kitchen. Namjoon and Jimin followed in Taehyung's direction, arms full with heavy bags until everything was unpacked.

It was after everything was put away where it needed to be that Taehyung engulfed you in his arms, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. He was breathing in so heavily you felt like the boy was about to inhale your skin.

“You were gone for so long--” He paused, his arms tightening on you as he shuffled around. Your back was now facing everyone so Taehyung could glare at his elder. “You hogged her on purpose!”

Seokjin groaned, the younger boy's accusation not even bothering him. He knew his brothers had grown attached to their temporary carer. He was however beginning to worry that everyone was experiencing the same feelings. Your original four weeks of house sitting was officially up tomorrow, and he felt selfish knowing you were stuck here until the government decided otherwise, and not only their government but the Netherlands too.

He had been so excited the moment he heard you step out the car. The moment your car tires had stopped crunching on gravel and your door swung open the strong scent of Spring hit him-- despite it being WInter. You smelt fresh, like flowers and pollen, and yet sweet like sugar. You smelt perfect.

The first time he saw you, the night you come out with their meals he almost dropped to his knees to worship you. Long (H/C), wavy hair hung down your back, messy and slightly knotted from your hands attacking it. Your glasses were dangerously low on your nose as you struggled to drag the chunk of elk meat across the ground. Your lips were pouted, but he could tell that even if you weren’t sulking they would look nearly the same. You were pretty like a doll. Small, petite shoulders and rounded hips and plush thighs he dreamed of falling asleep on.

You were perfect, and his.

Until he realised, maybe you weren’t just for him.

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emily-the-fae · 4 years ago

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Ok so I have been in the interest area for some time

And I may have gotten interested in several Draculas

Here is a list of who I have on team:

5. Bram Stoker's Dracula

I mean come on, Gary Oldman in late Victorian era suits is just extremely handsome. The warrior that became a vampire: seductive, cruel, very nice when in love.

They were quite very bold when they named the movie "Bram Stoker's Dracula" to be honest - like, yes, it is very evident that they followed the author, but decided to add a more romantic plot with some Victorian sensuality. My personal opinion - they tried too hard: they wanted to fit their own storyline of Mina x Dracula love to the original Stoker story, while keeping up at least in the beginning to the author's stile of reading diaries and switching POVs in 2 hours of screentime - it did not go as smoothly as one might have wished, the time is obviously not enough, the story and character relationships are a bit rushed. Besides some characters were well... Lucy's lovers are a bit dumb - far worse than they were in the book and Lucy - ok I get it, you wanted to add eroticism, but not like that!!

In general not so bad. I like it, feels like a nice interpretation.

4. Netflix Dracula

Well, the storyline began as if it could have been Bram Stoker's, but proved to be very different from the original quite quickly. Another nice interpretation. Van Helsing is a female and a nun - that's quite an interesting change. (Seriously, I love the character, she's a big mood.)The modern versions of characters in 3rd episode seemed kinda cool too

Absolutely loved the idea of Dracula absorbing the memories and knowledge with blood, it's really cool. ( Can I please be a vampire too? I really need that for my studies!)

Claes Bang portrayal of the vampire seemed very impressive. Loved it - didn't expect to but loved it - it was the first Dracula movie I watched and it left me under a spell.

Plus the human-eating irony - Hannibal Lecter would have shook Dracula's hand for that, those two have a common sense of humour and aesthetic.

As with the previous one, I enjoyed the interpretation quite a lot.

3. Van Helsing

Well, in that one.

The story has almost nothing to do with the book, doesn't even try to, but the plot they made is exciting - the ancients old enemies concept and all that stuff. The gothic Transylvania/Budapest/Paris/wherever else they were depiction is lovely - it gives the viewer this sense of darkly beautiful atmosphere of vampire stories; soundtrack adds to the picture nicely.

Characters, well... Anna is cool if you look at her in terms of personal - keep up the family values and stuff. BUT a young lady wearing tight trousers in 19th century, are you kidding me??? I'm sorry, but that weirded me out a bit. Same with that moment when "oh I fell five meters and before that soaked under rain, look at my perfectly soft curls" - the female characters in that movie are a bit overly fancy for the time and the action genre - same with Dracula's brides, they're kind of cute, love their babies and Dracula, but why on Earth are they always half-naked?

Van Helsing has a bit of a younger and sadder Mad-Eye Moody vibe. "I kill monsters, although I do pity the humans that sit inside of them. These things need to die" - that kind of person. Hugh Jackman plays him nicely, I felt him very fit for the role - he and Dracula are basically what really saves the film and makes it interesting.

Dracula here is just.. I mean aw. He's hot. He's got a nice accent, he turns into some flying half bat thing that looks hella cool, and he removes his cape in such an extremely graceful gesture that it makes one faint. Love that guy.

(+ the ballroom dance scene was very sensual and gothic, it was one of the reasons I started watching the movie)

2. Dracula Untold

The story of medieval Dracula and how he came to be a vampire - to protect his people and his family. Politics, love, monsters and broken dates. That movie has a great plot and some points which make you stop and wonder (oh do I love the quotes of those "sometimes the world doesn't need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster" and of that sort, just beautiful)

It is kind of tragic, but it has a bright side to it, I am extremely grateful to the authors for what they did to the ending.

And Dracula himself well... Luke Evans is just gorgeous in the role. The ultimate strong warrior vampire - a monster to his enemies and a loving husband and father to his family. Dracula redeemed. This one is sweet.

1. Castlevania

Aaaand here we go on my favourite one. If you don't mind watching anime and you love vampires/gothic stuff - you're probably gonna enjoy this. I did. I loved it: the plot, the characters, their relationship, the whole concept of the vampire community and Dracula the vampire King, their motivations. It's catching, it's mesmerizing, it charmed and drew me in (read: I cried and wailed together with my friend, this left me a trauma, I had to write a big fanfic to make up for the pain).

Main characters - Adrian, Sypha and Tevor are a bit Ron, Harry and Hermione but they are a lovely trio, I love the tension between Trevor and Adrian. Very loveable characters, and I dare say quite well written.

And, well, Dracula. Excuse me, this one is my personal favourite. I mean - a beautiful castle, that is moved by some cool mechanisms to wherever Dracula pleases, an enormous library with all the forgotten knowledge of the world. Dracula himself is extremely well-educated, well-mannered, THE gentleman (and yeah well 8ft tall but let's skip that bit). I love that character he is in so much pain I want to hug him and cuddle him into warm blankets. He is a sweetheart.

So that was a short attempt of a person who is terrible at criticizing stuff to write some film reviews. In case anyone is interested. And for me to reassemble my journey into the vampire world.

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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When You Prefer Animals To Humans ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

You pulled him down onto one of the park benches, resting against his chest, watching the world walk past you, one of your very past times on days off.

“The dogs are always so cute at the park,” you whispered, staring at all the dogs racing around the fields, “I could spend all day just watching them run around.”

“So, when you said it would be a cute date to walk down to the park, all you really wanted to do was come and see the dogs?” Jin questioned, kissing the top of your head.

You giggled, staring up at him momentarily, “it’s a cute date too, but seeing all the dogs is just like an added benefit, you can’t pretend it’s not cute.”

He smiled sweetly, “it’s very cute, although sometimes I’m beginning to think sometimes you shouldn’t have a boyfriend, you should just have a dog instead.”

“Is that your way of saying you want to get another dog?” You teased, jumping out of his hold to rest your hands on his chest, staring hopefully at him.

“Maybe…it’s not such a bad idea.”

Yoongi:

He couldn’t help but smile as he walked in and found you laid out on your bed with Holly snuggled into your side, rubbing the sleep from out of his eyes.

“Are you planning on getting up today?” He teased, sitting back down on the end of the bed, “it’s usually my thing to stay in bed all day, and now look at you.”

“I refuse to move,” you chuckled, tickling the top of Holly’s head, “I’d rather stay here with Holly then bother with any humans today.”

Yoongi gasped, clutching his hand over his heart, “so you’re telling me you’d rather spend time with my dog? That’s not why I got into a relationship with you.”

Your head shook, “perhaps not, but being in a relationship with you certainly has its perks knowing that you have a dog too.”

“I see what’s happened here, you’ve just used me for my dog,” he laughed, laying back down beside you, “I guess if you can’t beat them join them.”

“Sorry, we don’t want you, this is our time.”

Hoseok:

Your eyes lit up as Hobi walked into the coffee shop with Mickey held firmly on his leash, bending down to give the pup the whole world’s worth of attention.

“Nice to see you too,” Hobi chuckled as he stood waiting for you to greet him too. “We only saw you yesterday, what’s got into you today.”

“I’ve officially decided I hate people,” you sighed as you sat down and started telling him about your rough day at work. “I’m just going to retire and live with animals.”

He smiled sympathetically across at you, “as nice as an idea that would be, I don’t think you’d get very far just living with animals, how would you survive?”

You chuckled, taking a sip from your coffee, “I wouldn’t need anything else to survive, just the attention of all the animals would be enough.”

“Well I hope you’ve not written off all humans, as I’d still like to be one of the humans in your life,” he blushed gently, reaching for your hand.

“You can be the one exception to the rule.”

Namjoon:

As soon as Namjoon’s picture appeared on the screen Moni began to bark in your lap as you waved at your boyfriend, studying his reflection closely.

“You guys seem to be having a good time,” he smiled, having trusted you to care for Moni whilst he was on tour, “is he behaving himself?”

“Joon he is a dream! I don’t think I’ll be able to let you take him back when you come home,” you teased, kissing the top of Moni’s head, “why are animals just so incredible?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, he always knew how good a job you’d do with him. “I would like my dog back, but maybe there’s a way that you could stay with him too?”

Your expression turned to one of confusions as Namjoon laughed at how clueless you were, “what are you suggesting? That we cut Moni in half or something?”

“Don’t be silly, I was thinking maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea if you moved in with the two of us, seeing as Moni loves you just as much as I do.”

“Yeah, that’s a much better idea than mine!”

Jimin:

You could tell that he was ever so slightly annoyed when he walked into the room and saw you still cuddled up to your cats, adjusting the tie of his suit.

“I thought you might’ve changed your mind,” he huffed, sitting next to you on the sofa, “are you sure you don’t want to come to the event tonight, it’ll be fun.”

“There’s so many people,” you frowned, seeking comfort from the cuddle of your cat, “I’d just rather just enjoy the peaceful company of these guys instead.”

He nodded, understanding that social gatherings weren’t your favourite things in the world, “I won’t be too long in that case, but don’t wait up for me.”

You sighed, seeing past his fake smiles, “I’m sorry if you’re annoyed that I’d rather be here, I’d just rather be here with the cats.”

“I understand,” he assured you, “I just want you to be happy, and if you’re happier with the cats then I’m not going to stop you from being with them.”

“Thank you Chim, have a good night.”

Taehyung:

His eyes lit up as soon as you answered the call, waving as you smiled, looking down from his eyes to where Yeontan sat in his lap.

“How’s my gorgeous boy?” You questioned, pulling faces at Yeontan. “Is daddy taking good care of you on tour whilst I’m not there.”

“I thought when you said gorgeous boy you were referring to me,” Tae giggled, kissing the top of Tan’s head, “I can’t believe you think he’s more handsome than I am.”

Your head shook at him, “I speak to you all day I never get to see Tannie, I miss him a lot actually. It’s true when they say that a dog is man’s best friend.”

Taehyung tried to keep Tannie calm as he climbed around the computer, “what about me? You’re supposed to miss me a lot too, it’s been weeks since we saw each other.”

“I do miss you Tae,” you assured him, “but I also miss Tannie, I just want to make sure you both have my attention, and check in on the both of you.”

“That was a nice save, but I know it’s Tan you want.”

Jungkook:

You could sense the frustration growing in Jungkook as he tried to get Gureum to sit in order for him to be given his treats, repeating the instruction again and again.

“Gureum! Sit!” You bellowed, holding his treat up high in the air, smiling proudly as he sat down on the floor, “you just need to have the authority.”

“What?” Jungkook chuckled, trying to figure out what had just happened. “How did you do that so quickly? How come he listens to you but not me?”

Your shoulders shrugged, “I’ve had a lot of practice, I think animals and I have some sort of psychic relationships sometimes.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement, wrapping his arm around you. “You’re definitely going to have to show me how you did that, do you reckon it’ll work with the boys?”

“My talents only stretch as far as animals,” you laughed, “and we both know that the boys will never, ever listen to you.”

“Anything’s worth a try.”

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supimjustwriting · 4 years ago

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Crybaby S/O

Headannons For a Crybaby S/O

Vice Dorm Leaders x Reader

Author’s Note: Welcome back Green Tea not an Anon anymore :D I know Ruggie isn’t a vice dorm leader but he does so much for Savanaclaw and deserves the love. Also no Ortho because baby. I also mostly made it sound platonic. I’m sorry. This was surprisingly hard to write for but I hope you enjoy this flower patch anyways. >.<

Trey Clover

- He was really worried when you suddenly burst into tears while you two were feeding the hedgehogs. Did you get pricked? Did one of them bite you? When you explained that ‘they were so cute, you could die.’ Please don’t. Trey couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Their little noses tickle my fingers and I feel so blessed!’ You cried, holding one close to your face.

- Trey finds it a bit endearing. It’s cute that such little things can bring you such strong emotions but at the same time. He can’t help but be a bit concerned. Are you staying hydrated? Getting enough rest? Surely crying this much would be tiring.

- Being friends with Riddle. It’s quite funny how you two are like night and day to him. Riddle tries his best to keep his emotions in check. While you’re just gushing over how the roses look particularly beautiful today.

- It keeps the days with you interesting and he can’t help but watch over you as if you’re one of his younger siblings.

Ruggie Bucchi

- Someone’s gonna take advantage of your emotions one day. He can feel it.

- Ruggie likes that you enjoy the little things in life but you don’t have to cry about it. Except when it comes to food. If you haven’t eaten in a few days or a meal tastes like it’s been specially prepared. He could feel his eyes water a bit too.

- I can see him teasing you about your habits but if others join in and go too far. He’ll step in and protect you. You remind him of some of the kids back home. Though he would admit some of them are a lot tougher than you emotionally.

- Overall, like Trey he finds it a tad endearing but it does get annoying at times. Life is short though. The fact that you can cry so openly about the little things makes him feel protective over you.

Jade Leech

- Is it normal for humans to cry this much?

- Jade finds your unpredictability of what will make you shed a tear fascinating. He’ll point many things out to you from saying your uniform is wrinkled, to how beautiful the sunset is. His favourite moment was when you gushed about his terrariums he worked so hard. Please don’t cry on them. You’ll make the glass dirty and salt water isn’t good for plants.

- He sees you as a timebomb of sorts. One second you’re completely fine. The next you’re curled up in a ball sobbing because he was being too sweet. - Watching you is fun but when it attracts the attention of others. He can’t help but feel a tad self-conscious. Jade doesn’t want people to believe he’s the reason for your tears and he’ll try his best to wipe them away.

Jamil Viper

- Yet another person to take care of. You’re quite the handful but the fact his cooking brings tears of joy in your eyes makes him well up with pride.

- You stress him the hell out whenever you burst into tears. It’s always loud and unpredictable. Sometimes he’s curious if you like being this way. Though it seems like a rude question. So, he keeps it to himself.

- When you’re calm and quiet. You’re actually really cute. “A smile suits you more darling, so keep your chin up.” Of course this statement makes you burst into tears and he’s just staring at you in disbelief. Why must you be like this?

Rook Hunt

The way tears glisten in your eyes is just so beautiful. He can’t contain himself and just showers you with love.

Finally someone who also finds beauty in most things and you’re so passionate you’re welling up in tears! Tres bein!

I can see Rook writing poetry about everything you’ve cried about. Even if it’s just one sentence. Salty tears glide down my lovers face Not because of grief Not because of fear But because beauty is everywhere

It fills their eyes That it simply must escape Returning to the earth Such a tragic fate

Though many tears are shed I pray your heart never be filled with dread For I your loyal hunter Shall forever be your protector ~

I really love writing poetry. I’m so sorry.

Lilla Vanrouge

- My, my. What an adorable little human indeed ~

- You remind him when Malleus was younger and how he’d cry when he couldn’t dress himself properly or he couldn’t get a spell quite right on his first few attempts. Help! The baby fever is strong with this one!

- He’d dote on you and wipe away your tears with his thumbs or a handkerchief. Even if he’s the one who caused your tears by scaring you. You're his adorable human! Of course you’d need his protection. Though I do see him, trying to help toughen you up a bit. People can be cruel after all.

- Expect a lot of cuddling and him comparing you to an infant. Due to the age difference you might as well be.

- You make him feel like a father again! Maybe he should whip up a potion to make you a baby for a day. He’ll make one for Silver too and GRANDPA NO!!

- One day Diasomnia is just filled with infants while Lilla is having the time of his life. Everyone is dressed up and it’s survival of the fittest when dinner or snack time comes along.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Vice Dorm Leaders #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Twisted Wonderland Trey Clover #Twisted Wonderland Ruggie Bucchi #Twisted Wonderland Jade Leech #Twisted Wonderland Jamil Viper #Twisted Wonderland Rook Hunt #Twisted Wonderland Lilla Vanroughe #Trey Clover #Ruggie Bucchi #Jade Leech #Jamil Viper #Rook Hunt #Lilla Vanrouge #Twisted Wonderland Dandelion

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slytherinqu33n · 4 years ago

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I Think you’re In Love With Me

Pairing: Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: Sexual themes, semi-fluff

Author’s note: This is my first imagine, I based it off one of my fav songs. Hopefully you like it, I am open to any feed back! Also sorry for any typos, only did a quick edit. I hope this isn’t absolute trash haha. If you have any requests my ask box is always open.

