#tonight we yearn so true

[heich0e]

keishin finally (finally) gets you into bed with him—well, onto couch with him, in his little one-room apartment in the back of sakanoshita mart—and he thinks all his prayers have finally been answered. thinks he's found some sort of cosmic apology for every misfortune he's ever suffered in how soft your lips are against his and how sweet you taste.

he knows he doesn't deserve this; that he hasn't done anything in his unremarkable life to merit how good you feel underneath his hands, or how dizzying those little noises you're making when he touches you are. but, against all odds, you're really here, you really want him, and he's determined not to fuck this up.

"keishin."

every time you say his name he feels like he's hearing it for the first time. like he's being blessed by it. it takes him a moment to process the way you've called for his attention as he suckles a little bruise against your throat, using every modicum of will he has left in him to pull away and meet your gaze.

you look so good underneath him on his ugly, ancient couch that it makes him ache. your lips glossy and swollen, your eyes heavy-lidded and yearning. you reach up and touch his cheek, and he can't tell if your hand is cool or his face is burning.

"do you have a condom?"

and all at once keishin comes crashing—violently, disastrously, crushingly—back to earth.

he blinks at you, wide-eyed, in the wake of your question. you seem to understand his answer even though he can't bring himself to say it.

"are there any in the shop?" you ask him, optimistic and gentle, with an encouraging smile.

keishin perks up—visibly brightening at your moment of genius—but as quickly as the hope uplifts him, he's deflating again. he pinches his bottom lip between his teeth.

"we're out right now," he murmurs sheepishly, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.

he only keeps a couple of boxes of condoms behind the counter at a time, since so few people ever come in asking for them. last week takinoue had showed up half-hammered two hours after closing, and banged on the shop door until keishin grumpily answered it. his drunk friend went on to explain that he'd gone out drinking with his colleague from work and she'd invited him home with her, but he desperately needed condoms. keishin chucked the last box at his stupid face, and yusuke swore up and down their next night out drinking would be his treat before skittering off into the night again with a grin from ear to ear.

he was going to kill yusuke with his bare hands the next time he saw him.

"keishin, it's okay," you say with a light laugh at the positively crestfallen look on his face. "we don't have to—"

"no!" keishin interrupts you before you can say the words he just cant bear to hear. not right now. not from you.

even if you promise him that this could happen again another time—that you don't have to go all the way tonight, that there will be other opportunities—he has no way of knowing if that's true. no way of guaranteeing it.

he's got a taste for you now. he knows what you sound like. he knows how you feel.

and he refuses to let this opportunity pass him by.

keishin pulls himself upright so quickly from where he'd been hovering overtop of you on his lumpy sofa that he almost gives himself whiplash. he stumbles up to his feet, brushing his bleached hair back from his eyes—he's not sure where or when he'd lost his hairband, but the strands are hanging freely now and falling into his gaze. he grabs his jacket from the floor where he'd hastily shucked it when the two of you stumbled through the door in the throes of passion.

"I'm just gonna run to shimada mart!" he says to you as he stuffs his arms ungracefully into the sleeves of his jacket, his words so frantic they're almost bleeding together. "it's only about 10 minutes away, if you just wait right here—"

"keishin."

"shouldn't be longer than 25 minutes! 20, even! i might even be able to get macchan to drive me back if—"

"keishin, wait."

your laughter makes him stop dead in his tracks, halfway to the door. he's only got one slide on his foot, the other still sock-clad, and in his haste he realizes he'd grabbed his television remote instead of his cellphone to shove into his coat pocket.

you've caught him by the sleeve of his jacket, holding the material pinched between your thumb and forefinger as you stare up at him from the sofa with the sweetest smile on your face. he's frozen as he peers down at you, his lips parted, his dick still half-hard in his jeans.

"don't go," you say to him, tugging him back towards you by your grip on his cuff. he moves easily, gravitating back into your orbit in spite of how gentle the actual pull had been.

"b-but,"—keishin casts a forlorn glance back in the direction of his apartment door—"what about the condoms?"

his voice cracks a little on the question and he has genuinely never wished so ardently for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

you release his sleeve in favour of twining your fingers with his now that he's near to you again, your soft hand slipping easily into his own. that same dull ache in the pit of his core (and between his legs) throbs again as you blink up at him.

"i've been trying to tell you," you begin, a bit exasperated but not without its own fondness. you hesitate a little, looking away shyly before adding, "we don't... need one."

keishin thinks he might die.

really, genuinely die.

he wonders if maybe this is what the old man felt like when he almost keeled over from that heart attack last year, because keishin's pulse is pounding so violently in his head he feels like his vision is going a bit spotty around the edges—like when you stand up too fast after a night of drinking.

he's brought back to the moment as your hand squeezes his own—a gentle, questioning gesture.

your lashes flutter as you blink up at him, your head tilting slightly to the side. you smile a little at the dumbfounded look on his face.