Summary: Y/N is your classic bad girl type, sarcastic and always sporting an eye roll. She’s tired of Draco’s relentless flirting and attempts on her. But when Draco smells her aroma in potions she decides to confront him, but will he see through her tough girl act. Maybe just maybe she feels something for him too. (Based on the song I Think You’re - By NYNE. Is it just me or does this song suite Draco so well!! You can listen on Spotify)

Y/N wasn’t one to be messed with, every one knew that. She looked as if she could kill with just one glance of her piercing eyes. They were always highlighted with her signature winged eyeliner and dark green eyeshadow. She was a rule breaker, never one to listen to her professors, always sneaking out past curfew and causing trouble, a classic badass. Y/N didn’t know it but Draco always had his eye on her, stealing quick glances in the hallway, watching the way she would sway her hips with sass as she walked, or the way that she would twirl her dark brown locks around her finger opposite him in the Great Hall.

Y/N and Draco had a fairly complex relationship, they would constantly tease and flirt with each other, both of them relentlessl, neither backing down. Draco and Y/N had always been fairly close friends since they had been sorted into Slytherin together in their first year. At some point along the way, Draco thought maybe it had become something more. It was in their third year when he had noticed she came back different, she was taller, her hair was darker and her curves had filled out, Draco had started to feel a spike of nerves whenever he was in her presence. Not only had her body changed but she had matured over the summer break, enticed by her now snarky attitude and quick wit. He was more than surprised when she would retaliate to his mindless flirting, no longer allowing him to get away with it with rosey cheeks and a shy smile as you had used to in your second year. Unbeknownst to anyone else, he wanted her to be his, he had decided that he would do whatever it took to earn your heart.

Y/N’s POV

Luckily for Draco they had recently been assigned as partners in potions, and today just happened to be the day that Professor Slughorn was to teach them how to brew Amortentia, to say Draco was nervous was an understatement. He knew that this would lead to him exposing his feelings for her, there was no doubt in his mind that he would catch a whiff of her sweet aroma.

“Draco would you pass me the moonstone?” you ask not even looking at him. He glanced over at you, his signature smirk plastered across his face. “Where are your manners Darling? Say please and I might.” You roll your eyes at him and sigh. “Fine…my darling Draco will you please pass the moonstone?” you say with your most sarcastic tone. “See Darling that’s all you had to say” he says winking at you.

“That was the last ingredient, one more stir anti-clockwise and it’s ready.” You breathe out looking over at Draco, who happened to be staring at you, you flash him a quick smirk, knowing you had caught him. “Come on then Draco take a whiff.” Your sarcasm coming out once again, you watch as he leans over the cauldron, closing his eyes as he breaths in the potions fumes. “Well, What does it smell like?” You say sounding half interested. “I smell coconut shampoo, musk perfume and new books…” He trailed off, knowing he had given away his crush on you. He looked up to see you smirking at him. Before you had the chance to say anything Professer Slughorn had ended the lesson and Draco was out the door.

Draco’s POV

A few days since that night in the common room had passed and Draco was sat quietly in the library trying to fit some study in, when his two friends Blaise and Goyle sat down opposite him. He couldn’t help but want their opinion on his situation so he decided to spill and tell them about his crush on you. “Of course she knows that I fancy her Blaise, you should have seen the way she approached me about my Amortentia.” Draco says rolling his eyes at his two friends. He told them exactly what had happened in potions last week and how you had more than confronted him about it. “Merlin Draco, you need to throw it back to her” Goyle chuckles “Beat her at her own game” He finishes. “You might be onto something there Goyle, when did you start using that brain cell of yours?” Draco says snickering.

All week in potions Draco would tease you in some way, running his hand up the inside of your thigh, not quite high enough to were you needed him most, waiting for you to drop your bad girl attitude and give into him. To his surprise you took everything he threw at you, coming back just as hard. You would swirl your fingers dangerously close to his clothed crotch underneath your shared desk. But Draco always managed to keep a straight face, never giving in to your advances.

On this particular day in potions Draco’s hand was sitting dangerously close to your clothed heat as he drew circles into your soft skin with his thumb. “I can tell what you are trying to do Draco, it’s not going to work.” You say to him under your breath with your signature eye roll. “Come on Darling I know you want me, you’re a bad girl and you know it!” He says with a smirk. You look over at him with a smirk “you know you’re just as bad.” Merlin, he loved your bad girl side, you were both bad and everyone knew it.

Y/N’s POV

Draco kept up with your teasing, you’d go fast then slow, stop then go, you were utterly surprised that he had not caved in to your advances yet. But today was different you hadn’t seen him all day, it was as if he was avoiding you, you thought maybe he had become fed up with the constant teasing. You had just come from your Defence Against the Dark Arts class when you waltzed into the common room to see Draco sitting in his favourite chair by the fire. He was dressed head to toe in his black suit, making you weak at the knees. Merlin he looked so good in that suit, it contrasted against his platinum hair perfectly, you could tear it off of him there and then. He hadn’t noticed you yet, you decided to just stand there and admire him for a while longer, how he sat there, glass in hand, his favourite Firewhiskey no coke, the bright orange glow of the roaring fire reflecting on his pale skin, Merlin he was handsome.

“It’s rude to just stand there and stare Darling.” His husky tone catching you off guard. “I haven’t seen you around today.” You say matter of factly “I’m tired of chasing you Y/N” he said sternly. You instantly soften, you know that Draco has had a rough childhood, maybe it was time for you to tell him how you really felt before he became disinterested. “Dray, I know you’ve been hurt before, but you know I’ll love you more.” You were standing directly in front of him now. Draco staring deep into your eyes, his pupils dilated. He put his glass down on the table beside him, he was finally going to take what was his, he wrapped his arm around your waist jerking you forwards so that you ended up straddling him. His hand resting softly on your cheek brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You couldn’t handle the teasing anymore, crashing your lips to his in a heated kiss. Draco relaxed into you, fighting your tongue for dominance. Biting your bottom lip he had won slipping his tongue inside. After a few minutes you pulled away needing air. “Not such a bad girl now are you?” He says smirking at you. “I’d describe myself more as a spice girl, nice girl, party all night girl.” You say with sarcastically while giggling. He chuckles at this, hands still firm on your waist. “Party all night definitely, nice girl, you are anything but.” He growls in your ear. “Yeah and you love it Malfoy.” You roll your eyes at him. “You know it Darling.”

#draco imagine #draco x reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco smut #dracotok #draco malfoy #harry potter

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hettiesworld · 4 years ago

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Name of fic: I Recommend a Daddy

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Chris x OFC (Addison)

Plot summary: When Addison runs out of money and is about to lose her house, her friends Auora and Sydney recommend to her a sugar daddy. Of course, there is one thing that is different to the other sugar daddy companies; there is a romantic relationship available.

Warnings: Foul language, sexual themes.

Author’s note: This is part of @donutloverxo Sugary 4k Challenge. Of course, it is not part of my Chris x Addison series fic, “Best Thing I Ever Had”, just to be clear. My OCs are not famous, neither are the celebrities in this.

Word count: 1641 words.

“Rory! Sydney! Need your help quick!” Addison called out to her friends whilst running from her spare bedroom to her own, her handbag in one hand and her purse in the other.

“What is it Addy?” Sydney asked her, trying to braid Aurora’s hair.

“I have no money! I am gonna lose my house --” She started to freak out, breathing heavily. Just like the talkative person that she was. Until Auora stood up from her sitting position.

She placed her hands on Addison’s shoulders.

“Addy. Calm down, it’s okay, just do what we did. Get a sugar daddy.” “A sugar daddy?” “Yeah.” Sydney added on, also standing up, phone in hand. “Have a look. This is my sugar daddy.”

The picture on Sydney’s phone was of a 50 year old man. She could tell by the wrinkles on his face. Addison cringed at how old he was.

“And this is mine.” Aurora beamed as she picked up her phone, showing Addison her one. He looked, at least, 30-something years old.

“How old is he?” She asked Auora. “51. And he is Syd’s brother!” Aurora exclaimed. “What? How is he one? I have met him loads of time and it looked like… no offence, but he looked like he didn’t have a lot of money.” Addison explained.

“Meh. Something about a relative having a lot of money and I didn’t get anything. So I got Jeremy to help me.” Sydney replied. “But I don’t mind if my brother didn’t help me, I got to meet --” “--Yes, you got to meet Jeremy, we know. But that doesn’t mean you get to kiss him or something…” Addison interrupted Sydney.

She out her handbag on the bedside table and sighed, collapsing onto the comfortable water bed.

“Actually…”

Addison sat up and was shocked at what Auora was going to say.

“Wait… you’re in a relationship with them?” Addison exclaimed, putting on a confused face.

Both Sydney and Auora shrugged their shoulders, basically saying that they were.

“It’s kinda complicated. It’s a polyamorous relationship. He can date other girls. That’s the business of the sugar daddy company they are part of.” Sydney explained.

Addison thought to herself, ‘Does she need a sugar daddy? She was losing her house and she didn’t have a lot of money…’ Sydney already had Addison’s laptop up, with the sugar daddy website on it, flashing in her blue eyes.

“Go on. Pick one!” Sydney encouraged, placing the laptop in her lap.

Addison sighed and looked over the website. She repeatedly denied every single one she looked at until she found a 39-year old man picture on there. Let’s just say, Addison was definitely interested in him. His name was Chris and he was from Boston, Massachusetts.

“Ooh… He looks interesting and hot! Go on, message him!” Aurora said to her, instantly clicking on the messaging app within the website. “Rory! Why did you do that?” Addison condemned Aurora. “Look! He messaged you!” Sydney added.

Mr. Evans: Hello Addison. Are you interested in my offer of being your sugar daddy?

“Reply Addy, reply!” Sydney and Auora both exclaimed at her.

“Okay, okay. Just leave me alone. Let me message him.”

Addison: Hello, Mr Evans. I guess I am interested in your offer. Mr. Evans: Please call me Chris. Now, tell me. Why are you coming to this website? Addison: I am going to lose my job and my friends suggested this website. It could help me with my financial problems. Mr. Evans: I will gladly help with your money issues. We should meet up, but if you’re living far away, we should meet via webcam. Addison: I would like that. Mr. Evans: Just give me your Skype details and I will contact you soon.

Sydney and Auora screamed with glee as Chris accepted the offer. Addison sighed at them before giving Chris her details.

“Now we wait.”

It was a few days afterwards and Addison was alone, in her bedroom. She was waiting for Chris to call her via Skype. Then, it happened.

“Hello?”

Addison looked up from her phone, as she was playing Candy Crush Saga.

“Oh my… I am so sorry! I didn’t know you called me!” She yelped, making Chris laugh from the call.

“It’s alright. I’m guessing you’re Addison then?” He asked her.

“Yep. Sorry I was playing Candy Crush. And please, call me Addy. My friends call me that.” “Got it. What level are you on?” Questioned Chris, titling his head and then sipping a beer. “I’m on… level 182.” “That is cool. I’m on level 543.” “What? How?!” “Practice.”

They both laughed.

“Anyways… You have financial problems?” He then asked her, having a notebook and pen in his hands. “Yeah I do. A few days ago, I had no money in my bank account. I’m getting evicted soon cause I can’t pay my rent…” Addison rambled on as Chris nodded understandably, writing down what she was saying. “I am so sorry. Well, if you accept my offer, then you will be able to live at my place, accompanied with me and my dog, I will be able to pay everything off. All you need to do is give me company. Do some chores around the house, that sort of stuff.” He explained.

Addison thought for a while.

“I do need money. Okay, I accept.” “Great! You can start in 2 days. Just come to my address in Massachusetts and we will do the contract and important stuff. Get packed and I’ll see you then, okay?” “Okay! Thank you so much Chris!” She hung up.

2 days later, she flew from London to Boston, Massachusetts in the USA.

It was a city of wide avenues and small places to sit and eat, to relax as folk went about their day. There were the sky towers in the centre, what was once thousands of homes now took up less ground space than an old shopping mall. The rest was parks and wild spaces, a chance to walk among nature or enjoy the trails on bicycles or horseback. Yet perhaps Addison’s favourite thing was the river that flowed through the centre, crossing the bridges, pausing just to look at the view I saw every day and loved all the more.

She arrived outside a white-ish house, just outside the city.

There stood a tall man, about 6’ 0”, with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, 2 buttons undone. He also wore brown shorts and white sneakers. “Addy! You came!” Chris smiled and welcomed her with open arms. She stood out of the fancy car. She was wearing a pretty flowery dress with matching blue shoes with wedged heels. Bright red sunglasses, her blonde hair flowing in the cool wind. In her hand, a beautiful leather handbag.

Addison pranced over to Chris, trying not to fall over in her shoes.

“Chris! It is a pleasure to meet you.” Her London accent was clear as day as she gave him the usual posh greeting; an air kiss on each cheek. “You too. How was your flight?” He asked her, being a true gentleman and bowing, kissing the back of her hand. “It was luxurious!” Addison smiled at him, blushing at the gesture he gave her. “Please! Let me give you a tour!”

The house Chris lived in looked quite expensive. She was surprised that he had a drawing-room (or a living room to you guys). The drawing room had a snug and huggy feel to it. The dining room, which was next to it, was Chris’s in-home cafe, one where all the chefs and wait staff cooked for a living.

Upstairs, the bedroom she was staying in was just tidy enough to show that she cared about the space and just messy enough to show that she was able to let her creativity roam free. It was her goldilocks zone, perfect for how she was, especially for an inspiring storyteller like her. The en-suite next to it was a place of washing, of nurturing our sanity with the sensation of warm water and aromatic soaps. For the body must feel loved and cared for, for then it feeds back these messages to the brain and begins to set up a positive cycle of wellness.

After the tour, Chris let his personal servant takes Addison’s luggage to her bedroom as they stood in the massive hallway.

“Please make yourself at home. You are staying here. Any questions?” He asked her. “No. Not that I can think of.” “Good. Let’s meet in the drawing-room to discuss the contract.”

They both walked into the drawing-room and sat next to each other, with a big pile of papers, which is basically the whole contract. It was halfway through the signing.“Okay… time for section 5, which is relationships and sex.” Addison choked as he said that. “S-sex?” She faltered, coughing as her drink went the wrong way down her throat.

“Yes… you okay?” Chris helped her by patting her back. Apparently, that doesn’t help at all but Chris didn’t know that then.

She hummed in response as she put down her drink, leaning back as if it never happened.

“You alright now?” “Yep. Carry on.” “Okay… Now, are you fine with us being in a polyamorous relationship or do you want a ‘just friends’ relationship?” Chris asked, reading off the paper. Addison pondered to herself.

“Can I think upon it? I don’t want to be in a relationship without any romantic interest in each other…” She mumbled. “Yeah, of course. It would be cool to go on a date to see if we do have a spark.” He suggested, placing the contract down back onto the table. “I like that idea.” Addison smiled at him, blushing.

#sugary4kchallenge #chris evans x ofc #chris evans #nbarnes #masterlist

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holidaywishes · 3 years ago

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the truth

part nine: the truth

Requested: 🙅‍♀️

Summary: “I ended things because I hated being your second-choice, I hated sharing you with this city, I hated not having an identity aside from... you. And honestly, I think you like it that way...”

Warning: angst, some fluff

Author’s Note: As I was looking over this series, I realized the last time I wrote for it was the beginning of the Pandemic. Literally, it was like March 25th, 2020. I keep trying to find time to add to it, or to finish it, but never get a chance; until now. I’m making myself do it and it’s a big reason why my requests are closed. I have three chapters planned and they’re all gonna be pretty angsty with some fluff thrown in for the hell of it. I’m curious to know how many people want this to end happily and how many people want it to end... “realistically” i.e. with more angst than fluff; so I created a poll! Have fun and let me know what you think! I’m hoping that I can get this out before my birthday because it’s been more than a year and I’m ready to move on to other fics lol. Enjoy! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t spent the last week thinking about what you and Brendan had talked about; how your ideas of marriage didn’t seem to match up anymore. There was a few days when the conversations the two of you had would hover around superficial topics, like the weather or his practices or what either of you wanted for supper, and you knew it was so you would just avoid bringing up the truth

“So...” he finally said one Sunday afternoon and you felt yourself prepare yourself for the inevitable conversation, furrowing your brows when he kept it to small talk, “what are the plans for today?”

“Nothing in particular...” you sighed, “got any ideas?”

“Wanna go out for dinner?” he asked, not looking up from the paper he was reading. He never read the paper and you weren’t sure why he was starting now

“Like a date night?” you prompted and he finally looked up, giving you a smirk

“Yeah,” he replied, “like a date night. How does that sound?”

“I mean,” you smiled, sitting back in your seat, “yeah that sounds great. Where are we going?”

“That one in the Birks Hotel? With the Stained Glass?” he said, trying to think of the name

“Henri Brasserie?” you questioned

“HENRI BRASSERIE! That’s it” he exclaimed

“You sure?”

“Yeah... why wouldn’t I be?”

“Every time we walk past, you kinda.. scoff at it”

“I do not” he countered and you raised your eyebrows at him

“Yes. You do”

“Well, I think it would be a nice place for a date night. Plus, we’ve never been”

“Yeah, that’s true,” you added, “alright! What time?”

“6”

“It’s almost 4 now!” you exclaimed

“Yeah?” he said dumbly and you scoffed hastily before making your way to the bedroom to pick an outfit, “(Y/N)? Babe?” he called

“I have to get ready...” you replied and he laughed

“You have tons of time!”

“STOP!” you laughed in a small panic, “I’m going to take a shower!”

Brendan’s P.O.V

You shook your head as (Y/N) rushed around trying to get ready, jumping into the shower quickly while you stayed downstairs in the kitchen.