"...if that's okay with you?"

(keishin pays for takinoue's drinks for the next six months, but never explains why.)

[ariestrxsh]

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⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, degradation, humiliation, mean!matt, brattamer!matt, roughdom!matt, mentions of masturbation, enemies to lovers (but without the fluff)

✍️ Summary: ✍️ Your best friends, Nick and Chris, offer to let you come over to use their water while yours is out at your place. The only problem is you and their brother Matt have always absolutely despised each other, and because both Nick and Chris are gone for the night, you're stuck with Matt all alone.

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hatef--k part one

"Thank you so much for letting me run a load of laundry and shower over here, you guys. You're seriously lifesavers," I told Nick and Chris, emptying my mess of gym and work clothes into the washing machine.

"Of course. Any idea how long your water's gonna be out?" Nick asked me. "No, I wish. They said anywhere from a few hours to a few days" I groaned.

"Well, like I said earlier, anything you need, we got you. Even if you need to stay here until it's back on, you're welcome to," Chris said, packing up his bag to go over to Nate's place for the night.

"That's really sweet of you, Chris. I might take you up on that if it's not back on by the end of the day," I replied. "Yeah, Chris and I won't even be sleeping here tonight, so you can stay in either of our rooms," Nick mentioned.

"Ew, what is she doing here?" Matt said, entering the room, gesturing at me. "Dude, c'mon, her water's out, and she needs a place to stay for a bit," Chris snapped at Matt.

I got along great with Chris and Nick, but Matt and I weren't very fond of each other. I thought he was cocky, disgusting, and rude, and he thought I was bitchy, shallow, and a whore, and it seemed like we couldn't exist in the same space with one another without being at each other's throats. But we often had to be in each other's space because of our mutual love of Nick and Chris.

"Please tell me you're also staying the night somewhere else," I said, rolling my eyes at Matt. "Why? 'Cause you wanna sleep in my bed?" He asked, smiling at me. "Not in a million years," I shot back. "Nope, not going anywhere tonight," he smirked. "Staying right here so I can annoy you as much as you annoy me."

"Oh my god, you guys, don't kill each other while we're gone. My uber is here," Nick said, putting on his sunglasses and strutting out the front door. "Yeah, seriously. Just please pretend you get along for once," Chris begged right before following Nick out.

I scoffed at Matt and walked over to the couch in the living room and started flipping through channels on their TV. "Um, what is your TV broken too?" Matt gave me attitude, grabbing the remote from me. "C'mon Matt. I can't leave at least until my laundry's done, and I need something to do while I wait to move it along," I whined back, reaching for the remote.

"Okay, cool. So you don't mind watching the game with me then?" Matt asked, turning on some sports channel. "Oh my god, so fucking boring. I just wanted to watch The Bachelorette," I groaned at him. "Yeah? Well that sucks. Who wants to watch some pathetic guys all drool over the same girl?" Matt rolled his eyes at me. "I do!" I yelled, making a last desperate attempt to snatch back the remote.

"Yeah, I bet you like that show because you're a little slut, and you're always juggling a bunch of dudes," Matt sneered. "Hey! That's really mean," I said in a genuinely hurt tone. "Not my fault that it's true," Matt responded harshly.

Sometimes, when Matt would say things like that to me, which was fairly often, it would make me feel a certain type of way that was hard to pinpoint. I was authentically disgusted and got my feelings hurt, but sometimes I'd feel a sensation of yearning in my core, and I didn't fully understand it. It was similar to being turned on, but it was accompanied by all these gross feelings of humiliation and anger, so I tried not to look into it much.

"You know, I just haven't found anyone worth committing to. Doesn't make me a whore," I defensively responded. "Whatever. Why do you care what I think? Is it cause you want me?" Matt smirked. "Absolutley not," I answered, following it up with a gagging sound.

"Yeah, is that how you'd sound, choking on me?" Matt laughed. "Ew, you're sick!" I shouted, storming out of the room. I decided to take a nice, long, hot, everything shower to cleanse myself of Matt's deranged behavior and how sick he made me feel.

I had everything I needed with me already - my razor, my body wash, my shampoo and conditioner, my entire skin care bag, and a towel, along with a change of clothes. I was still in what I'd worn to the gym earlier, and it was nice to finally shed off all my layers and feel the hot water hitting the back of my head and running down the rest of my body.

While I was shaving my legs, I thought I heard someone rustling around in the bathroom with me. "Matt?" I asked. "Chill, I'm just grabbing something. I'll be out of here in a minute," he said. "Fuck you, Matt. Whatever it is, it can wait. I'm in the middle of something here," I complained.

"What? Are you touching yourself?" Matt snickered at me. "Ew gross! I could never do that while I'm in the same house as you. Just get the fuck out. I'm trying to enjoy my shower," I felt myself growing red. I did feel a bit of wetness between my legs as I went to clean myself, but I certainly couldn't do anything about it now. I wouldn't let Matt be right about anything if I could help it.

After shaving and scrubbing just about every inch of myself, I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. I went to reach for my towel and realized it was missing. And so were my clothes? "Matt!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, rifling through the different cabinets and shelves in the bathroom. The fucking pervert took anything I had to cover myself with when he was in here.

"You fucking asshole! Bring me my towel and my clothes!" I shouted out the bathroom door. "You didn't bring clothes or a towel into the bathroom with you? God, you really are a little slut!" Matt yelled back from a few rooms away.

"Not funny, Matt. C'mon. There's nothing for me to dry off with in here!" I yelled. "Well, I guess you're gonna have to come in here and get your towel," Matt responded. "Can you bring it to me?"

"Nope, sorry. In the middle of a game." "I'm not gonna wait 'til you're done with your game. Bring me my towel, jackass!" "That's no way to talk to someone who has the power to either bring you or not bring you your towel. You can always come in here and get it," Matt taunted me.

Fuck. "Fine, I'll wait here patiently 'til your game is over. Just please bring me my towel soon."

A few minutes later, I heard Matt's voice outside the bathroom door. I cracked it open and peered out at him. He was standing about six feet away from me, holding my folded towel. "Here you go," he smiled smugly at me, barely making an attempt to entend his arm. "My arms aren't that long, Matt. Please bring it to me," I reached my hand out, hiding my naked body behind the door. "No, you can meet me halfway," Matt teased.

I found myself getting so undeniably wet at this. I couldn't understand it. How was it that Matt, who was clearly very disturbed and also a fucking asshole, had me sexually excited over the fact that he was trying to humiliate me and see me naked.

"Fuck you, Matt," I said coming out from behind the door and trying to snatch the towel from him. He held it up in the air out of my reach. "You're such a dick, you know that? What? Is this what you wanted to see?" I said, giving up on getting the towel back and gesturing towards my body.

Matt couldn't help but to glance up and down my body and nibbled on his lip as he tried his hardest to contain his grin. "Why the fuck would I wanna see that? You're the one basically throwing yourself at me," Matt handed me my towel, winked at me, and walked away.

"Where did you put my clothes, Matt?" I said, wrapping my towel around me. "What clothes?" He rolled his eyes at me. "Not fucking funny. The only clothes that I have that are clean right now. Give them to me," I demanded. "No, I think you look better in that towel," he smiled at me.

"Perv," I called him. "I might be a perv, but you like it," he responded. "No, I don't," I quickly answered. "There's only one way for me to find out," Matt looked at me with a dark look in his eyes. "I bet you're wet right now, because you're a little whore, and you love being teased and showing off your body."

"I am not!" I argued back. "Let's make this interesting. Prove it to me, and if you're telling the truth and you're not wet, I'll do whatever you want," Matt said, "and if I'm right and you are wet down there, then you have to let me eat you out."

"Oh my god you're so gross, Matt," I pushed him back gently. "What do you want if you win our little game?" Matt replied. "You have to be nice to me for a month," I stated, "and you have to give me my clothes you took and finish the rest of my laundry while I go home and enjoy the rest of my night alone."

"Okay, deal," Matt said, reaching for the bottom of my towel and slowly pushing it up. I wasn't a religious person, but in that moment, I prayed that I wasn't wet enough for Matt to be able to tell. I bit my lip and held back a moan as he brushed his finger between my folds.

"Wow, naughty girl. You are wet," Matt observed. "Fuck you, Matt," I answered, my face reddening. "I knew you were touching yourself in the shower," he whispered back, continuing to run his fingers over my wetness. "No, I swear, I really wasn't," I responded, slowly losing my focus as Matt played with me.

"You mean, you got this wet and you didn't even touch yourself? You really are turned on, you dirty little whore," Matt growled back to me. "I hate it when you call me that," I moaned.

"You hate it? Your wet pussy is telling me otherwise," Matt teased me. "Sorry, correction, I fucking hate you," I lashed out. "I think you fucking love to hate me," Matt said, tilting my chin up with his finger. I pushed him again. I watched as something in his demeanor changed, the way his features darkened and became more serious.

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder while my towel barely clung to my body. I protested and started hitting his back as he carried me into his room, but I secretly couldn't wait for him to have his way with me.

part two posted here 💖

[pitchsidestories]

Jealousy II Patri Guijarro x León!Reader

masterlist I moodboard I word count: 2985

a/n: Hi, we hope it's not too confusing to read, the oneshot is a bit darker and more dramatic than our usual fanfics. The inspiration for the oneshot was this request here.