“Bonjour, Henri Brasserie, comment puis-je vous aider aujourd'hui?” a voice asked when they picked up on the other line

“Bonjour,” you started, switching to English quickly, “I know it’s last minute but I’m hoping to make a reservation for two, tonight, at 6?”

“Oh,” the voice said, clearly baffled at the last minute request, “uhm.. let me see”

“I really appreciate it,” you said, looking up the stairs to make sure (Y/N) was still in the shower, “I’m planning to propose tonight”

“Congratulations!” the voice exclaimed

“Merci” you smiled to yourself

“Oh, wow,” she scoffed, surprised, “someone just cancelled their reservation, for 6:15 tonight”

“Perfect!”

“Can I just grab a name for the reservation?”

“Brendan,” you said, “Last name, Gallagher” you heard them gasp and you had to hold back a chuckle

“Monsieur Gallagher,” they started, “I’m so sorry. I’m such a fan, I should’ve recognized your voice...”

“Don’t worry,” you smiled, “I’m happy you were able to find a table for us”

“Is there anything special you would like? We are so honoured you have chosen us for your proposal tonight and we would love to be able to make the night as special as possible for you and your soon-to-be-fiancée”

“If you could put us next to that big Stained Glass window that would be perfect,” you asked, hoping they could manage it, “and maybe have a bottle of your favourite Champagne ready for dessert?”

“Of course!” they said excitedly, “we would be happy to do that. Anything you need”

“Thank you,” you smiled again, blushing slightly, “but you don’t have to go out of your way. I don’t want to make anything difficult”

“We will make it an unforgettable night, Monsieur”

“Thank you. We’ll see you at 6″

“See you then!” You imagined that as soon as you ended the call, they were frantically trying to get things sorted so that you had everything you needed and you just hoped it wasn’t too much for (Y/N), who you could now hear searching through her closet for a dress to wear

“You’ll look beautiful in anything you choose” you flirted, heading to your closet to grab a suit

“But this is a nice place, B, we should look nice”

“And you will,” you replied, walking over to her after throwing your chosen suit on the bed, “because you look beautiful always.” You placed your arms around her waist as she continued to search her closet, kissing her cheek before leaving to get dressed, “I love you”

“Love you, too” she smiled, turning around to plant a light kiss on your lips before she shooed you away. When the two of you finally got to the restaurant, you were welcomed quickly and (Y/N) smiled awkwardly before whispering to you, “you called this in last minute didn’t you?”

“I would never. I always plan everything, to the smallest detail” you joked, nodded in appreciation to the hostess who showed you and (Y/N) to your table

“Liar” she teased

“Love you.”

The staff fell over him like he was made of gold and you could only laugh at how hard they were trying. The restaurant was beautiful and Brendan had managed to reserve the bay window where the stained glass stood; whether it was planned weeks in advance or just a few minutes, you were just happy to be out with him like this. It had been so long.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked

“Nothing,” you smiled, shaking your head, “I’m just wondering how you’d ever get by without all this attention...”

“Oh come on,” he chuckled, wiping his mouth with his napkin before placing it on his plate before the servers came to take away your dishes, “I’m not... it’s not that bad is it?”

“You like all this attention, I get it” you smirked, shrugging playfully

“How was everything?” your server asked

“It was great!” Brendan said quickly before ordering dessert for the two of you

“Oh, Bren, I’m so full... I don’t think we should get dessert..” you tried

“How about some Champagne?”

“Sure,” you smiled, “Champagne sounds nice.” The wait staff rushed to clear the table, leaving you to giggle at their eagerness, before you were being handed a crystal glass to clink with Brendan

“To you,” he started, “to us”

“To us” you repeated with a smile, taking a sip of the bubbly beverage, not realizing Brendan had gotten up from his seat until you were placing your glass back on the table, finding him kneeling on one knee. “No,” you thought to yourself, “please no. Not here, not like this...”

“(Y/N)...” he started

“Shit” you thought to yourself, a tear building in your eye as you already knew what you were about to say

“I love you more than I ever thought I could love somebody and we’ve definitely had our moments that made things difficult but in the end it was all worth it. Because we wound up stronger,”

“Brendan...” you tried to stop him

“We found each other when I think we both needed it and I could not be more grateful for anyone in my life. When I think about my future, you’re the first thing I see. I want to share everything with you. The good, the bad, the in-between. I want us to share our lives together”

“B..” you sighed, closing your eyes as he reached into his pocket

“Will you marry me?” he asked, pulling out a small velvet box and revealing a diamond ring more beautiful than you could’ve imagined and you sat there in silence for a moment while the entire restaurant looked on. Any words struggled to escape your throat and your eyes just lingered on Brendan’s for a minute before you finally spoke

“No” you said quietly, wiping a tear from your eye and walking away, stopping only when he grabbed your arm lightly, light enough for you to pull it away. You made your way out of the restaurant and leaned against the wall before walking toward the apartment. You couldn’t believe you were here again, trying to navigate this relationship while on a completely different page than the person you were supposed to be figuring it out with. When you felt a drop of water fall on your skin, you groaned to yourself before hearing a car pull up behind you

“Get in,” Brendan called to you and you shook your head, “(Y/N), just get in the damn car” you stopped before walking to the passenger door and hopping into the seat

“Le--” you started but he just turned up the volume on the radio to tune you out, leading you to turn your face to stare out the window. He slammed the door as he got out of the car, leaving the front door to the apartment wide open and you took a deep breath before you walked inside, closing it slowly behind you

“WHAT THE HELL?!” he yelled

“Let me explain,” you started, “I’m sorry”

“Explain!”

“You can’t get mad at me. I get that you’re upset but don’t yell and go on like a child. Just listen to me”

“Fine” he huffed

“Why did you propose? I mean really, what made you think that it was a good time or that we were ready or that I would say yes?”

“Because we love each other?!” he said angrily

“Yes,” you sighed, “I love you but I never said I was ready to marry you”

“We talked about it…”

“Did we?” you countered, sitting across from him as he thought about his answer, “I found your scrapbook, we talked about the wedding. I let it go because I thought it was sweet that you even had the scrapbook in the first place but then when we talked about being married…”

“We talked about how nothing would change…”

“You talked about how nothing would change and how great that would be for you,” you argued, sighing before dropping your head to your hands, “I never said I wanted to get married or that I was ready to get married”

“You don’t want to marry me?” he asked sadly, a frown covering his features in a way you’d never seen before

“That’s not what I’m saying”

“Then what are you saying? You just humiliated me back there so I think I deserve the truth”

“I don’t… know,” you huffed, getting up and pacing away from him, “I don’t know. I love you, Brendan, you know that. I wouldn’t have agreed to try this again if I didn’t love you but it just I can’t marry you right now”

“Why not?!”

“Because nothing has changed!” you yelled back finally, letting your mouth drop open at your own admission, watching his eyebrows scrunch together as he took in what you were saying

“What do you mean..? What hasn’t changed?” he asked

“Why do you think we broke up in the first place, the first time?”

“I don’t know. You kept saying that we weren’t good for each other anymore and stuff like that…” you scoffed

“You’re right,” you said, knowing that you couldn’t deny that you had, in fact, said those words, “but what else did I say? Why would I have said that we weren’t good for each other?”

“I have no idea! I always thought we were good for each other.”

“You don’t listen! You think you have all the answers or that you can fix everything so easily but you can’t. Not everything can be fixed so quickly.”

“Fine. Okay, tell me now.” He insisted and you tilted your head, “I’m listening. I won’t say a word. I won’t try to fix it. Tell me now why you think we weren’t good for each other”

“The truth?” you asked once before he took your hand and sat you down next to him on the couch

“The truth”

“We drifted apart. We were so hopelessly in love when we first met and I know things got stressful for you because of how the seasons were going but you wouldn’t talk to me about it. At first, I thought it was fine. Like I’d give you your space and there was a reason you didn’t want me to know you were feeling shitty about the way things were going. But a few years later and you’re still not talking to me about it? We’re supposed to be a team, you’re supposed to be able to talk to me about the stress you have so I can take some of it from you but that wasn’t us. You kept your stress to yourself and I got frustrated and mad and I made brash decisions like that guy,” you sighed, turning your body slightly, your knees grazing his, “you didn’t have to be alone in all of it”

“I never felt like I was alone…” he said

“I did” you confessed, realizing that was the first time you had really said those words out loud. You did feel alone all those years. Every decision you made was because you felt like you were in the relationship without him and it still felt that way; especially when your idea of marriage was so different than his seemed to be. “I guess,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek nervously, “I ended things because I hated being your second-choice, I hated sharing you with this city, I hated not having an identity aside from... you” you took a minute so he could hear what you were saying but there was still more you wanted him to understand, “honestly, I think you like it that way...”

“What does that mean?”

“If I’m here for you, unconditionally, then I get to be one of these girlfriends that the city can accept. I won’t be a loose cannon or someone that brings drama. They’ll accept me and you’ll get to finally have all this acceptance that you crave"

"You think I crave acceptance?"

"Yes" you replied simply

"I don't.. think that's true" he stammered

"I don't know if it's because you're a small guy in the league and you feel like you have to constantly prove yourself," you said, shaking your head to yourself as you spoke before catching a glimpse of his scowl, "or if it has something to do with being the eldest sibling.. I don't know, but yeah, yeah I think you crave acceptance"

"What if I just crave your acceptance?"

"Brendan..." you sighed, "you've always had my acceptance. That's why it's not about me"

"So.. what does this mean?" he asked, head hung low

"I love you. I always have and I always will and I want to marry you someday but I can't sacrifice myself for you. I need to be able to work and go on vacations and have friends outside of the Habs Wives. I need to not feel like I belong to you," you said, taking his hand softly in yours so he would look at you, "we're not objects. We're people and I want us both to be treated that way"

"Me too" he smiled softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead

"Are you okay?" you asked, wincing a little as you looked at his still sad face

"I'm fine," he said, "a little embarrassed but it'll pass. I love you"

"I love you, too," you replied, smiling as you kissed the tip of his nose. "Hey," you continued, "don't give up on me okay?"

"I wouldn't dream of it" he smirked

"I just mean... keep asking"

"You got it, babe."

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softlyjiminie · 4 years ago

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black swan | three.

⇢ pairing(s): professional dancer!park jimin x figure skater!reader.

⇢ word count: 4.1K.

⇢ rating: 16+, mature.

⇢ genre: angst, eventual smut, fluff, e2l, fake dating!au, corrupted idol!au, dancer!au, figure skater!au.

⇢ summary: a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights… what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

⇢ warning(s): please read for this chapter! heavy angst, social media bullying, mentions of drugs ( weed ), mentions of alcohol and drinking, angry jimin!

⇢ author’s note(s): hello my loves! sorry for posting this so late but i really hope you enoy this chapter. i might have to delay chapter four, for a special post in order of joon n koo’s birthday! love you lots.

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“park... you’re out, bail’s been paid.”

jimin rolls his shoulders at the call of his name, standing from his seat on the cold metal bench. he shakes out the blonde in his hair, deciding that the colour was too good and that he’d probably dye it a darker shade as soon as he was back in the safety of his penthouse. smirking, he grabs his discarded leather jacket... designer of course and slings it over his left shoulder— poking his tongue into his cheek as the officer unlocks his cell with a deep blush.

“you sure you don’t want to join me in here one last time sweetheart?”

the officer looks down, fumbling with the keys in her hand as a blush paints her heated face. “wouldn’t you get in trouble for that? another scandal wouldn’t be good for your career,” she bites down on her lower lip and the cat like smile on jimin’s face only grows wider— his forefinger and thumb touch at her chin, tilting her head up to meet his dark eyes as if he’s going to kiss her. “especially now that the paps are outside...”

he only lets out a simple tut, staring down at her with a hooded gaze. “you wouldn’t have a career if you opened that pretty little mouth of yours, sweetheart.” the cop falls silent, not having the chance to reply as jimin parts ways with her— collecting his belongings on the way out. inmates clap and cheer for him, although he’d only been in this station for a night, he’s already built up a reputation for himself around town...drunk driving, speeding, possession of drugs. park jimin was booked in for nearly all of it; but got away with it practically every time.

the sunshine from outside blinds the dancer, harsh golden rays warming his skin in the most irritating of ways. instead, he tilts his shades down over his eyes and way from the mass of bleach blonde hair that swoops messily over one side of his face. cameras are situated around the station, jimin knows that for sure, he can’t see them but he can hear the clicks and flashes from paparazzi that hide in bushes around them. they all want jimin for this week’s front cover, it’s only obvious that he’ll make the headlines for the fifth week in a row but who’s to say he cares? flashing a toothy grin as he flips the middle finger to sneaky photographers that pretend not to be seen.

“you’re so immature, jimin,” hoseok, his manager scolds, fixing the hem of his tight and light grey christian dior suit. the man himself is only a little ways taller than jimin, hair parted and slicked down with brown tinted shades that hide the tiredness in his eyes. hoseok is not that much older than jimin, but they’ve worked together long enough for jimin to consider the elder his family— or more like a pestering older brother. his manager pulls him into a sleek black van parked not even three minutes from the police station, the walk taking longer as jimin stopped to wave at fans. he was a dancer, a performer— it didn’t matter where he was, he always had an audience and he always appealed to them. “get in the fucking car.” hoseok seethed through gritted teeth, opening the door for his client, who only smiled mischievously as he entered it.

slamming the door, hoseok circled the vehicle and climbed in from the passenger side. “what’s got you in such a sour mood hyungie?” jimin hums lazily, leaning back into the plush, cream leather seats of his mercedes while his manager tuts in annoyance— gesturing for their driver (and body guard), seokjin, to head towards the dancer’s gated neighbourhood. running a hand through his blonde locks, jimin’s caramel eyes light up at the sight of his day bag of which he carries around on a daily basis— diving in he pulls out a box containing a few of his rolled joints. grabbing one and bringing it to the flesh of his plump lips, jimin frowns darkly, at the lack of lighter in his bag. “the fuck his my lighter?”

“i took it,” hoseok mumbles simply, rubbing his temple with his free hand, the other twirling jimin’s pink lighter between his own slender digits. the younger leans forward in his seat, restricted only by his seatbelt as they make their way through the L.A traffic— making a grab for the lighter which his manager swiftly pulls away and pockets. “you’ve been acting up again jimin, it’s not looking good for you—“

the dancer in question lurches forward once more, making seokjin swerve ever so slightly. “give me the damn lighter hoseok.” jimin seethes through gritted teeth, the hand that launched at his manager now digging into said man’s head rest. anger flares up in the dancer’s chest— he’s just spent the night in a fucking cell and all he wants to do is have a few puffs of his joint so that he can relax a little.

but hoseok doesn’t budge, easily sinking into the comfort of his seat. “you can’t keep doing this ji,” he scolds, watching the scenery pass by through their tinted windows. “this is the third time in the last two months that you’ve gotten booked into a station for something...” the younger rolls his eyes knuckles turning white. the manager feels a temper tantrum coming on, from the way his client breathes hotly down his neck. jimin had never been good at managing his anger, no one had ever known why— he was a brat for no damn reason but hoseok sensed there was always more to the blonde, that’s why he took him in. “speeding? when you could have waited for jin to pick you up. not to mention how the company shouldn’t be putting their money towards paying for your bail—“

“money that i bring into that fucking company? they wouldn’t have it if it weren’t for me.” the younger points out childishly... and to be fair, he’s not wrong. people from across the world came to see park jimin perform— if they were lucky enough. his graceful movements and talent for following the music no matter how it changed was always something that entranced his fans. jimin was their biggest source of revenue and a major asset, one of the only reasons they hadn’t fired him yet— hoseok supposed. “i’m park jimin, shit...they need me!”

hoseok sighs in defeat as their bodyguard pulls into jimin’s gated neighbourhood. the brunette turns to face his client, a worn out expression pulling at his heart shaped face. “just think about it jimin, if you don’t fix up and don’t stop your bitch fits... it could be over for you.” hoseok hates to scold jimin like this but he also knows it important that he learns. he flinches when the dancer scoffs, begrudgingly pulling out the pink lighter and passing it to the latter.

the younger simply snatches the small device from his hyung’s grasp, brining his joint to his lips and lighting it as he slides from the car.

he didn’t need to think about shit, he was park jimin for goodness sake.

social media was an evil place.

jimin was used to all types of comments across his socials. he knew he was meant to be in the studio for practice, but he was too deep into the internet to turn back now. so more often than not he found that he was drowned is all sorts of praises and love from his fans, complimenting him on his skills, his physic and his oh-so-beautiful face but sometimes, if he looked hard enough— there were those full of hatred and malice, intended break down the souls of those they were targeted at, break the soul of park jimin.

‘i used to love jimin, but he’s getting caught up in all this bad stuff... we might have to unstan...’

‘he’s still a great dancer, but i’m disappointed in how he’s acted recently.’