Carefully you applied the glamorous eye makeup you had in mind to your eye lids; you were getting ready for your older sister’s birthday party. Looking in the mirror you remembered a quote from a book you read for your English class in school beautiful little fool. According to Daisy in The Great Gatsby, it was the best thing a girl could be in this world.

You didn’t want to be a beautiful fool and didn’t yearn to be perceived as one. Another glance at your reflection and you realized you were done. Time to go to the party.

“Mapi, feliz cumpleanos, hermana!”, you greeted her grinning. Their home was almost a second home to you, you felt more at ease here than in your own appartement. You noticed Bagheera at his usual hiding space behind the window curtains, but for you he came up to get a few cuddles, before returning to it.

“Thanks, glad you could make it.”, she replied smiling, giving you a hug at the same time, pressing a grateful kiss to your cheek.

“Yes, I mean you’re getting old now, so..” ,you teased her, the grin on your face deepened.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get old soon enough, too.”, the defender promised you, laughing.

“Ugh, don’t remind me, Maria.”, you groaned playfully.

“Is that a gey hair?!”, she gasped dramatically while holding up a string of your hair to the light of the lamp.

“Girls.”, Ingrid shook amused her head. She was used to your lively banter now.

“Sorry. Is Patri here?”, you asked her curiously.

“Of course, she’s somewhere around.”, your sister waved it off.

“You can’t miss her.”, the Norwegian added winking.

“Nope, definitely nod.”, Mapi smirked.

To watch the couple, harmonize so well as they did was always a little heart wrenching to you. There was a deep fear inside you that you would never be able to find a love like they had. On the other hand, you were incredibly happy for your older sister.

“I’ve not seen her in ages, I need to say hi, I’ll come back to you soon.”, you told them excitedly.

“Sure.”, the defender answered doubtfully.

“We won’t see er again until the morning, right?”, Ingrid asked.

“Probably not.”, her girlfriend responded in an honest tone.

The truth was you were undoubtedly, terribly, madly in love with one of your siblings’ closest friends. So, you couldn’t wait to see her again. She was the guest at this party you were the most thrilled to meet again.

“Oh, hi, gorgeous.”, a flirty tone of the stranger held you back.  

“Hi, nice to meet you.”, you muttered, while your eyes searched around the living room for the face you yearned to find.

 “Very pleased to meet you. You must be Mapis sister.”, the woman purred. Her voice irritated you, she almost sounded like Bagheera.

“I’m, from where do you know my sister?”, you questioned her, only half-interested.

“Oh, we’re friends.”, she shrugged.

“I see.”, you nodded.

She held out her hand. “But we haven’t met yet.“

A bit too formal in your opinion but you still shook her hand. Why not play along for a while?

“That’s true.“, you replied politely.

“Can I get you a drink?“, the stranger asked, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards.

“Sure.“

To your surprise, she immediately grabbed your upper arm as she led you to the bar.

You frowned, the grip was too tight, too desperate.

And then you saw her.

“Y/n?“ Patri appeared right in front of you, eyeing you closely.

“Patri.“

You wished this girl would finally let go of your arm.

“Hi.“, Patri said blankly.

She was in suit pants and a half unbuttoned shirt.

“Hey, you look beautiful tonight.“, you complimented her and you meant it.

Before the midfielder could reply, the stranger tightened her grip around your arm. You sucked in a breath, this might leave a bruise.

“Let’s go outside for a bit.“, the girl said, her voice sickeningly sweet. It was less of a suggestion and more of an order.

“Okay.“, you agreed.

While the stranger led you outside to smoke, you struggled to tear your gaze away from Patri.

You watched her watching you leave until she disappeared in the crowd.

You failed to see how Claudia appeared on her teammates side, shaking her head: “You’re a fool, Patri.“

“What?“

“She so clearly has feelings for you.“, Alexia rolled her eyes, sipping on her drink.

“Y/n has asked her on dates multiple times in the past few years.“, Claudia agreed.

Patri released a sigh: “I can’t go out with her.“

“Why not?“, Lucy now joined the conversation.

“She’s Mapis sister!“, Patri pointed out the obvious.

Alexia shrugged: “Yes, and?“

Her younger teammate looked at her in exasperation: “Did you not hear what I just said?“

“Remember that Mapi dated Alba back in the day?“, Alexia countered unimpressed.

Now it was Patri who rolled her eyes: “Don’t start with this again. You can’t compare that.“

“Of course I can.“

Patri held up her hands, abandoning this conversation: “Whatever. I don’t want to talk about her.“

“Okay. Another drink?“, Claudia blinked innocently at her.

Relieved, Patri nodded: “Please!“

You had no idea when your sisters birthday party had ended. In fact, you did not remember most of the early morning hours.

When and how had you gotten home? What was that beautiful strangers name again? Where even was she?

All those questions popped into your head when a ringing on your door woke you up.

Groaning, you looked around your bedroom. You were alone, that was good.

You got up and quickly glanced into the mirror, realizing that you still wore last nights dress. There were mascara stains on your cheeks, a bruise on your arm and a slightly purpling hickey on your neck.

No time to take care of this mess, you decided. You walked through your apartment and opened the door.

Relief flooded through you as you found yourself opposite your sister and her girlfriend.

The ease you felt for a minute was erased in the next when you saw their concerned faces scanning your bruised and shambled body.

“Hi Y/n, you need to stop. We worry about you.”, Ingrid begun, sounding deeply worried.

“What do you mean?”, you asked confused while the two women made their way through your appartement.

“You know exactly what we mean.”, Mapi answered frustrated.

“A little party never killed nobody.”, you defended yourself half-heartedly. Meanwhile, your sister and her girlfriend were taking place on your sofa, you were sitting in between them.

“That’s not a little party.”, the defender disagreed.

“And y/n you deserve to be loved for you as a person not only because of your looks.”, Ingrid softly strokes your hair.

“I’m fine.”, you protested.

“Y/n it’s okay. Ingrid is right.”, Mapi told you compassionately.

“But.”, you started, your lips trembling. Memories from last night came back in pieces.

The way the beautiful stranger only used you like a piece of furniture to satisfy her needs and ignored your thoughts and feelings behind your pretty façade. How she couldn’t wait to leave once you showed your longing for more than just touches but a real connection. The scary thought you had when you heard the door slammed shut, maybe you deserved the way you were treated. Maybe love was something that only happened to people who were worthy of it.

“Come here.”, Ingrids warm voice brought you back to the present moment.

“My girls.”, your older sister whispered gratefully, while she and the Norwegian pulled you into a tight, long hug, hoping that one day you realized that you were worthy of love for the person you were even with your faults who sometimes led to self-destructive behaviour.

“Can you let me go now?”, you questioned smiling lightly.

“Yes, before this gets too cute.”, Mapi laughed, releasing you from her hug.

In the passing weeks you tried to break the pattern you were in, meeting more of your friends for a cup of coffee, going to less parties, seeing a psychologist. The changes you made didn’t get unrecognized by Patri who watched you doing this from a comfortable distance.

It was at the end of a media day, the league would start soon again,  that Patri announced: “I think I’ll accept y/n’s date offer, girls.”

“What?!”, Claudia yelled excitedly.

“Yes.”, she confirmed it seriously.

“But why now?”, the smaller woman raised an eyebrow at her.

 “Yeah, what changed?”, Keira wanted to know.

“I don’t know.”, Patri responded truthfully.

“That’s okay.”, Lucy reassured her.

The midfielder’s heartbeat faster as she spotted you hugging your sister. Her heart sank when  the brunette heard the next words coming from your mouth.

 “Girls, I’ve a date, I think she’s serious.”, you cheered.

“You do?”, Mapi glanced at you happily.

“Yes, we’ll go out tomorrow. Fancy dinner and when a bar.”, you went on delighted.

“Sounds great.”, she admitted.

“We’re happy for you, y/n.”, Ingrid beamed at you.

“Thanks.”, you couldn’t help, but to smile at the possibility to have found the one.

You ignored as the other half of the team got quiet, listening to your conversation.

“Fuck.“, Patri cursed under her breath.

“Wow… you have really horrible timing.“, Claudia sighed, her gaze still fixed on you.

Patri nodded slowly: “We do..“

“Maybe you shouldn’t tell her then.“, Keira suggested the obvious which Patri rewarded with an eye roll.

“I won’t.“

“Maybe it’s better that way.“, Claudia said.

“Yes, maybe.“, Patri sighed.

However, she was not ready to give up yet.

She and Mapi met on the next day for some coffee, unbeknownst to you.

“What do you mean the date went horrible?“, Patri asked, slowly stirring milk into her coffee to avoid seeming too eager about what Mapi just told her.

Mapi shrugged: “Oh, apparently she only talked about her ex during the date.“

“In front of her?“

Nodding, the defender took a sip from her cup: “Y/n got bored after thirty minutes and left.“

“Understandable.“, Patri said quietly.

“It’s sad. I had hoped she would have finally found someone for a serious relationship.“, Mapi continued.

The midfielder could read the genuine worry in her teammates face.

She decided to lay it all bare.

“I was so close to accepting her offer but then this new girl came…“

Mapi choked on her coffee.

“Wait, what?“, she asked between two coughs.

Patris gazed was trained on the small wooden table between the two football players: “Yes, I know…“

“Why?“, was the defenders only question.

“I didn’t want to give in because you’re her sister and we are friends…“, she admitted.