‘why do celebs think it’s funny to get arrested? it’s fucking cringe especially since they can afford bail? lol no offence park jimin.’

each word cuts sharply at his heart, like knives, creating deep wounds. it hurts to read them, so much so that it brings stinging tears to his eyes but he doesn’t let them fall— he hadn’t in a long time. moments like these lead the blonde to believe in his hyung’s words, was he a has been? was his career coming to an end? familiar insecurities rot his brain, draining what was once left of the boy who loved to dance.

he takes a sip of the bitter, honey liquid that fills his crystalline glass, eyes blurring and throat tightening at the burn the alcohol brings. a filling pain to ease the hurt in his heart. ‘fuck,’ jimin thinks, he’s fucked and he knows it. the dancer wonders if he had been different had his brother not fucked up his life, the older park was probably off somewhere doing god knows what with who knows who and jimin can’t help but let his mind wonder to what he would be doing if his brother wasn’t there. if his brother hadn’t caused that accident. before that day, jimin only ever dreamed of where he is now— practicing hard wherever he was; the canteen in high school, his bedroom, the kitchen when his mother was making his favourite dish.

god he missed those days.

slamming his glass down onto his island counter, jimin stretches his arms above his head so that his black fitted shirt rises up— brushing his tummy briefly. the news hums from the TV in the background, as he sways with sleepiness. something about an accident, something about a skater...he’s not listening. sighing in defeat, jimin grabs the bottle of special edition brandy and takes a lengthy swig while he makes his way to his on-suite bathroom. the dancer’s nimble fingers brush through the roots of his overbearingly blonde locks, fisting them as he looks into the mirror with reddened eyes and a broken heart.

taking another sip of his liquor, jimin finishes the substance off with a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest before throwing the bottle in the trash and opening his cabinet, reaching for the dark hair dye that sits on the middle shelf.

stopping his mercedes benz, jimin parks his car outside of hangsang studios, the dance company that hired the boy. his eyes that reflect black under the artificial lights of the street lamp flicker up to the company logo cast into the side of the towering building— a scoff emitting from between his plump lips. the door to his car opens not a second later, aeri, jimin’s girlfriend slipping into the passenger’s side with a huff.

she throws her practice bag onto the back seat, making the dancer flinch as he presses his forehead to the steering wheel. “practice started at five, you know that right?” aeri seethes, buckling herself in and pulling down the mirror, she fluffs her blonde hair— colour similar to the one the dancer once possessed as she insisted on matching. “of course you don’t, god sometimes i wonder why i’m even with you...”

her words do nothing to the dancer as he sits up in his seat, pressing his foot into the peddles as he sets the gears into drive. ‘i sometimes wonder the same thing...’ jimin can’t help but think, sourly. he loved aeri, he did, but she was draining to be around— obsessed with the idea of being at the top, even if it meant criticising her lover at every point. he’d grown numb to her abuse by now. “i’m sorry, ri... i’ll be at practice next time.” he says instead, knowing very well that speaking his thoughts will only set the girl off. the streets are clearer than they were earlier in the day, fewer cars allowing jimin to pass through lanes with ease... his eyes focus on the road, but he longs to take in the scenery— just for a moment. to feel like the world has stopped in place. “i’ll make it up to you, babe.”

aeri scoffs, wrapping her arms around herself after she pokes jimin’s arm. he slows the car at the stop sign, watching with thin patience as the signals change from green to red, colour by colour. the girl turns to face him, lips drawn into a scowl and small hand taking a fistful of jimin’s darkened, navy locks. “dying your hair? is this what you skipped practice for? when will you take this showcase seriously jimin? fucking hell.”

the pinch in her tone irritates the life out the aforementioned dancer, so much so that his shoulders pick up while he begins to drive again. aeri wasn’t always like this, there was a time, back when they were trainees where jimin would have tripped over his feet to get her to notice him, they were usually paired for dancing events— closeness eventually leading them to dating. but now, she fancied the idea of being a star rather than the blue haired boy himself... the infamous new york showcase had always been her dream and jimin supposes he was only a stepping stone to that path. his name being a direct lead there, his money an added bonus. he knew that skipping practices made her mad, maybe that’s what why he did it— to get back at all the horrid words she’d spouted at him in the last few years.

“— and i swear, if you don’t clean up your act, i’ll leave you and find a new dance partner—“

jimin tunes back into her words, an empty threat that he’d heard from her many times before— looking into the rear view mirror he catches her humid gaze before making a turn towards her house. “i know baby, i’m sorry...i’ll do better, let me make it up to you, yeah?” he mumbles absentmindedly, using words that he knew would satisfy her appetite to being him down until the next time. “i’ll buy you that bag you wanted, hm? or those dance shoes you were after... will that do until i’ve caught up with dance?” aeri pulls at her hair in frustration, reaching behind her for her dance bag as she kicks her feet and screams like a petulant child.

“pull over!”

jimin does as he’s told, pushing his hands through his hair as anger rises in his chest— rattling inside his body as if asking for permission to break free. aeri waits for cars to pass before opening the door and storming out, not even giving her lover time to react. the blonde girl whips out her phone, texting someone jimin can’t see before the dancer’s wound down his window.

“aeri, come on doll, let’s not fight.” he tries to reason with her, but the will to keep her close has gone from her voice as she looks up at him with a fiery gaze. her chest rises and falls with anger, causing jimin to roll his eyes and bring his head back into the car. “you’re really gonna walk home?”

“no, my new dance partner is coming to pick me up because he’s not a lazy bum like—!”

jimin doesn’t stay to hear the rest of her cold insult, having had just about enough of her attitude, reversing the car and heading in the direction of his home, his anger still simmering brightly.

“well well well, if it isn’t our handsome ji. look who’s finally coming around!”

the boy in question rolls his eyes despite the little smile that plays at his lips, he’s glad to see that hoseok hyung’s mood has sweetened slightly— his expression matching the brightness of the L.A sun that highlights the blue of jimin’s hair, yet causes him to squint at the same time. he pulls his shades over his eyes, ignoring hoseok’s outstretched hand and going in for a quick, apologetic hug. the manager knows jimin isn’t one for displays of affection, but knows him well enough to recognise an apology from the younger when he sees one.

but jimin’s warmth retreats just as fast as it came, the younger pulling away as if hoseok’s new alexander wang suit has has scorched his tan skin. jimin seems to be grumbling as he slides into the van which seokjin drives and buckles himself in. the annoyance the blue haired boy felt from last night has yet to fade, but he knows he has to keep his anger in check— hoseok texted him early this morning about a meeting with the board... which usually never means anything good.

the car ride is mostly silent, the slight hum of the radio in the background as jimin rests in the back seat. there were few times he’d ever met the board, the first being after his accident, when hoseok had recruited him. the second being when he’d made it big, when the CEO had told him he’d made it big just like his parents would have wanted and the third, well...that would be now. seokjin pulls up to the tl the hangsang company building, quickly helping the dancer out before heading with into the building with hoseok by their side.

walking through the company building, jimin attracts a lot of attention— many have said that he exudes an intimidating, strong aura but the dancer only reckons it’s because of his name...after all, his family does come with a reputation. rookies and senior dancers alike blush and bow as jimin makes his way towards the head office, his slicked back blue hair shines under the false white light and reflects off of the black shades that match his jeans, chelsea boots and turtle neck. of course, the boy knows that he looks good, fingers coming up to fix the denim jacket he wears but his stride slows when passing his usual practice room— gaze faltering as he spots aeri tangled with a younger dancer, a rookie who jimin recognises as choi san. the familiar emotions from yesterday crawl up his spine and mix with the blackened jealousy that blooms across his firm chest— but jimin doesn’t have time to linger on his feelings as hoseok ushers the trio into an elevator and presses the button for the tenth floor. aeri looks away from the dancer just as the door closes.

“it’s not looking good for you jimin,” the CEO, explains— he goes by the name of mr.chan. jimin himself admits that he hasn’t been listening since the moment they entered the room but he picks up the tone of disappointment in the CEO’s voice. shaking out his dark locks, jimin scoffs likely and rolls his shoulders— feeling annoyance build up behind his eyes... he’s got a headache now, which is only worsened by hoseok giving him a scolding glare.

“jimin don’t.”

he sits up at the second mention of his name, jimin knew not to test his manager at this time and also knew hoseok would give him the scolding of a life time if he didn’t listen. tilting his gaze to the CEO, jimin finally tunes into mr.chan, even if he doesn’t like what he’s saying. “you’re our prized dancer park, a household name...but you’ve had fewer performances then any other dancer this year, your recent bad reputation is...driving clientele away,” the old man lets out a wheezing cough, making jimin grimace. mr.chan was a greasy old man, with oily hair and beady eyes. he was harsh to the eyes, jimin supposed it was lucky that he was rich or mr.chan was doomed to be single for the rest of his life. “not to mention the bail we’ve been paying, you’re more of a burden than an asset at this point.”

“you’re fuckin’ kidding me right?” jimin rises from his seat like the anger that boils and bubbles through his veins, having enough of the ugly man that rattles on before him. all he can think about his punching the CEO square in the face. “you fucking need me here. if im a burden to you, i’ll cut my loss and join another company that wants me. they all want me. i made this place what it is and i’ll tear it right back down. you need me.” the dancer seethes, pointing his finger right at the CEO’s face, mr.chan and his fellow associates swallow thickly, because after all— jimin is right. his raw talent alone is what built this company up from what it was, and anyone would kill for the money that he brings in however he may act.

the panel of staff mr.chan has with him, are rendered silent as is the CEO himself— who are they to challenge park jimin? but a lowly assistant speaks up, grabbing the attention of the congregation. “but raw talent will only last you so long...after that, what will you have? a pile of scandals?” she says meekly, as if no one would hear her— but the scowl on park jimin’s face tells her otherwise. usually, she’d have been fired on the spot for talking in such a manner— jimin might have even had a field day with making her run errands for him but mr.chan and his associates need an argument against the dancer’s case, promptly taking the assistant’s statement and running with it.

the blue haired dancer sits back in his seat with defeat as the group of fat heads before him smile and cheer as if they’ve just discovered wine. although hoseok chooses this time to interject, sensing jimin’s temper tantrum reaching its peak once again. “but we have a solution, don’t we mr.chan?” the manager cuts through their wheezing laughter in a way that would make you think he was the boss around here. “remember what we discussed?”

the old man nods suddenly, almost in fear as he gestures to the assistant to pass a file to jimin. honeybrown eyes narrow as the girl makes her way over with a brown file full of documents— a sense of nervousness emitting from her. the dancer knows it’s partly because everyone is scared shitless of him and his reputation, the other part is that he’s damn well attractive up close. jimin bites down on his lower lip, looking the girl up and down before he snatches the file from her and opens it up — revelling in the way she blushes with embarrassment.

“we’ve proposed that you start dance therapy with a world renowned physical therapist, min yoongi,” hoseok explains slowly, knowing that anything mr.chan says from now will surely set the dancer off. the aforementioned male grips the arms of his seat, knuckles turning white as he tries his best to suppress another outburst and listen to his manager. “he’s excellent at what he does, the best of the best— he’d be sure to get you back on track...”

jimin scoffs, staring daggers into the spot between mr.chan’s unbearably bushy eyebrows. if looks could kill, he’d be dead within an instant. “so you want me to join a beginners class? do i need to remind you of who the fuck i am?”

“no, you’ll have private sessions,” his manger says lowly, grabbing the younger’s attention. “we want him to motivate you, we’re not denying that you’re a phenomenal dancer jimin, you’ve just been heading in the wrong direction for a few years...”

all this new information causes a feeling of unease to reside within park jimin, the changes that are to come don’t sit well with him... but with hoseok’s words from a few days ago swirling and twirling with his thoughts like a waltz, jimin can only agree to their proposition. “so, what’s the catch?” he whispers now.

“they’ve got another client in south korea , we’re thinking of bringing them over too—“

“well then do it!” jimin stands, raising his voice, the conversation is too tedious and all he wants it out. he needs a drink or a smoke or something other than people telling him what he was or what he isn’t. running a hand through his navy locks, the dancer grabs the file and begins to head out, not caring about what’s left to he said. but before he has a chance to storm out, hoseok slips a piece of paper into his hand and lets him go with a saddening smile.

“it’s the name of the client,” he whispers.

and so with that, jimin strides out of the office, the company building— not even bothering to greet seokjin properly as he jumps back into their black van. his bodyguard promptly drives him home, knowing better than to question the silenced dancer, who unfolds the paper to reveal a name.

‘LN YN’.

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The Secrets We Hide

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Loki has a secret. A big secret. When Thor needs his help finding Odin, his secret may be exposed.

Authors’ Note: My very favourite reader of my Loki series, Lavender Blue, asked for some more Thor, and whilst thinking about it I got a little carried away

Also Y/N has a last name in this that might make sense if you get to the end oop

If you’re waiting for the next part of Lavender Blue I fucking SUCK at writing smut someone help me-

"Where are we going, brother?" Thor looked curiously at Loki.

He'd been to Britain a handful of times in his life.

The very first had been sometime during what would later become colloquially know as the dark ages, in the early sixth century, he was inclined to believe. Earth, he had found, was wholly unremarkable, if England was anything to go by.

It was on this occasion that he had learned of his brother's magical talents, travelling on horseback through the countryside. He'd stumbled onto a (Remarkably small, he noticed) kingdom, ruled over by a gentleman by the name of Arthur. The real shock, however, had come to him upon entering the banquet hall in his host's castle, only to find his younger brother - who was, needless to say, not pleased to see him - sat next to his host. The lengths he'd gone to disguise himself were commendable, and the beard he'd magicked up was impressive, but there was no mistaking the mischievous twinkle in the eyes of Loki of Asgard.

However, the England Thor found himself in now was a far cry from the country of his memory. Winchester, he had been informed, was where the bifrost had brought them, but the cobbled streets he was walking on were about as unfamiliar to him as unicorn land.

Loki, however, definitely knew where he was. He had clearly been here many times before.

He'd replied to his brother's questioning with a disparaging look, continuing to walk on. All Thor knew about where they were going is that it had something to do with where Loki had placed their father three years ago. As for his personal theories? His mind was drawing a blank.

Eventually, Loki came to a stop in front of a single house within a terrace. A tall, unremarkable house, by all means, built with honey-coloured sandstone, the paint on the windows flaking with age, several panes baring the circular marks of a pontil. Three tall steps led to the front door, and the view of the living room through large window next to it allowing some insight as to the nature of its inhabitant.

Through the hazy glass, Thor could see a remarkably cluttered, disorganised room. A large leather armchair sat in the corner of the room, worn from use and decorated by a patchwork quilt. A similar rug lay on the wooden floor, a tapestry of fabric scraps. Opposite the TV was a grey cord sofa, upon which a number of odd and brightly coloured socks were strewn.

It was fairly safe to assume, Thor reckoned, that the inhabitant of this house - who was currently upstairs, based on the light coming through the window - was not his father.

So what the hell were they doing here?

Loki's three short raps of the knocker elicited a response from the house's inhabitant. They could hear them scurrying down the stairs and towards the door, and fumbling with the lock before opening it.

The woman on the other side was not what he was expecting.

The arrival of your visitors had come as somewhat of a shock to you, that much was apparent from your face. The second thing Thor noticed, was that you clearly knew Loki.

Your hair, slightly damp from the shower, was pulled up on top of your head, secured by a scrunchie, the deep green shade of which complimented your eyes. You were dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a red woollen jumper, your feet bare save for a silver ring around the second toe on your left foot and chipped nail polish on your toenails.

The third thing Thor noticed about you, was that you were very pretty.

"Father?" His voice came out as a squeak.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his brother laughing.

"Your father I most certainly am not." Your right eyebrow quirked bemusedly, crossing your arms. "But this is a surprise."

"Sorry, I must've forgotten to mention it." Loki grinned at you. "Can we come in?"

You stepped aside, beckoning the brothers through the door and into your home. You shot Loki a pointed look as he entered, prompting him to roll his eyes and, begrudgingly, remove his shoes and place them neatly by the door. In the interest of remaining polite, Thor followed suit.

"I take it this is not a social visit?" You asked, leading them into your kitchen.

The kitchen, Thor noticed, was nice. Homely. Small, but still, homely. The stone floor was cool under his socked feet, although his left being slightly warmer than the right led him to suspect your floor was central-heated, and the aga opposite him would probably heat the entire house. The beams supporting the ceiling were low enough that he'd hit his head twice, although he had noticed Loki had ducked, his posture automatically slouched so as to avoid collision.

Loki had clearly spent a lot of time in this house, in this kitchen.

You hopped up onto the counter, crossing your legs at the knee.

"Perceptive as ever, I see." Loki chuckled. "Although, my manners seem to have momentarily lost me. Y/N, this is my brother, Thor. Thor, this is Y/N Hudson. She's.... She's a friend of mine."

Thor did not miss the curious glance you shot at his brother.

"As delighted as I am to see you, Loki," You rolled your eyes. "What do you want?"

"It would seem that my dear brother has managed to lose our father." Thor glared at the dark haired man.

"I would dearly love to know how exactly one goes about losing one's father." Your lips quirked into an amused smile.

"And you're the only living being on this dull little planet who's capable of finding him." Loki ignored your attempt at riling him, catching your gaze.

"I don't understand." Thor furrowed his brow. "What are you, a witch? Do you have some sort of tracking abilities?"

"No, she's just very intelligent." Loki corrected. "Would you give Y/N and I a moment alone, brother mine?"

Thor nodded gruffly, watching you hop off the counter and walk out of the kitchen, into the room he'd first seen through the window.

He did not miss how his brother bit his lip as he looked you up and down.

Your front room was Loki's favourite place on Midgard.

It might even be his favourite place in the nine realms.

It had quickly become his bolt-hole, his safe place. It was the first place he'd ever been shown true kindness, where you'd brought him after you found him in a back alley, dying and alone. It was where you'd laid him on the sofa, where he'd been tucked under a blanket for the first time, where he'd drunk his first ever cup of midgardian tea. It was where you'd allowed him, a complete stranger, to rest and heal.

It was where he'd returned to pester this annoying, intriguing little human being, a process within which he discovered you were possibly less annoying and entirely more intriguing than he'd initially assumed.

He trailed his fingers across the back of your sofa absent mindedly, staring at the rings on your coffee table. You had a habit of leaving half-drunk, cold cups of coffee on this table - hence, the rings - something that irked him to no end.

The long hairs on the cushion caught his eye, and he wondered where the furry little beast might be hiding. Your cat, Kenneth, did not like Loki, a sentiment he wholeheartedly reciprocated. If you weren't so fond of it, he would more than happily fling the little monster into some unreachable pocket of a distant dimension.