Mapis eyes softened as she studied the younger player: “Patri… if you love her, go out with her.“

Patri looked up in surprise: “That would be okay for you?“

“Of course. If you really love her.“

“I do…“

“Then ask her out. She deserves someone who doesn’t just see her looks.“

“She’s not perfect but no one is…“, Patri said more to herself than to her teammate.

“Patri.“

“Yeah?“

“That’s not what a person wants to hear after she told you that you could be the one for her sister.“, Mapi laughed.

Blushing, the midfielder grinned innocently: “Sorry.“

“You still have my blessing.“, the defender chuckled.

“Thanks.“

You walked through Barcelona, Alexia next to you. You had not felt like talking to your sister about the date but you knew you could trust Alexia with the details. And she was more than willing to listen.

You were in the middle of explaining of what you did after you left the restaurant when a familiar face appeared in front of you.

You stopped yourself mid-sentence: “Patri? Hi…“

“Hey, do you have a second?“

You stalled. She was out of breath, had seemingly been looking for you.

You looked at Alexia, then back at Patri: “I do…“

“Good.”, she sighed relieved.

“So?”, you rose an eyebrow expectantly.

“Would you go out on a date with me y/n?”, the Mallorquin woman asked, licking her lips nervously.

“Wait, are you serious?”, you gasped. Almost couldn’t believe that this question came from her mouth.

“I was never more serious.”, you could see the determination in the midfielder’s pretty brown eyes.

“I’m asking because whenever I asked you.. you said no.”, you tried to put the hesitation you felt into words.

“I thought Mapi wouldn’t approve of this. And Mapi means a lot to me as a friend.”, Patri explained.

“But she did?”

Something like hope flattered inside your chest. Was this just a dream, you hoped it wasn’t and if it was it hopefully would never end. This being realer and better when whatever you’ve imagined in so many sleepless nights when sleep couldn’t find you and the yearning for her overcame you.

 “Mapi did.”, the friend of your older sister confirmed earnestly.

“I really liked you for a long time.”, you confessed.

“I know but I was scared. And I wasn’t sure if you meant it because you’re always with someone else.”, the brunette admitted.

“Yes, I guess I’m not good at this kind of stuff.”, you guiltily bit your lip.

“Maybe we can figure it out together.”, she suggested carefully.

“Okay, but I’m warning you I’m not easy.”, you told her.

“I never cared for easy anyway.”, Patri reassured you.

“So, we give it a try?”, you glanced at her, waiting eagerly for her reply.

“If you’re willing to. Because you haven’t answered if you want to go on a date or not.”, she remarked.

“I want to go on a date with you.”, you smiled at her, meaning every word you said.

“Okay, but first we need to finish gossiping y/n.”, Alexia threw in grinning. The Barcelona captain has been watching everything from a safe distance until now.

“Ugh, Ale.”, Patri groaned.

“No, I’m just joking go ahead.”, she laughed.

“Can I take you on a date right now?”, the younger midfielder laid her eyes on you, it was clear from the look of her face that she couldn’t wait any longer.

“Yes, you can!”, Alexia answered for you winking.

“I didn’t ask you.”, Patri shook her head amused.

“I think it’s time for us to go.”, you decided smirking.

“Yes, please.”, she nodded happily.

“Bye, Ale.”, you waved at the older woman.

“Enjoy.”, the blonde responded cheerfully.

While you made your way through the buzzing city, the sun was about to set, the night never seemed more promising to you, as you walked hand in hand with the woman you had feelings for since forever. You always liked the city your sister chose to play for, but this evening you fell in love with it. The beauty of the architecture and everything else was almost too overwhelming. Before the mass of people made you feel lonely but now you were a part of it.

“Well, were do you want to go y/n?”, Patri whispered into your ears as you passed the neighbourhood of Gracia.

“You pick. You asked me out.”, you mouthed back.

“Good, I already know a place.”

And that’s where your story begun, the first date ended with a kiss on your doorstep, but you came back for another, because it left you even hungrier. But for the first time in forever you felt safe, knowing that you’d see her again and Patri wouldn’t walk away.

The summer break came. For most of the players it was only a short period of time between the end of the season and the next games with their national team.

You and your girlfriend wanted to make the most out of your free days, enjoying the pure bliss of having no responsibilities.

That was how you found yourself on yacht with a group of people, most of which you did not know. But they seemed to know your sister which meant that some stranger always came up to you, wanting to talk when all you wanted to do was lay in the sun and sip on some cocktails.

Even the woman in charge of preparing the drinks wanted to engage you in a conversation but your replies remained monosyllabic. Once she was done pouring, you flashed her a smile and disappeared with a cup in each hand.

Patri had been watching from where she was tanning herself in the afternoon sun. As you approached her, she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head: “Y/n?“

“Yes?“, you asked, sitting down next to her.