His eyes reached where you'd perched on the arm of your armchair, one leg stretched out in front of you. He allowed his gaze to lazily climb the length of your body, taking all of you in.

Gods, did he love your legs.

"I've missed you, darling." He grinned up at you.

"I've not seen you for two weeks, Loki." Your voice was slow, deliberate. "And you come to me now, because you need me?"

He bit his lip, you had him there. He never was quite sure how to gauge your emotions, never sure how you’d react. Everything you did was carefully considered.

Even after all this time with you, you were still something of an enigma to him. It was one of the things that had initially drawn him to you, one of the things that he loved about you.

"On the contrary, my sweet." His voice had dropped, so much so that he was almost purring. "I always need you."

"Don't you try to charm me, silvertongue." You raised one finger in front of you, pointing it at him; a warning.

"Is it working?" He raised one eyebrow at you as he spoke.

"I'll let you know." You grumbled.

A soft chuckle left his lips, crossing the distance between you in two strides, dropping to his knees before your outstretched legs. He glanced up at you inquisitively, a massive grin stretching across his face at your nod of confirmation.

Gently, he lifted his hands up so his fingertips pressed at your stomach, at the little gap of skin between the bottom of your jumper and the waistband of your jeans. His fingers slid gently under your jumper, taking the woolen garment with it until his palms were flat against your stomach.

"Hey, little one." He cooed. "I can't believe how tiny you are. I can barely see you."

You laughed quietly, bringing your hand down to rest on top of his much larger one. He kissed the soft skin of your slightly swollen belly, and the intimacy of the small gesture made your heart swell with love and affection for both him and the child growing inside you.

"I wonder if they'll be blue." You mused, running your fingers through the ends of his hair.

"Why, in the name of all things unholy," He looked up from his ministrations. "Would it be blue?"

"Because, you're, well, you know..." You waved your hands expressively. "Nevermind. I had a scan a few days ago, do you want to see?"

You fished in your back pocket, pulling out a small folded piece of paper.

Desperation was not something Thor was used to.

However, in that moment, it was exactly what he as feeling.

He'd crossed his legs, he'd shifted his weight from leg to leg uncomfortably. But however hard he tried, he just could not shift the feeling. He needed to go to the toilet, and he needed to go to the toilet badly.

As the age-old saying went, when you gotta go, you gotta go.

He'd uncomfortably wandered towards where he'd seen you and his brother wander off to.

What he was not expecting to see, was Loki knelt between your legs.

His hands flew up to his face, shielding his view. He'd seen this before, and it scarred him for life.

What even had he seen?

His brother, kneeling between the legs of a mortal woman. Your jeans, he noted, were entirely done up.

Loki was kissing your stomach, caressing it, a dark piece of paper clutched in his other hand.

"Your daddy loves you so, so much," His brother had whispered to your stomach. "But don't give your mummy too much grief, ok?"

Words escaped Thor.

This woman Loki had brought him to, was pregnant. With Loki's child.

He cleared his throat, startling both you and his brother. Loki scrambled to his feet, anxious about being caught in such an intimate moment with you.

"I needed the toilet." Thor's voice came out in a much higher pitch than his intention.

"On your left." Loki's voice was barely a croak, his voice hoarse.

"I'm okay," His voice came out in a more nervous way than he was expecting. "Congratulations are in order, I think?"

"Yes." Loki's voice was gruff, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Thank you, brother."

"Thank you, Thor." You smiled warmly at the god.

"Anyway," Loki was evidently in a hurry to change the subject. "Do you know where the Allfather is?"

"He's in Norway. That's all I know. He's hidden himself well." You rubbed your chin thoughtfully. "But I do know a man who might be able to tell you more."

Loki's lips curled into a satisfied grin.

Thor's state of confusion remained long after they left your house. He was, as the mortals would say, totally gobsmacked.

Unable to provide the location of Odin, you'd handed Loki a neatly folded piece of paper. As far as Thor knew, his brother had not yet opened it.

Loki had kissed you passionately before he left, an uncharacteristic display of affection and one that made Thor deeply uncomfortable. He'd cleared his throat in a pitiful attempt to stifle a laugh, met only by his brother's middle finger in his face.

Rude.

He glanced at his brother as they walked. He'd not said a word since they’d left, but his hair was mussed from your fingers and his cheeks flushed from your embrace.

“I’m shocked.” He mused. “A woman - an attractive woman - likes you.”

“Harsh.” Loki frowned. “And she didn’t, at first. Like me, that is.”

“Smart woman.” He chuckled, eliciting a punch from the taller of the two.

In his many, many years of existence, he would never have guessed that Loki would be the first of the two of them to become a dad. He never would’ve even imagined his brother as a father in his wildest dreams.

In all honesty, he had never imagined a woman taking Loki as her lover.

He shuddered at the mental image. Yeugh.

“Congratulations, I guess.” A sudden fondness overwhelmed him. “Dad.”

“They are everything to me.” Loki’s voice was clear, concise in a way he had never before heard from his mischievous brother - he was, after all, the God of Lies. “I would gladly give my life to save theirs. I’d give yours, for that matter.”

“Your sentiment is touching.” He grunted. “Anyway, where are we even going, brother?”

He turned to his suit-clad little brother, watching him withdraw the piece of folded paper from his pocket. He unfolded it carefully, revealing your delicate, printed writing.

S. Holmes

221B, Baker Street, London.

#loki x you #loki x reader #loki smut #loki laufeyson smut #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston x reader #loz writes loki

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doctor-peggy · 4 years ago

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In Which Marinette Takes Charge (Fanfiction, Marichat May 2021)

My entry for Marichat May 2021 (@marichatmay), day 2. Prompt: Ghibli AU

I wrote this late at night, in a rush to finish it on time so... if you see anything that looks like it could have been fixed if I was more awake, please do just let your eyes glide past it and onto the next part.

I did consider Howl’s Moving Castle or Spirited Away but I wanted to do something a bit different for this one. Porco Rosso isn’t my favourite Ghibli movie (see the end for a better list), but I thought it’d make for an interesting Marichat dynamic.

Also posted on Ao3

When Chat Noir got his upgraded plane back, he had not expected a beautiful lady to come with it. Especially not the beautiful lady who had designed the plane herself.

“I’m a wanted man,” he had tried to warn, looking to Tom Dupain for support, to no avail, “it’s too dangerous to come with me. And you’re so… young. You’ve got a whole entire life ahead of you!”

“Chat Noir, I promised I would build you an even better plane than what you had before, and I am going to see it through whether you like it or not,” she had insisted, “And besides, I don’t think I’m any younger than you are, cat-boy.”

Which, Chat had to admit, was a fair point.

So here they were, back at his hideout, Chat carrying their bags as Marinette rushed ahead and shucked off her shoes.

“Finally!” she sighed appreciatively, stretching, “I’d gotten all stiff sitting in that tiny space next to the engine for so long.”

“I thought you said your butt was small enough to fit or something?” Chat grinned.

Marinette huffed, whipping around to face Chat. “I said nothing of the sort!”

Chat chuckled, tossing her a smaller bag.

“So are you saying it wasn’t small enough?”

“You’re insufferable!” Marinette groaned, “And to be sure, I said my hips weren’t so wide that I’d be uncomfortable in there.”

She opened her mouth to say more, but stopped, narrowing her eyes and turning towards Chat’s tent just as Chat himself noticed that it looked—and smelled, even from this distance—a bit odd.

“Do you think—” Marinette started, but found herself surrounded by pirates before she could finish her question.

“Guess the rats snuck in while this cat was away, huh?” Chat sighed over the pirates’ calls of ‘we caught him’ and ‘boss, come take a look!’ and such.

As their leader (What was his name again? Cato? Caro? Capo, his brain finally provided) scrambled forward to grab Chat by the collar, one of the pirates in the back gave a startled shout.

“It’s a woman! The kid’s managed to get a woman with him!”

“Don’t touch her,” Chat growled defensively, even though he could see that she was unharmed.

“Shut up!” called Capo, letting go of Chat, “I haven’t even started talking yet! Who cares about the woman? Half the people of the world are women! Now, where was I?”

Chat smirked. “She’s not—”

“I’ll have you know, I’m not just any woman!” Marinette interjected.

“I was about to say that,” Chat muttered under his breath.

“I’m the engineer who designed his plane! And I did a damn good job of it if I say so myself!”

“It’s true,” Chat shrugged at the incredulous looks directed towards him.

“For real?” Marinette turned to him, eyes sparkling, “You liked it?”

“I try not to lie about planes if I can help it. And you lot, show some respect, she did the whole design for the plane herself, and she’s here to make sure I pay up.”

Capo let out a booming laugh.

“You’re in debt too, huh? Ha! Listen up! Break his plane to bits so all he’s left with is the de—”

“Now hold on for just a second!” Marinette said with such authority that even Chat Noir’s jaw snapped shut, “You’re telling me you’re going to break my plane?”

“Well technically it’s my plane?” Chat tried weakly.

“Are you saying you’re going to destroy such a beautiful thing without a second thought?”

“Well… you see,” one of the pirates tried to explain, “it’s sort of complicated and—”

“So you are going to break it! And you call yourself flying boat pilots? Out of my way.”

Chat Noir watched in awe as she marched up to the leader of the pirates.

“All my life I heard stories about flying boat pilots, about how they were the bravest of all seafarers and the most respectable of pilots—that the sea and the sky washed their hearts clean!”

A cheer rose up from the pirates. Capo beamed. “You don’t have to tell me, I already—”

“I thought flying boat pilots flew not for money or for fame, but for honour. Was I wrong?”

“Err, no. Alright we won’t break your plane but—”

“But what? You’ll fight Chat Noir after backing him into a corner in his own home? Have you no shame? You want to hire foreigners to fight your battles and then you want to ambush your enemies without warning? How do you even face your own mothers? How long has it been since any of you even took a bath? I can’t believe you call yourself pilots.”

“Ouch,” Chat Noir winced, even though he wasn’t the one being told off. The pirates muttered amongst themselves, looking properly remorseful, and in the chatter, a laugh from somewhere high off the ground echoed across the walls of Chat’s cave.

“Why?” Chat groaned as his eyes focused on the American pilot perched high between the sides of two cliffs, “And how did you even find a way in from there?”

“Is that Curtis?” Marinette asked as the man in question jumped down onto the sand, throwing in a flip and everything as he did.

“Sure wish it wasn’t,” Chat sighed.

“I expect you want a rematch?” Curtis gloated, “Although I’ve already won once, and I—”

“What are you terms?” Marinette cut in.

“What?”

“Your terms. You can skip the all the posturing and such. Let’s get to it. What do you want?”

Curtis blinked, struck dumb. Chat snorted.

“You’re beautiful,” Curtis breathed after a moment, reaching forward to take Marinette’s hands, “if I win, will you marry me?”

Chat let out a low, threatening hiss, but Marinette yanked her own hands away before Chat had the chance to jump in.

“Gross,” she rolled her eyes, reaching for something in her back pocket, “but I guess it’ll have to do. If Chat Noir wins you’ll have to pay his bills then.”

She tossed the bound stack of papers to Curtis.

“Marinette—" Chat tried to argue.

“Don’t worry, my Chaton, I’m sure you’ll win.”

“Miss Marinette, you won’t be able to reconsider after this,” Capo warned.

“Neither will he,” Marinette shrugged.

“These bills…” Curtis frowned

“What, are you saying I’m not worth even that much?”

“N-no! Of course you’re worth all this. You’re worth more!”

“Well then get out of here and prepare for the fight like you mean it!” Marinette ordered. Chat could only gape wordlessly as she herded the Curtis and the pirates up the cliffs, caught between admiration and panic.

“What have you done?” Chat groaned once the intruders were all gone.

“What have I done, indeed?” Marinette cried, burying her face in her hands. "I wasn’t thinking! Oh god, if you lose, I’ll have to marry that guy!”

“I’m sure I’ll win with the plane you built me,” Chat tried to reassure, caught off guard by her sudden panic.

“And then I’ll have to move to America and give up on my dreams of designing all those planes and having a hamster and—"

“Marinette!”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

“Oh. Well, I do trust you. You won’t let me get married to him, will you?”

“Pretty sure your father will have my neck if I do.”

“I’m pretty sure my father would like me to get married to you at some point.”

Chat grimaced. “Don’t know about that one... but well played Marinette. I’d never let a lady down, at least.”

“Flirt,” Marinette rolled her eyes. She slipped off her jacket, pants and shirt, and Chat tried not to squeak as he turned away as quickly as he could. “I’m going in for a swim!”

And with that, she dashed into the cove.

Chat sighed, readjusting his grip on the bags and turning towards the tent before stopping abruptly at a yelp from Marinette.

“What?” He cried, dropping the bags and stumbling back towards the water, “What’s wrong?”

“We could have padded the bills!” she shouted back, “Oh god, how silly of me to not have realised!”

“Oh” Chat melted in relief, laughing airily, “you’re a shrewd one, Miss Dupain-Cheng!”

“Not shrewd enough!”

And Chat just laughed some more, because Marinette Dupain-Cheng was really something.

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For the first few minutes after slipping into her sleeping bag, Marinette drifted in and out of consciousness. A whisper of a breeze licked at her cheeks, and she opened her eyes, feeling as though she was floating. Her pupils contracted in the moonlight, adjusting to see Chat Noir’s hands picking up bullets to inspect them. Her gaze wandered up to his face, and her breath caught on the gentle ocean breeze. She could see him clearly, cheekbones sharp and eyes soft, no mask, no cat ears, no slit pupils. His hair, not straw-coloured but golden, all but glowed.

“Chat…” she called out, but as he turned, his mask came back into focus, and his eyes once again turned catlike.

“What is it? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No it’s just… you looked…”

“I looked?”

She shook her head.

“I must be seeing things. I’m really tired.”

“You should sleep, Marinette. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

“Who were you, Chat Noir? Before you were cursed?”

Chat hummed, leaning back on his chair.

“I’ll tell you… but not now. I bet you’re curious, aren’t you?” He teased, “Go to sleep, Miss Dupain-Cheng, worry doesn’t suit your beautiful face. Especially not worry about a stray cat-boy like me.”

“Flirt.”

“Only with you.”

“Goodnight, Chat Noir.”

“Goodnight Marinette.”

Was this really long? Yes. Am I sorry? Also yes. I spent too much of my sleeping time writing this T^T but hopefully it was at least somewhat fun to read. There were a lot of things I wanted to do a bit better with this one, and it doesn’t have nearly as much Marichat as I would have liked... but honestly I’m just glad I managed to finish it.

Like I said in the beginning, Porco Rosso is kind of low on my list of Ghibli movies, though I still enjoyed it quite a bit. I do have a favourite one, though I won’t reveal what it is (let it be the third mystery of this blog or something), but if you have only watched a few Ghibli movies, then allow me to propose that instead of just watching all the more popular ones, you give the slightly less popular ones a try. Honestly, Laputa, Castle in the Sky is just as good as any of the usually referenced classics like Totoro and Howl’s Moving Castle and Spirited Away, and while Whisper of the Heart isn’t a Miyazaki film, it has something special that the other movies don’t, and if you skipped it because it wasn’t as popular and also wasn’t by Miyazaki or Takahata, give it a try.

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years ago

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When The Lights Go Out - Director Keller x Reader (Captain Marvel)

Gif credit @crawlingmist 🙏💙 for sending me this one in particular for this fic, bless you ❤️

@wltz-bby @happyskywhale

Author’s Note: 🤷‍♀️ So, Keller has actually nicked music from himself because this is the song that I was going to use for his first time with his space girl. ALAS! I turned the tables and still thought the song was perfect. It’s just clearly the Keller smut song. And here we are-!

All this is just conversations with @mandy23b - spending a little too much time focusing on his belt buckle and tie... and it just escalated... and this was born! I decided “Shoot! I gotta write this!” and then the amazing Joss (@Crawlingmist) told me “Oh, I was going to GIF him on the floor but-” And I insisted “But nothing - I will beg you for it!”

When The Lights Go Out - Jason Aldean It’s a real mood setter don’t you dare skip it!

Disclaimer: Captain Marvel characters not mine / GIF was a gift and a blessing and I can’t stop staring at it / lyrics not mine seriously listen to the damn song!

Premise: It’s not often that Director Keller lets you turn the tables on him, so when he does, you have to take every advantage of it...

Words: 6220

Warnings: Sinday/Sunday Smut / swearing / Sub-Dom tones (Dom!Reader)

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I gotta get to you baby, I gotta get to you now Without you I'm going crazy, without you girl I'm going wild The only thing that I wanna do is fall into you

Baby, when the lights go out I wanna hear that want you sound On your lips when I lay you down (down down down) I wanna love you 'til there's nothing left All night until the sky turns red Do everything that we ain't done yet But we been thinkin' about Baby, when the lights go out Baby, when the lights go out

A day can feel like forever, baby when you're not around Yeah, when we ain't together, you're all I dream about I'm turning corners I'm driving, over to your house

The only thing that I wanna do, is fall into you

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Your breaths were short and shaky, sweat danced on your skin, your bodies were close and yet you needed him closer. Being one with him wasn’t enough. It was never enough. He trembled beneath you, nails digging into your hips, heartbeat erratic but sighs blissful. A mess. You’d made him a vulnerable mess. You dipped to kiss him again, and this time he moaned gently against your lips – nails scrapping your skin. Those little red marks they would surely leave making you smirk. To see the S.H.I.E.L.D Director pinned under you and completely at your mercy was a rare event. One you weren’t about to waste in a hurry. But he’d been begging you for hours, and now you were ready for him. “Tell me darling…” You whispered gently, “Tell me what you want.” Keller’s body shook again; this time at merely the sound of your voice. Your teasing only making him worse. “You…” the voice was almost a whimper, “You… Y/N… Please…” You took his hands in yours, moving them up over your form as you aligned yourself with him, allowing your body to slowly sink onto him. Keller’s body immediately arched up into yours in reaction, and those nails came back with a vengeance – making you hiss softly. “S-Sorry…” You shook your head, rolling your hips over his, just to let him know who was in charge – and listening to the gorgeous way his breath hitched. “Now, now, Director, don’t apologise just yet.” You laced your hands with his, kissing his fingertips; “Let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours.” He opened them slowly, that pretty blue burning more intense than you’d ever seen it, a nice accompaniment to the hard blush across his cheeks. As Keller traced his eyes down your body he swallowed hard, and try as he might, you could still hear that groan rise in his chest. “Baby…” You breathed, resting his hands back on your hips – he could guide you, but not control you. That was as much as you’d be giving him tonight. “You may begin.” *** You would be lying if you said you didn’t see this coming. That this man hadn’t brought this upon himself. Keller was not a selfish lover; he wasn’t a dominant one either. He was a good man, in every sense of the word. Whatever he had to do in the line of ‘duty’ was not something Keller ever allowed to define himself. You’d known for a long time that although you were dating a man that could be firm, and very nearly ruthless if he had to be, Keller was a sweetheart. There was simply no other word. With all this in mind, he was still very much a traditionalist. Keller was in control of the relationship because that’s how things were. He was older than you, and he was a Southern Gentlemen. So you would expect nothing less. But sometimes Keller would let you be in control. Sometimes he wanted you to be in control. He’d never say it – maybe a little too proud for that – but he gave off far too many signals. Sitting picture perfect in his office in your favourite suit, when he’d spent so much effort this morning getting ready, and asking you to pick out a tie for him – was one of these. Keller would ask you to pick out ties often this was true, but this morning it was: “Y/N, how do I look?” “Y/N, what about this one?” “Y/N, would you help me with this?” Part of you didn’t see the point in him asking you to knot his tie if he was only going to beg you to take it off him later. But you played the game, because he was requesting your attention, and you would dutifully give it. You’d spent a lot of time un-subtly flirting with him today – and he got continuously hot under the collar. Aiding your confidence was only going to help him get what he wanted most, after all. But now the work day was done, and he was sitting in his home office finishing up. He looked beyond gorgeous; you’d have to give him that. It was a shame that you’d be spending so much time messing that suit up. You gave him just enough time to sort his filing before you entered, barely even bothering to knock. “Jonathan.” You leant against the door frame, very nearly nonchalantly, and he knew what was coming from the way he swallowed and looked up to you. “Yes?” “Don’t you think you’ve been working long enough..?” Now was time to spend all your attention on him, and you wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. “Well, I’m not sure a Director’s job is ever done!” Keller studied you carefully as you walked across the room to him, pushing his chair out from his desk. Those blue eyes very nearly innocent. “I disagree. I think now is a very good time for your job to be done.” He barely gave the paper on his desk a second glance as he threw his pen down and stood, “And, as my partner, you’re probably right.” “Good boy.” You knew by now that it was never too early to start. As soon as you had his agreement in the direction of the evening, why not initiate the shiver inducing pleasure? You watched Keller’s eyes widen a little, in surprise that you would consider beginning such a phrase this early – then the shake that subtly ran his spine, as you expected. He looked back to you, blinking slow, but you weren’t even going to give him the opportunity to answer you back. Running your eyes down his suit again you couldn’t help but bite your lip. If one thing was for sure, you were about to take your sweet time. You wanted him aching for you, down on his hands and knees begging for you �� nothing less would do. And your smirk told him as such. You ran your hands up his body from his stomach to his chest, sliding them underneath his jacket to push it from his shoulders. At the pressure of your fingertips Keller tensed, breathing already deep – you could hear that yourself, but the rise and fall of his chest certainly helped affirm it. Keller was too focused on you, on what he wanted you to do to him. His jacket slipped down his arms and pooled to the floor – but his eyes remained focused on you. You let your eyes sweep him again, shaking your head, “Damn, why do you look so good?” “I try my hardest,” His voice was quiet as your fingertips traced him again, “especially for you.” You grinned, “Mmhm…” it was the right answer, and you traced all the way to his belt buckle. You wondered if it was that big on purpose. Large and square, in polished silver, it was in stark contrast against his dark suit; you couldn’t miss it even if you’d wanted to. Instead of undoing his belt – you latched your fingers around it, pulling him to you. “I hope you’re ready for this, Director.” Instead of even telling you yes, Keller merely nodded, submitted to what he knew his evening would entail as you continued to pull him with you, walking backwards in confidently large steps towards your bedroom. He followed you obediently, keeping his hands to himself. This was all about your hands on him. Both of you already knew that. This man wasn’t just a top S.H.I.E.L.D Agent, he was the top S.H.I.E.L.D agent. You were well aware he could take control at any moment; he could tell you no or pin you against the wall – or do just about anything else. Hell, this man could kill you – kind and gentle though he was. The power behind his submissiveness wasn’t to be underestimated, just as the control he’d allow you every so often wasn’t to be abused. Jonathan Richard Keller would only be this vulnerable with you, he was only willing to do this with you – because the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D trusted you more than anything or anyone else. Tomorrow you’ll both have got what you wanted and your sweet Southern Gentleman would stare at you over breakfast like he’d never seen anything so beautiful. Then spend the rest of the day ordering you around at work. Tonight, the ordering was yours to do – and he didn’t want you to waste one second of it. With the bedroom door closed and his hips against yours, you ran back up his chest again, to the top button of his waist coat. Your voice was slow and smooth, just the right side of a sexy whisper, and you’d hold it at that tone for the majority of the evening: “There’s just something so sexy about a man in a three-piece suit…” You undid the top button and leant up – lips ghosting his skin. Keller trembled at the almost contact, swallowing hard. You trailed down his neck in a series of barely there kisses. “Talk about so hot you’re hurting my feelings…” “Y/N-” You only undid the second button at the tone of his voice, sinful delight in your ear at the gentle shake he was aiming to keep out of it. “That’s it, just like that.” You moved your hips against his, and he gasped – short, as if it was a sound Keller didn’t want to let out. There was movement in his arms and his fingertips twitched as he tipped his head back, inviting further kisses. “Director, you know that touching me will only make me go slower, don’t you?” “Yes,” Keller sighed again, restrained, “I’m sorry.” Three down. “Good boy.” “Mmm.” That was a different kind of vocalisation, and this time his hips jerked into yours. With how good that felt to you, you weren’t about to punish him for it. “Careful, Director.” Your voice was sugar sweet as you finished with his waistcoat – this time grazing those almost kisses along his jawline. Not satisfied with his head being tipped in a way that meant you couldn’t see the blush you knew would be covering Keller’s face by now, you yanked him back to you by his tie. Keller wasn’t expecting the movement, and the tug was sharp, causing him to steady himself against your body. You looked at both his hands before meeting his eyes, blush across his face more than obvious, now bleeding into his neck; “Director.” “Y-You can’t be serious!” “Oh, darlin’,” you tsk’d, “rules are rules.” You pulled the knot of his tie to loosen it, but didn’t remove it, grinding yourself up between his thighs a little harder this time. “Y-Y/N! P-Please-!” Keller was more than likely asking you to stop; he’d got himself into this. “Oh no, baby boy…” You were working through his shirt buttons now, keeping your eye on his, now your teasing kisses refused to connect with his lips. So close and yet so far. “…you’re going to wait for me, do you understand?” “Yes.” “Good. You will only get what you want when I’m good and ready to give it.” As you worked his remaining buttons undone you took your sweet teasing time. Every so often you would let your fingertips or your nails graze against his bare skin. And that contact was driving him crazy. You had to stop yourself from giving him too much just to hear him moan like that again. “God, baby, you sound so beautiful.” You winked, smile and tone encouraging, “Let me hear you.” You didn’t need to ask now; Keller was working himself up as much as you’d already been doing. And you hadn’t even properly undressed him yet. You had barely even started with him, and you hoped he realised that. Or Keller was in for one hell of a wicked ride. Buttons run though and tie slacked you could feel the beat of his heart as you ran your hands over his skin; fingers splayed to give him as much skin to skin contact as he deserved. Keller wanted more than anything else in the world to pull you in and kiss you; all he wanted was your lips on his. Overpowering you would be easy - too easy, but that had never been the aim here. And he refused to call this a game. This wasn’t anything more than one part of your relationship. You deserved this, every bit as much as he wanted this. You hooked your fingers around his tie and pulled his body back to yours, arching into the curve of his. Whilst he wasn’t getting skin to skin contact yet, the feel of you pressed against him was enough to get him begging. With your lips inches from his you still weren’t affording him real kisses. And now, looking into your eyes, that was all Keller wanted. “Y/N… Please, please…” “Please what?” You teased, keeping him in place by his tie, but still teasingly running your fingers over his skin, “What is it darling?” “Kiss me, please!” “Oh, sweet thing,” You purred, with one short chaste kiss, “is that what you want?” Keller’s lips parted, but it took him a second, “…Y/N.” His voice was so close to a whine, so close, and you were ready to celebrate that, “Please.” You couldn’t help your teasing smile, but instead of kissing his lips you opted to plant them on his cheeks, his jawline, his temples and forehead. His eyes fluttered closed, but you knew it wasn’t even close to enough for him. He looked so desperate – but to keep that look on Keller’s face your only option was teasing him. When his eyes opened again you realised that there wasn’t anything in his body language that wasn’t begging you for this. “Please.” Keller took a breath, “Kiss me.” You unfurled his tie expertly with a swift pull and smirked gently, running your hands up his chest to push his shirt further back off his chest and with enough pressure to feel him tense under you, the erratic beat of his heart, and scraped your nails over his skin. His body gave a delightful shake and his eyes closed again; not for lack of trying. Probably just for focus. “Seen as you asked so nicely, Director.” This time you yanked him to your lips by his collar, hands through his hair as you pulled him flush to you. Keller’s hands stayed loose by his sides obediently but you knew he was itching to wind them around you. Even though you were still in charge, you allowed him to kiss you exactly how he wanted, and you opened your mouth invitingly for him. This was just a taste – and he didn’t know it yet, but it was still a tease. Your hands left his bare skin and you retracted that belt buckle, this time pushing the leather through the silver, knowing his sigh against your lips was just for the sound of the metal ringing through as it let go of the fastenings. His body shivered again as it rang clear; and yet, just like his clothing, you didn’t completely relieve him of it. Keller was having other problems of his own, however; you could feel him growing hard against you, even though every sound he made was an attempt to control that. You wanted to tell him not to – but you were sure in the end that would make things worse. Pulling back from him and away from the kiss he whined; exhale breathless as you ran your hands through his hair again. You were pretty sure Keller wasn’t about to turn a natural colour for at least the next few hours. “You look so good when you’re flustered,” You purred; and this time your hands teasingly ghosted his skin, “fuck, baby, you sound incredible when you whine like that.” Keller wasn’t impressed – and the blush across his cheeks this time was more annoyed embarrassment that he was letting you do this to him. Truth was, he still enjoyed it, and it wasn’t going outside of this room – let alone this house. This secret was your own; and it was an incredible one to keep. He expected you to grab him into another fiery kiss, grabbing fistfuls of his clothing before undressing him, maybe you’d keep kissing him then, push him back onto the bed – grind him slowly whilst you undressed yourself. Yes, that’d feel so good. Then, and only then, you’d let him touch you. But he’d more than make up for what you’d put him through. Instead of living out Keller’s fantasy the way it usually played out, this time you stepped back from him. His eyebrow raised in the confusion of something he didn’t expect and you held his gaze. You blinked slowly, and only once, before in dead seriousness you spoke. “Get on your knees.” Keller stood in silence for a moment like it hadn’t computed, making you reach out for him, caressing his cheek gently before holding his chin between your thumb and index finger – voice more commanding as you forced him into looking at you. "Get down on your knees like a good boy." He didn’t hesitate. Even though he was far from understanding of why you would ask such a thing his tall frame sank slowly down to the floor. Watching him look up at you like that was enough to drive you feral; the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the look he was giving you was more than just vulnerable. Like he was perhaps even a little afraid of what you might do to him whilst he was here. Keller had no advantage anymore – you’d just taken his height from him too. But the Director’s eyes were pleading with you to put him out of his misery - if only he knew it was about to get a lot worse before it got better. Thinking that he might actually obey you and sit still, you took further steps back from him, hands running to the buttons of your own shirt, you’d barely undone the first one before his eyes widened. Your Director couldn’t help himself; he was aching for you and you were about to deny him everything and be out of his reach?! Keller’s impulses had him ignoring everything you’d said and his hand shot out; “No!” You dropped your hands and regarded him with a shake of your head, and a tsk. “Now, now, Director, that’s not how a good boy behaves.” “I-!” “Hush, baby.” He dropped back, sitting back on his heels, hands resting on his thighs – although you could tell he was reigning in all his self-control by the white in his knuckles - at least Keller looked a little apologetic. You still weren’t about to let him get away with it; and your steely gaze let him know as such. “Hands and knees.” “Y/N-!” “One more word from you and I’ll have you turn around.” His entire face screamed protest at how unfair this was, and for half a second you thought he could well be capable of crying in frustration. But it didn’t happen. “Jonathan.” It was that use of his first name that made him submissive. Hands sliding down his suit pants to touch the floor, Keller’s head bent forwards. This time when you used the words good boy you watched the shudder of delight draw its way up its spine, and he couldn’t hold back his vocalisation. You ran your hands back to your shirt buttons and undid them as slowly as you had his own. Keller kept his eyes glued to the floor, and you wondered how much more agony this would be if the first thing you’d relieved him of would have been his glasses. His eyes didn’t wander – and he kept them almost too respectfully to the floor; you wondered if he thought you might punish him further if they did – but you were hardly going to be the one to deny that you wanted Keller’s eyes on you, even if he couldn’t touch you. It was the unzipping of your pants that got him, the sound made him squirm – eyes squeezing tightly shut again, you didn’t miss the rock of his hips as you shimmied out of your pants. This was as much agony for you, even if it was in a completely different way. You couldn’t wait for his hands to be all over you, Keller was sweet and gentle sure, but he knew exactly what he was doing – and damn if he wasn’t in tune with your body. Just thinking about that had you a little hot and bothered yourself. But you cooled down with a calm exhale. And you had nothing on the man on his knees, shaking in front of you. “Baby,” Your voice hit him like a sugar rush, “look at me.” His shoulders heaved and you almost thought that he’d ruin the fun by refusing. But Keller couldn’t - no matter that he knew that you would not allow him to touch you. Those gorgeous blue eyes raised to you as he pushed himself back up to kneeling. It took effort, and he was breathing a little too heavily. “Don’t worry, darling, if you’re a good boy I’ll be all yours soon enough.” “Mmm…” You weren’t sure that was an agreement. But you pulled your shirt from your shoulders to pool with your pants. Moving to stand in a way that perfectly flaunted your body as you pushed your bra straps from your shoulders, your occasional glances back to his eyes were both fleeting and teasing. Keller’s were – unsurprisingly – glued to your body. You bit your lip hard as you reached back and watched the way he swallowed hard at the snap. But you waited, just long enough for his eyes to desperately flick back to yours before you let that fall too. Giving him enough time to become even more painfully turned on by having to kneel on the other side of the bedroom to watch you do this. You were nearly surprised that his vocalisations didn’t sound as pained as Keller looked. You were sure it would happen before this night was through. You hooked your fingers underneath your panties and waited again. Keller’s body tensed, fingers digging into his legs as he leant forward – you were sure his reactions at this point were all involuntary. You pushed them slowly down over your hips before you stopped. A little but not nearly enough. This time when he whined it did sound desperate; and the tremble made itself known in his voice. “Y-Y/N…” In fact now you didn’t think desperate was a fair word. That man was going to hurt himself – and it was going to start with making his lip bleed if Keller bit it any harder. “Baby,” You very nearly whispered it, voice soft and yet still sinful, “you’re being an awful good boy,” Keller didn’t even dare nod, but even his breathing was uneven. The Director was losing control. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He did nod this time, but he wasn’t meeting your eyes, his own vision downcast. “Good boy…” You smirked, beckoning, “Come here, it seems I need a little assistance.” Keller moved across the bedroom floor surprisingly gracefully but kept his body low, as on his knees as it was possible to be, until he was at your feet. He swallowed so hard it was audible, and as he raised his hands to touch your skin they visibly shook. Poor, sweet, baby boy… You very nearly pitied him, but if you showed that he’d immediately take as much control as he could from you. You weren’t about to allow that. He ran his hands from your calves up your thighs, fingers apart to touch as much of you as possible – the gentle pressure he applied as his brushed them over your skin allowed Keller a map of your structure. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew your body off by heart, but committing you to his memory wasn’t good enough for the Director. You had to be a part of his soul too. He was delicate; as if getting to be this close to you – let alone touch you – was the highest honour. His hands paused just over where you’d left your underwear; framing your hips and he stilled – this was as much about your pleasure as his, after all, and Keller knew that an agonizingly slow pace would drive you wild. His fingertips exerted further pressure as he began dragging them back down your legs, catching the soft fabric he slid them down with relative ease. Keller was trying not to make noises this time, but you could feel how sporadic his hot breaths against your skin were and you smirked again, watching him pulled them all the way to the floor. Where he once again kept his eyes. You reached out, running your hand through his hair you caught his groan, before you grasped his chin between your thumb and forefinger and forced him to look back into your eyes. His intake of breath was sharp and he once again steadied himself. “You’re such a good boy,” You ran your thumb delicately over his lips and they parted for you, “prove it to me… beg for me.” His eyes flashed dark, and he knelt up, extending his height before placing his hands on your hips again, thumbs grazing your stomach. Keller’s gaze was locked with yours, and it didn’t leave. “Please, baby, please, let me touch you… You know I would do anything for you.” You ran your hand back to his hair, “Anything?” “Anything.” He affirmed, and there was something in his voice the touched your heart. This exchange had nothing to do with the situation you found yourselves in. You let him go, and Keller bit his lip once more; eager to please, but willing to wait for your go ahead. You gave him a wink, before you began smirking, “Touch me, Director, but do exactly as I say…” Keller gave a nod, and unironically thanked you. Because of the height Keller had placed himself at you knew that touching you wasn’t the only thing he was going to do. You’d permit him to do what he wanted – why shouldn’t you allow yourself such a pleasure? His kisses grazed your hips and your stomach, slow and gentle Keller worshiped your body. You ran you fingers back into his hair, and the scrape of your nails against his scalp was enough to have him sighing against your skin, shiver once again visible. As his kisses began to run lower his hands slipped from your hips to join them; your pull on his hair was simply a warning - not too fast, or I’ll stop you. Keller’s eyes raised back to yours before he pressed his lips to your skin one last time, fingers sliding tentatively into your folds he tested you. But he was the one out of the two of your groaning – you bit your lip if only to stop yourself from smirking so hard. Giving you pleasure gave him pleasure, and yet both of you were getting off on you being in control. His fingertips brushed your clit, and then you did sigh; “Good boy. Right there.” Although he didn’t leave them there very long, running them back Keller teased your entrance and as he did so, brought his tongue into play. You weren’t about to deny yourself the shudder of pleasure, or him the knowledge that what he was doing felt incredible as your nails dug into him; “Oh… Oh… that’s my good boy… yes, baby, just like that…” The tip of Keller’s tongue teased your clit in slow circles, enough for you to push your hips forward, craving more attention. Your hand rested on his shoulder, but your grip on him said you were still very much dominant. His fingers remained idle, and by now you were craving him. “Baby, give me more! And don’t you dare stop.” As he pushed his fingers slowly into you, your body responded immediately, muscles tightening around him. Keller very nearly lost it – his vocalised whine was really something else and it was enough to make you gasp. Was he about to cry over this? It certainly sounded like it. “Hush…” was as much comfort as you offered him, before groaning again as he moved his fingers slowly within you, “Yes baby…! More…!” Keller wasn’t sure what more he could possibly offer you, the taste of you was driving him insane. His body was doing all his screaming for him and if he was completely honest with himself, he just wanted you to grab him and fuck him in whatever way you deemed necessary (and it would certainly be you doing such a thing, he knew his place tonight). He wanted to beg you to do that, he wanted to beg to be inside you, and his pleasure and frustration all came out in the form of tears. Keller got reckless and emotional. Pulling his fingers from you – with a sharp gasp from you at the loss of him - Keller pushed your thighs wider, tongue moving to taste as much of you as he could. Fuck! He just felt so good – and you let him have his moment of complete abandon for that reason alone. But he wasn’t playing by the rules, and that meant teaching him another lesson. No matter how much your body wanted him. You yanked him roughly back by his tie – still strategically around his neck – and held him there. You weren’t sure that you could describe the look on his face as anything other than feral; changing very quickly to surprised. “What did I say?” “Y/N!” His exclamation of your name was painful – and suddenly you realised that there really were tears glistening on his cheeks, “Please! Baby, I’m begging you…! I need you so bad… I just need you so bad-! Please, do whatever you want with me, I-” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence as you pulled him to standing, but Keller was pretty incapable and staggered, supported only by your body as you kissed him – rough and merciless as his tie and waistcoat hit the floor, followed by his shirt and belt, you pulled his hips to yours as you ran through his button and zipper, but you did not let his lips leave yours. As his pants hit the floor you shoved him hard and Keller hit the sheets, breathless. Even more so as you clambered onto him to remove the final item. This was slower and move delicate, taking Keller’s glasses from his face you folded them and placed them on his bedside table, leaning in to kiss him a little gentler. “I love you, you know that, right?” His face was flushed once more, immediately submissive to whatever you would do you him next, as you straightened holding him underneath you. “Y-Yes, I know…” “Good boy.” You rolled your hips over his and his body immediately lurched in response, arching up to touch yours, his cry of pure ecstasy music to your ears. You smirked again, weight covering him to push him further into the bed, but dipped to continue your fiery trail of kisses; “Such a good boy…” *** His first movement was slow, but about all Keller could take, given the choked cry he let out. You placed your hands over his and rolled your hips again; “It’s okay, baby I’m here.” You continued your motions as his grip on you became stronger, “That’s it, good boy.” And Keller eventually held you to a nice rhythm that he responded to. “Y/N-” His body shuddered again, you tilted your head, “Say it, baby say it.” “Please, please I want more….” “You what? You want more?” “Just this once,” His breaths were shaky and his voice wavered enough for only half the words to be properly spoken, “let me say it… please!” You ground your hips into him harder and Keller elicited something between a groan and a growl, tipping his head back. Usually want would be followed up with a tease that want was not the word you wanted to hear… ‘want’ would get him nowhere, except stalling what Keller was desperate for. Tonight he was losing control and if you stopped, he might not want you to continue. So you only continued to get rougher – and each time you did you buried him a little deeper inside of you, until he was hitting your sweet spot. “OH… baby…” This time you allowed yourself to truly vocalise your pleasure, “You feel so good.” “Mhm-!” That nod wasn’t in agreement, but solidarity. You did too – but your significant other was finding words a little difficult right now. The dig of his fingers into your skin likely to leave bruises – yet you couldn’t help but think about how good Keller’s hands felt on your either. You could feel every twitch and vibration of his body as you rode him and you were enjoying every second. If you could somehow make this last all night, that probably wouldn’t even have been enough. “Baby-!” Your breathing was aligned with his; the same panting – maybe not as heavy – your grind a little rougher this time had him reaching the very deepest part of you and your intake of breath was sharp; “Do you know what a good boy you are?” you panted again, “You deserve a reward, you deserve the biggest reward.” Keller only stared up at you obediently – all things considered he would think this was his reward. So whatever you were going to say would only be a bonus. “Cum for me, baby please… I need you to.” His lips parted again – and the Oh of realisation was lost in the OH! of intense pleasure as you managed to find another notch to push yourselves into. Keller’s vision was blurring and all he was aware of was blinding white light, the way you felt, and your voice. The searing heat that suddenly came to him was intense. “Y/N-!” “Yes-! Yes, that’s my good boy. That’s it-! OH-!!” His body arched and his hands pulled your body into his, needing desperately to feel all of you all over him. That skin to skin contact finally pushed him completely over the edge and you rode him out over his climax. Keller’s panting - everything from his breathing to his voice - sharp and he squeezed his eyes shut tight as he let you climax with a beautiful call of his name. He shook gently again as your heat mixed with his and your body trembled against his. You knew exactly what he needed right now, but you would leave him hanging for just a little while longer; you removed your body from his gently so as not to hurt him, but still sat across his hips, placing your hands over his chest to feel the beat of his heart. Keller placed his hands over yours, smile soft, blue eyes holding galaxies. “I love you.” You said it again, “Baby, did you enjoy that?” Keller nodded, and you loved how high his voice sounded, “Yeah…” “Yeah?” Your voice was soft, and you kissed his forehead gently, “Good boy.” It'd wear off, and by tomorrow morning your significant other would be your boss again, by this time next week he’d have probably put you back in your place because make no mistake, Keller was still the boss. Even if he was gentle and vanilla 90% of the time you weren’t doing this with him. You stretched your body out over his and drew him into your arms, kissing his cheek, nose and brow, before settling on the taste of his lips. You would hold him until he calmed down, until he asked you not to. But Keller wouldn’t, and you already knew that before his arms wound around you. “I love you too.” “Hmm?” “I love you… too…” His body shivered slightly in aftershocks, causing him to moan softly again before he yawned and settled his body into yours. You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled to yourself, “I heard you the first time,” then you grinned, “I just wanted to hear you say it twice.” He chuckled, closing his eyes, “Why, are there two of you I should be saying it to?” “Hmmm… maybe one day. We’re not ready for that conversation yet.” Though perhaps it was an exciting thought. “Oh.” His realisation was a little out, but you’d let Keller off considering what you’d just put him through. “…Yeah. A good conversation, for another time.” You kissed him once more, “Keller?” “Yes?” “Thank you.” His eyes opened slowly, and his eyebrow raised, “The pleasure is all mine. And, you’re the one looking after me.” “I know. But, you should know that I’m grateful for such opportunities.” “Silly girl…” He chuckled, pulling your body closer and running a hand through your hair, “Of course I do.” “I would do anything for you too.” “Shhh…” Although he smiled as he kissed your skin, “Now that’s just dangerous information.”