“What are you doing?“

You shrugged, handing her one of the cups: “Just got us some drinks.“

“Why was the barkeeper staring at your tits?“

You suddenly felt uncomfortable in your bikini top and jeans cut-offs. “She has? I didn’t even notice, Patri. Everyone stares at me… always.“

You relaxed a little when Patri looked you up and down with a smirk: “I mean I get that they look at you. You’re gorgeous.“

“Can’t help it.“, you assured her again.

“But the flirting… not a big fan.“

You took a sip from your drink: “Relax, I’m yours.“

Your girlfriends eyes sparkled, challenging you: “Prove it.“

You put your drink down, pushed your girlfriend back on her towel to straddle her and kissed her passionately.

“Again?“, Patri asked, innocently blinking up to you.

“Maybe with less people to see?“, you suggested. You had the sudden urge to get away from everyone, to do more than just kiss her. You only wanted to be Patris.

You both got up. Patri took your hand in hers, leading you towards the inside of the boat.

She winked at you: “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everyone knows that you belong to me. I’ll leave my handprints all over you.“

You smiled quietly about how right this felt. She would never get mad or freak out. If she was jealous, she made sure that everyone knew that you were her girlfriend.

You always knew that Patri could handle it.

[pablitogavii]

Touchy

When you and Gavi met, the reason you fell so hard for each other was that you both adored physical touch.

In the past relationships, your partners would call you "too clingy" for expressing your love this way but now both of you found someone who shared the same kind of love.

Now whenever you were in company of other people, they would comment on how "touchy" the two of you are. You would get a little embarrassed fromt their teasing comments but internally feel never happier than when you were touching Pablo in some way.

Tonight was an even you attended together and Pablo held your hand as you passed the crowd his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand from time to time.

When you walked into the venue and were escorted to your table, he moved your chair like a true gentleman before sitting down himself. Dinner was very nice but not even a mid way through, Pablo's hand found its way to your leg while other took your hand kissing it gently.

"I miss you amorcito.." he whispered and you smiled. He was so silly sometimes.

"I'm right here amor" you whisper before giggling and he come closer to your ear.

"I miss touching your princesa" he said smirking and you were a blushing mess at that point.

"Our lovebirds just can't help touching each other always..get a room Pablo!" Pedri commented and you were the first one to blush which Pablo noticed telling his friend "callate celoso" before kissing your cheek afterwards.

After the dinner was over, you were handing our with some wags at the balcony of the hotel while Pablo and the boys were answering some interview question.

"And you don't mind always touching with Pablo?" one of them asked and you were giggling really craving to hold onto Pablo right about now. You stole a glance from him and he gave you the same yearning glance..he wanted to hold you just as much.

"I think this is the longest they lasted not touching each other.." your friends added as everyone laughed while you blushed telling them to change the topic finally.

After a few more minutes, boys finally came back and Pablo grabbed your waist pulling you to the side while everyone laughed but you had no care in the world as long as you were in his arms right now.

"I missed touching you amorcito..seeing you so close and unable to was killing me" he admitted and you smiled reaching your arms around his neck while he reached down to kiss your lips. It felt like you were alone in the world and you loved that.

"You don't think we are too touchy Pablo?" you asked concerned that he thinks the same as everyone else. Pablo was always there to reassure you.

"Even if we are...I wouldn't want it any other way mi amor" he said kissing you again.

"Me too mi bebé" you say kissing him back and hugging him tightly not having a care in the world.

When you finally arrived home, the favorite part was to get comfortable under the covers with you completely on top of him as he held you close. Pablo would oftentimes like direct skin to skin contact which made you both relax knowing you were both there with each other and safe.

"I love you.." he said just as you were both about to fall deep asleep.

"I love you too mi amor" you answer holding onto him tightly listening to the sound of his heartbeat that lulls you to sleep.

[halsinsnaturepocket]

Yearning for a Taste

Summary: Halsin is in his tent minding his own business, trying to read a book, when he hears a couple of voices meeting up outside of his tent. It's Tav allowing Astarion to feed on her, but it becomes…more, as the two of them seem to be entangled in a passionate affair.

Halsin, obviously, hears the whole thing and is trying to be Normal about it.

CW: MDNI, explicit behavior, Voyeurism, finger-fucking, astarion feeding on Tav, teasing, edging

Wordcount: ~ 3k

Notes: I'm aware Halsin’s tent doesn't actually shut and it's like…an open-faced lean-to-style deal, but for the good of the smut, we're going to pretend his tent has flaps on it that he can pull down to give himself privacy.

As far as actual timing of the story, I'm picturing this early act 2, before finding Thaniel, and before going to moonrise.

an extra special thanks to @mothermoth92 for beta reading and letting me throw ideas around

read it on Ao3!