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Indivisible: Part 4

Poe Dameron x reader? Finn x reader? Finn x Poe?

Summary: Finn is your wonderful boyfriend, and Poe is your wonderful best friend. But when Poe begins to look at you differently, you wonder if there’s another way to arrange the pieces of your heart to make it whole.

Part one: here two: here three: here

Author’s note: THIS IS SO SOFT. Quick hit of fluff to round things off, everyone! Hope you’ve enjoyed this four-parter. I’d be very open to continuing with this trio, so let me know if you’d like to see / request any short “Indivisible” head canons, bonus blurbs or drabbles! I’ll get a masterlist up next so you can keep track.

Word count: 1.3k, sweeties.

Warnings: It’s fairly tame by my standards and more steamy and soft than anything, but it does foray into very brief, tasteful smut so therefore, 18+ ONLY, sorry!

GIF: I had to lol. by @lady--of--fandoms

The next morning, Poe lies sandwiched in-between you and Finn, your body tessellated against his back and Finn pressed against his front. Finn’s fingers rove lazily over Poe’s hair as you pepper soft kisses to the back of his neck, humming on to his soft skin where your lips land.

Poe deserves all the love in the world. It makes sense then that he gets double, you think to yourself.

Propped-up on his elbow, Finn whispers across to you, gazing down at Poe’s slumbering face. “He’s so kriffing pretty. That chin is just rude.”

You prop yourself up on to your elbow too, to get a better look at the sleeping pilot. Poe’s eyes are shut, the pretty brush of his eyelashes fanning over his cheeks. He is beautiful. He’s also very clearly awake, although he pretends to be otherwise, his full lips quirking up at the corners following Finn’s words.

“He sure is wonderfully proportioned.”, you whisper at Finn, knowingly. “Except for that big head of his.”

Poe stirs lightly at that, his face cracking into a wide, giveaway grin. Still, his smile subsides into a contented hum as your soft touches continue to move over him.

“Also, good job he’s sleeping, as it’s blissfully quiet without his incessant chat, don’tcha think?”, you continue in hushed tones, your shoulders shaking lightly with a fond chuckle as you rag him.

His grin only gets wider.

“Morning, Dameron.”, you greet in soft, soothing tones, pressing a kiss on to his hairline, your fingers trailing lovingly over the jut of his shoulder blade and along the contours of his side, reaching down to his hip before your fingers retrace their path again.

You’ve both let Poe rest all morning, as it’s fair to say what you and Finn put him through last night has him thoroughly spent.

Poe stretches lightly, and perts his ass into you as he arches his body, beginning the process of shrugging off sleep, though his eyes remain closed.

“Hmm. His ass is rude too.”, you snicker as it brushes up against you. “And he knows it.”

“Shush up. I’m sleepin’.”, he whispers in good-humoured warning. “And don’t wake me, ‘cause I’m having a real nice dream.”

Your lips curl into a smile too, as your fingers retrace down the pilot’s side, this time meeting Finn’s hand draped over Poe’s hip, softly caressing the flesh there. Your hand comes to rest on top of Finn’s where he languidly strokes his palm back and forth over the meat of him.

When your eyes land on Finn’s again you find them happy. Content. He looks as complete as you feel. The sparkle in his eyes is like Starshine against the backdrop of a dark sky.

You like that; Starshine, Moonshine, and Sunshine. You like that a lot.

You keep up the facade of whispering, even as Poe snuggles his arms and crown of curls into Finn’s chest and continues to push his butt back into your warm, spooning embrace, practically purring like a coddled kitten.

He’s a cute idiot, for sure.

“What do you think? Can we keep him, Finn?” You ask softly, not wanting to let go now that you have Poe next to you.

“Nuh-uh. This one?” Finn teases, with a light chuckle. He nods his head down at Poe. “He’s pretty, for sure, but he’s all drama. Who needs that noise?”. Finn’s broad smile spreads over his face, his bright eyes crinkling.

“You two suck at whispering.”, Poe chides, turning to lie on his back so that he could more easily see both of you - despite this, he keeps his eyes shut a few moments longer, as if he truly is afraid that the two of you are a dream which will vanish upon waking, leaving him alone.

“You didn’t seem to complain about us sucking last night.”, you tease.

Finn’s warm, open-mouthed laugh fills the room and the makeshift bed jitters along with him.

Poe finally peels open his umber eyes, smiling up at you both before he swivels his body around to face you specifically, an easy laugh filtering out of him, and his nose crinkling in the way you’ve always loved. And yet didn’t realise quite how much you loved.

Having Poe so close, in this context, is still entirely novel, and it takes you a moment to gather yourself and return his smile, especially as you feel the accopmanying press of him engorging against your hip. Apparently Poe Dameron doesn’t need caf to spring awake in the morning. Who knew?

“Damn, you’re gorgeous when you wake up.”, he says to you, desire pooling quickly in his eyes.

“Isn’t that right?” Finn agrees from behind Poe. Both their gazes converge hungrily on you, as if they’re jointly plotting something, and suddenly you are overcome with the intensity of it. Of their beauty. Of the depth of your feelings for them. Of your desire for them.

Poe half swivels again, propping himself up on both elbows, giving you an amazing view of his bare chest, that chain slung across it, as his head twists towards Finn. The pilot begins whispering a string of words into Finn’s ear, glancing back at you every now and again, each time with a little more heat in his stare. You could guess from the cheeky, devouring glint in Finn’s eyes precisely what they might be conspiring over. You.

Finn responds to Poe’s whispered words intermittently, every now and then saying how, yeah, he thinks you’d like “that”. Or how “that” is one of your favourite things. But Finn gives little away. Just enough to tease you with, each of them trailing their gaze over your form as if they want to eat you for breakfast.

“Not wanna include me in this plan?”, you ask, though you’re secretly enjoying being left entirely in the dark, your breathy voice already a dead giveaway of that.

“That would ruin the surprise, Sunshine.”. Poe’s voice is gruff when he responds, swivelling a final time and rolling himself entirely on top of you, his arms pushing his torso up but his hips dipping to meet yours. The sight and feel of him on top of you is something else. What’s more, he’s looking at you like he can’t quite believe he has you under him.

Poe bends at the elbow then to lazily kiss you, his tongue meticulously exploring your mouth until he has you riled up enough that you moan at the loss when he breaks for air. Until you feel more starved than when he had begun, lust begetting lust.

“Hmm, I want more moans like that from you, honey.”, Poe coos, his eyes flicking devilishly over to Finn at that moment. “What do you think, Finn? I’d say it’s someone else’s turn to be in the middle of the sandwich.”

“I like your thinking, Commander.” Finn agrees, and as they both converge on you you’re not quite sure what you’ve let yourself in for. But ohhh boyyy, you have a good feeling about it.

“Do your worst.”, you encourage, echoing Poe’s line from the evening before, with the full knowledge of how well things ended for him.

You welcome Poe with your whole body as he shifts to trail his tongue and his mouth all the way down your chest and stomach, until his lips come to settle on your arousal. You moan for him again, before he’s even done very much, but you almost lose it when he moves aside so that Finn’s lips can join him there too.

You buck your hips as a mess of sensations and textures greet you, from Poe’s harsh stubble and soft, loose curls to Finn’s smooth lips and tightly coiled raven hair brushing against your thighs and stomach. Then suddenly, everything is wet, winding tongues and lips, slippery and insistent, and your hips rising up to the sky as if you might reach lift-off without any ship.

As the sensations and their mouths and their moans flow over you, you think you must still be dreaming as well. But as the same time, you think you have never felt more awake to life than you do right now.

Things progress very pleasingly from there, and the three of you aren’t spotted around base all day, besides one singular, rumoured sighting of a particular Commander raiding the ration cupboard in his pyjamas. Word is, he cleared out all of the deserts and energy drinks - which he’d be made to pay for later, no doubt. It wasn’t as if the Resistance was flush with resources.

There’s also a rumour that the Commander’s seen collecting his flight suit holsters from his quarters, but few dare to talk about that too much for fear that they’ll invoke your wrath. You’re sort of terrifying, after all.

Safe to say, everyone on base has a pretty good idea what you’re all getting up to together. And if they don’t, Bb-8 does a grand job of warning people away from the rec room.

However, it doesn’t surprise anyone who hears the rumours that you all have enough love to go around. Sometimes, it is three thirds which make a whole. No matter the fractions, the love is no less complete.

Ever since you’d met, it was pretty clear the three of you were indivisible.

Together you are the moon, the sun, and the stars, and now that you have found each other, your love can only multiply from here, like the galaxy, expanding forever outward. Always creating more room for more love.

If anyone could believe that the galaxy has no limits, it’s for sure the three of you. The three people who charge through the skies and seek out the greater good. Who fight for it with all of their hearts, without restriction. Whose hearts keep growing and growing because they always let the good things in, even when darkness tries to shrink them. Love begets love, as well.

By the time you emerge from your rec room, Leia has already ordered someone to sort you out shared quarters, should you request it. And, unbeknownst to you all, the General has called “dibs” on officiating at the wedding, which she’s pretty sure is inevitable.

She doesn’t know for sure, of course. She simply has a good feeling. Now that she knows you’re together, something just clicks, and she can’t imagine the three of you being apart. She can’t remember that you ever were. No; you were simply planets in orbit, waiting for the moment of your convergence as you traversed your trajectories through space. And that moment is now.

The timing? It’s perfect.

You are indivisible; incapable of being divided.

Togetherness is all there is. Togetherness is what can save the galaxy, one heart at a time.

You know with certainty that you are his. And his. And that you all belong to each other.

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imaginesrus · 4 years ago

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Bad Decisions

Reader x Francis ‘Ajax’ Freeman (Deadpool)

Summary: You were one of ‘The Workshop’s’ experiments however all that was behind you until you come home to find a certain manufactured mutant bad guy sitting on your couch looking for information.

Author’s note: So I recently rewatched Deadpool and had forgotten how much I loved Francis/Ajax in this movie and then this idea took hold and I couldn’t let it pass. Sorry if you are subscribed just for the Steve content but I’m experimenting with branching out a little. If you enjoy this and would like more please let me know. Suggestions for content are always graciously accepted.

You had never expected to see him again. After all, you had kept up your side of the bargain.

Five years.

Five years chained and collared to a purpose you couldn’t care about. Five years fighting a battle in which you had no vested interest, except to make it back each time in one piece.

When your time had finally come and your debt repaid you bent that silver collar until you had felt it snap-in on itself with a satisfying crack. Freedom had never felt so good.

But as it turned out old habits were hard to break and despite the yearning, you felt to return to the normal life you found yourself feeling something missing, and that was how you had found yourself dipping your toe into that life again. You lied to yourself that it would be just one more job, just enough so that you had enough money to set yourself up then you would return to normal. You told yourself that this was different. You had the choice of what jobs you would take on, you were no longer anyone's puppet. You were crafting your own path and direction, just not the one you had ever thought you would.

Besides ‘normal’ was no longer part of our vocabulary, and when curiosity had gotten the better of you you had discovered that 6 years missing was as good as dead to those you had left behind. You didn’t belong there anymore.

You closed the door of your apartment behind you eyes closing as you leant your head against the door. All you could think about was running your bath and slipping into the warm water, allowing it to ease your aching muscles. Perhaps even opening that bottle of wine you had been saving, a thank you of sorts from a pleased client who happened to own a renowned vineyard as a side project.

But it seemed that there was to be a change of plans when you saw the very man who had started this all, sitting casually on your sofa as if he owned it.

Fucking Ajax.

And he had opened that bottle of wine.

Your eyes flicked to the knife block that sat on the kitchen counter, while your hand remained on the doorknob. He took his time taking a sip from the glass in his hand before placing it calmly on the coffee table, your coffee table.

There were two clear options, fight or flight. Neither one was particularly appealing. But you were damned if you were going to let them take you in again, turn you back into a slave.

“I’m not here for a fight, Sweetheart.” He said calmly, as he rose from the couch and instinctively you edged your back against the door.

He held up his hands, showing that he had no weapon. Like he needed one. You had seen first hand that his body itself was enough of a weapon. You had wondered whether lacking the ability to feel he had become more machine than man.

“So why are you here then?” You ask, trying to steady your breathing as he continues to advance towards you, his stance open and inviting as if you were friends. But you can see the calculation in his eyes, watching your movements closely, ready for you to run.

“Can’t a doctor check-in with his favourite patient?” He asks with a quirk of his eyebrow and you let out a laugh. Unable to remain silent on the absurdity of the whole situation. “Share a drink reminisce?”

“One, calling yourself a doctor is a little generous don’t you think? And, two, I am far from your favourite patient.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” he replies with a smile, his eyes roaming over your body in a way you haven't noticed before. A way that creates a tangle of heat in the base of your stomach.

You focus again, pushing any of those ‘notions’ from your mind and coming back to the fact that he has advanced again, only a mere steps away and you still don’t have a plan, your gaze was drawn back to the knife block, out of reach.

“But maybe it is a little more than that.”

Of course, it is.

“Someone has been looking for me,” his jaw clenches and you revel a little in the thought that something has managed to get under his skin, “a frustrating little worm in a black and red suit.”

Now that rings a bell, in fact, the other night while you had been at Sister Margaret’s a man in one of those ridiculous superhero costumes had been asking around for someone. Swearing about revenge and retribution for what someone had done to him. You hadn’t paid too much attention, the bar usually attracted a few crazies in amongst the regulars but this one had been particularly determined to find a man called ‘Francis’.

“Wait, you’re Francis?” It was starting to come together now. He must have been part of the project as well, it was not surprising that Ajax was on someone’s kill list. You ruin numerous lives it is bound to catch up with you sooner or later.

“You’re the guy he is looking for?”

With that last question, the smirk is wiped from his face. His enhanced reflexes allow him to move quickly to box you in, his arms braced on either side of your body up against the door. His eyes dark as he stares you down.

Your heart is beating wildly and you struggle to maintain your focus. If you are to have any chance of surviving this encounter you need to remain calm.

“He was here?” There is a distinctive edge to his voice now, the casual friendliness no longer present.

“No,” you say, quickly shaking your head. “Not here. At that bar on the other side of the city, the dodgy one with the smart-arse bartender. It’s a good place to pick up jobs.” You explain quickly your mouth running away from you. Hoping that once you let him know that his trip to your apartment has proved fruitless that he will leave and you can start to immediately look for another apartment.

But he doesn’t shift his stance, leaving you blocked and trapped. His head tilts as he looks over you, and you feel even more nervous under his gaze.

“Still making use of those gifts then,” he smiles as his finger traces over your shoulder, travelling down your arm in a movement so slow and delicate it’s intention is explicit.

"Maybe you should give me a little demonstration?" He cocks his head to the side, examining you looking for a sign of weakness or hesitation, you refuse to give him the opportunity.

"How do you know I'm not already?" you quirk your eyebrow as your fingers twist just slightly. Your breathing remains controlled as you speak, taking satisfaction in the confusion in his eyes.

"Sometimes I forget that you can't feel anything. Not even the knife I've currently got pointed at your back. In between your L1 and L2 vertebrae if I 'm correct, but then again I'm not the doctor here. Now maybe this knife isn’t sharp enough on it’s own, but I’m sure I can put enough telekinetic energy behind it to sever your spinal cord."

Instead of retreating or freezing in place, he lets out a laugh.

“You have changed haven’t you?” You freeze as his fingers trace across your cheek, “Where is my timid little mouse?”

You turn your face away, breaking the contact as it stirs feelings you are not in the mood to confront tonight.

“She was lost after that first kill.” You admit, even though it was a blur, you remembered the look in their eyes as life fled their body as the results of your actions. A simple twist of your fingers had been all it took to snap a neck.

“Would you kill me?” amusement tinges his voice which makes you blood boil urging you to push the knife further.

“If I had to.” You tell him, even though the simple answer should be yes. Those years were stolen. Even though they were years that you would have never had otherwise. Ajax or Francis had always been an enigma to you. Never giving anything away of himself during your sessions.

You rise to your toes so that you can attempt to match his height. “You don’t hold the power here, not anymore.”

A smile broadens across his lips as he looks almost impressed.

“You know it wasn’t a complete lie when I said you were my favourite patient. Quiet, yes, but one of those spirits that are hard to break, I had to work hard to trigger that mutation. I had thought maybe after your mutation that you may work beside me, at the Workshop.” He sighed, “But a telekinesis mutation, much too valuable on the private market. Not that you have suffered for it. It looks good on you. And now that you are a free agent.”

You search his eyes for what was the truth and they were just as cold and unreadable as ever. Could he actually be deluded enough to think that you would join him?

“Drop the knife, Sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear and you are reminded of all the times he would call you that, even before he snapped the cold metal collar around your neck as you were delivered to who would be your handler.

‘That’s it, Sweetheart, hold still for me.’ The last thing you heard until your surroundings before everything became faded and blurred.

“Or I can make you drop it,” he warns.

You want to laugh at his continued blind confidence in his own abilities even in his vulnerable position. But you are cut off by his lips pressing against your own.

Even though you could feel the tension in the air, his kiss takes you by surprise. It may have been unexpected but it is in no way unpleasant, and you can chastise yourself later on your poor decision making as you move your lips against his.

You hear the knife clatter to the floor, your concentration is broken, as his hand grips your hip.

You can still taste the wine on his lips as your tongue darts out to trace across his bottom lip.

You should stop this, should push him away from you with your mind or body, whichever feels like cooperating, but there is a part of you that craves this. Perhaps the part of yourself that was twisted and moulded by the Workshop itself.

Besides, it’s been a while since you made an epically bad decision. You are well overdue.

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imagine-loki · 4 years ago

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Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 3

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

When Loki saw Mia the following day, a blush instantly graced her cheeks, making him grin. He went over to her and kissed her cheek in greeting, making the others around them all ‘oooooo.’ He glared at them in return.

‘The date went well last night then?’ Clint asked with a smirk.

They were in the kitchen having breakfast before starting their day.

‘A gentleman never tells.’ Loki said as he held his head high.

Mia went to sort out her breakfast, unable to stop blushing at being the main focus of the conversation within the team.

‘You’re far from a gentleman.’ Stark snorted.

Loki narrowed his eyes at him and folded his arms over his chest. ‘I’d beg to differ.’

Mia had her back to the group as she poured milk into her cereal. But she did speak up. ‘Loki was the perfect gentleman last night. More than rest of you are, that’s for sure.’

Loki grinned and looked rather smug. The team all laughed.

‘Oh no, his mischievousness is already rubbing off on you.’ Tony said as he put his face in his hands, then he looked at Loki. ‘Do NOT corrupt our sweet and innocent Mia!’

When Mia turned around, she met Loki’s gaze and he winked at her with a mischievous smirk. ‘I am making no promises.’

Because Mia’s job was to keep up their social media appearance, it meant she was often right in the action. Taking pictures of the team ‘behind the scenes’ providing it didn’t compromise any mission, as the fans loved to see what the superheroes got up to at times.

So she found herself in the lab with Loki, Tony, Bruce, Fury and Vision. She was typing some stuff up on her laptop in the corner, Loki kept glancing in her direction, unable to stop looking at her.

‘Oi, stop staring at your new girlfriend and concentrate!’ Tony remarked as he tossed a pen at Loki, but with his quick reflexes Loki was able to catch the pen before it hit him, glaring at Tony.

Mia had heard and she couldn’t help the big smile that spread across her face. She tried to concentrate on her work though, even if she could feel the God’s eyes on her often.

Later on, Mia disappeared to get something to eat from the kitchen. When she returned, she had food and drinks for everyone. Including Loki’s favourite flavour of muffins that she had baked a few days ago. When Loki thought about it, she often went out of her way for other people, especially him. She always seemed to get his favourite drink or food and would always beam happily when he thanked her.

The following day Mia was down on the training floor on the benches, watching Thor, Steve, Natasha and Clint training. She was taking a few pictures and posting onto their media. She was thinking about heading off, but Loki entered the hall and she decided to stick around for a bit. Smiling like mad when he waved at her.

He had his full armour on, like Thor, and jumped in to start training. Everyone knew he was deliberately showing off because Mia was watching, even she knew. But she found it flattering, and was always impressed with his skills.

But he was caught unaware.

He had just tricked the rest of them using his illusions and pinned Thor down with a dagger at his throat. When he got up off Thor, he looked over to Mia. He winked at her and grinned, but that’s when he was blindsided by Natasha getting him in a headlock with her ridiculously strong thighs and knocking him down to the ground with a loud thud.

Thor, Clint and Steve all burst out laughing. Mia laughed too and put her hands over her mouth. Loki got up, rather flustered as he flicked his hair back from his face and wiped the dust from his arms. He looked over at Mia sheepishly.

He wandered over towards her as she gathered her things up and stood to meet him.

‘Impressive.’ She smiled up at him.

Loki chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. ‘Aside from the end.’

‘Still impressive. Not many would be able to get up unscathed from being taken down by Natasha.’

‘True. And I was a little distracted by something rather beautiful.’ Loki reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingers along her jawline.

‘There’s uhm… the monthly Avengers interview coming up. I was wondering if you fancy doing it?’ She asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.

It was something new she had started doing, Tony was the first one last month. A small five-minute interview that Mia posted. Just to give fans a little personal insight into the team.

‘Of course. Give the fans who they really want.’ Loki smirked.

‘You do have quite the fanbase, actually.’ Mia laughed.

‘I do?’ Loki frowned, but was intrigued.

‘Oh yeah. They call themselves Loki’s army. Quite the army too.’ She grinned.

Loki titled his head, but he did look a little smug. ‘Well, they have good taste… Are you in my army?’ He raised an eyebrow.

Mia smirked, deciding to play a bit. Feeling brave again. ‘I dunno. Maybe I’m team Hulk.’ She shrugged.

Loki’s mouth parted in mock shock. ‘Well, I will need to work harder to get you on my team.’

‘Sooo… Is that a yes for the interview?’

‘Of course. Anything for you.’

Mia had asked Loki to meet her before breakfast the next morning in the living room, to do the interview. It would give her time to come up with some good questions.

But Loki decided he wanted to do the interview somewhere more private. So he went along to her room an hour before he was due to meet her.

He knocked and heard Mia call out to just come in. When he entered though, Mia was surprised to see it was Loki.

‘Loki! Hi.’ She stammered quickly, surprised.

Loki was also surprised, she was in her pyjamas. Light blue, with cute baby penguins on them. But his first thought was how adorable she looked, with her messy hair too.

‘Oh gosh! I was expecting Wanda. Sorry, I uh… Let me just get changed real quick.’ She said in fluster, practically sprinting into her bathroom.

Loki smiled and waited until she was dressed. That’s when his eyes were drawn to what she was watching. He was a little confused when he noticed it was on the cartoon channel. But he didn’t think overly much of it, until he then spotted something peeking out from underneath her pillow. Curious, he went over and had a look, it was a colouring book of Disney characters.

His first thought was, did she have a secret child here? But he shook that off, knowing it was ridiculous. He was slightly confused as to why she would have a colouring book. Then he just thought perhaps it was something she enjoyed doing in her down time.

Loki stepped away from her bed, just as Mia emerged from the bathroom. She was looking embarrassed as she stuffed her pyjamas away in a drawer.

‘Sorry… I uhm, should probably check who’s there first.’ She said sheepishly.

‘Not at all. I should’ve said it was me.’ Loki smiled and walked over to her, he rubbed her arm and then leaned down to kiss her on the lips, making her squeak a little and blush so hard. ‘I was rather hoping we could do the interview somewhere private? The others will be a distraction in the living room.’ He chuckled.

‘Yeah, sure. Where would you prefer?’ Mia asked, still slightly flustered from the innocent kiss.

Loki shrugged. ‘Here, if that suits you? Or we could go to my room if you’d rather?’ He asked.

‘Here is good.’ Mia nodded and went over to her desk, clearing some space.

During the interview, Loki couldn’t help but be besotted with her. It was a good excuse for him to be able to just stare at her without being called out on it from the others. He kept his flirting to a minimum, knowing this was going online.

Mia managed to keep her cool when she asked him questions, she had set up a camera to film him so it was more personal for the fans. They went nuts over the first one with Tony, so she hoped this one would be an even bigger hit.

Once it was uploaded, Mia showed Loki some of the comments. His fangirls were going crazy over it. Especially when Mia had asked him what he thought about having a fanbase. He’d replied in a charming way, saying he appreciated having so much support.

He read one comment: Heck, Loki can rule over me any day! I would kneel for him without being told to!

‘Quite a few say similar. Your, uh, attempt at ruling Earth is all over Tumblr and YouTube. Many have made fan videos out of them.’ Mia said with a laugh.

‘Really? I thought everyone would have been repulsed by what I did.’

‘Not everyone. I mean, I’d kneel for you.’ Mia said without thinking as she shrugged. Then she realised what it was she had just said. Her eyes widened.

‘Oh, really?’ Loki growled a little, leaning down closer to her as he was stood behind her, while she sat on the chair at her desk.

Mia cleared her throat and tried to ignore the fact she had just openly admitted somewhat a fantasy to Loki and that his breath was hot against her neck.

‘This interview is already a huge hit, more so than Tony’s.’ She said to try and change the subject. But Loki spun her chair around so she had to face him as he put his hands on the arms and trapped her in.

‘No changing the subject, pet.’ He chuckled at her doe in the headlights look.

‘I… wasn’t… really… I just don’t know what to say after that.’ She blurted out nervously, her eyes skittishly moving all over his face, unsure on where to look.

But she was saved by the knock. Wanda had arrived, which Mia was slightly relieved for. Though she had a feeling Loki would try and bring it up again later.

He left the girls to it, heading back to his room.

His mind kept wandering to what he’d found in Mia’s room. Or what he’d seen. He went to his laptop and sat down, after thinking for a moment he went to google to see if he could find some answers.

After some researching, he wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up on a kink site. But there he was, reading all about a Daddy Dom/little dynamic.

Some of the characteristics of a little suited Mia to a T. It really got him wondering if she was in fact a little. He then realised that while thinking of her in this kind of way he was slightly aroused.

He looked through a Daddy Dom’s characteristics and was surprised to find he fit a lot of them. When he thought about it, being in that kind of relationship with Mia was very appealing to him. And he thought how it kind of made sense why one girl actually called him Daddy during sex once… Perhaps he just oozed Daddy Dom appeal, he thought smugly.

But he now had to figure out for certain if Mia was into this kind of thing… or if it was just a coincidence. He could of course just ask her outright, but he didn’t want to scare her off if that wasn’t something she was into. He wasn’t going to lie, now he knew about the subject more and had thought about it, he would be a bit disappointed if she wasn’t…

‘Hmm…’ He tapped his lower lip in thought, deciding how to proceed.

After a lot of mulling it over, he decided that trying to coax it out of her naturally was going to be his best route.

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