Halsin was lying in his tent, using a bedroll to prop himself up as he read one of the books Tav had managed to find during her travels. A book on mindflayer anatomy she had gotten from Omeluum – it was a fascinating read, and it gave him some further insights into the threat they were facing. His attention was so focused he almost didn’t hear the sounds of two people meeting up near his tent. Unfortunately for him, his hearing was rather keen, and the secluded clearing he had settled in at camp blocked out most of the noises from the adventurers he was traveling with, but not the sounds of anyone in the clearing.

“Gods you're such a little freak,” he heard one voice purr. “You're so good to me, sitting in my lap, letting me feed on you.” The praise was followed by the sound of lips smacking against skin followed by a soft moan – he would recognize those voices anywhere. 

“You taste like wine.”

“Is that a bad thing?” That was definitely Tav. Her soft melodic voice was unmistakable. 

“Not in the slightest.”

“Can you get drunk off of my blood?” She giggled.

“We can certainly find out together.”

Ah, a drunken meetup, Halsin mused. It reminded him of a more frivolous time in his youth. Hopefully Tav had the sense to drink plenty of water if she was drunk and being drunk from. 

“Did you want more, darling?” Astarion’s voice was silken, lined with hazy lust. “Or did you just want to be my little snack for the evening?”

“You’re sure you saw Halsin go towards the north of camp?” 

“Almost positive. There’s no light on in his tent either, he’s probably off meditating or whatever it is he gets up to.”

They were quiet for a moment. It was true, he had wandered to the north of camp earlier in the evening, but when he had seen Karlach sneaking Dammon into the abandoned house at the border of  their camp, he had returned to his tent to give them privacy. Besides, he had his research to attend to now that they were in the thick of the shadow curse, and quite honestly he was exhausted from trying to find a way through to Thaniel.

“I see you’re not wearing any underwear tonight…” Astarion murmured. 

Halsin squirmed against his bedroll, trying to ignore the sounds coming from just outside. Of all the people to have a liaison behind his tent…did it have to be these two? From the sounds of it, Astarion was drinking from her neck, his hands likely snaking beneath her clothes, pleasuring her…

“Nnnnf…Don't stop…” Her voice was barely a whisper, a near-silent plea. Not silent enough.

Halsin was desperately trying not to listen in. He had been pent up for so long, and the two of them had each tried a few times to bed him; it had taken everything in him not to give in. He feared indulging would make his mind wander far too much, and before he knew it, he would be seeking them out every night for further indulgences. He was more than glad they sought company with each other, but did it need to be right outside of his tent? 

There was a pause in their sounds, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully it wouldn’t last long. Hopefully he would just bite her and they would sneak off to one of their tents.

His hopes were futile as he heard a soft gasp escape from Tav. “Astarion—gods that feels so good.” 

“Breathe a bit deeper for me darling – that's it.” He heard Astarion coax. “Good girl, that's my good little treat. You're so nice and wet for me…” 

Halsin turned on his side, his back towards the sounds, trying to ignore the two of them, but it proved…difficult. Her stifled moans were stirring emotions he had been trying to suppress for far too long. Both Tav and Astarion had long since held his attention – maybe it was just the kindred feeling of being around two other elves, or maybe it was more. He didn't want to think about it. He had to stay focused on his goals. The shadow curse lurked right outside the edge of their camp. He couldn't entertain such frivolous thoughts of companionship—

A loud moan interrupted his thoughts. 

“Bite me again, Astarion.” 

“With pleasure.” He heard him murmur, followed by the sound of Tav hissing from the sting of being bit, only to be chased by another soft moan. 

“Gods, you taste so sweet when you're on the edge…come for me, darling. Come while I drain you dry.”

Halsin froze, recalling the sensation of Astarion’s fangs sinking into his own neck…it must feel amazing to be on the very edge of pure ecstasy and feel yourself shaking with the cold chill of life being drained—no. He shook his head as if to rattle the thoughts away. He turned his attention back to his book. 

Many curious scholars have noted the illithid's disdain for arcane magic— “aahh! Astarion!” —yet do not understand the reasons behind it. In traditional illithid circles— “right there!”

Yes, quite interesting, to find that illithids were weak to arcane magic. Many curious scholars— “fuck!” 

He had noted the tadpole he studied back in the grove had reacted to arcane magic when used on it— do not understand— He had read this same sentence at least four times now. 

He couldn’t avoid it any longer. His mind was wandering. The familiar sensation of arousal gripped at his senses as he felt his heartbeat quicken and his underwear grow tighter. If they kept this up for much longer he’d have to find a way to relieve the tension himself. It was difficult to control his wildshape when he was so…pent up. 

“Oh gods, fuck , Astarion!” He heard Tav cry. They weren't even trying to be quiet anymore. 

“Shhh… my love, you'll wake up the whole camp at this rate,” he said, a twinge of teasing laced with lust spilled from his voice. 

Halsin had always wondered what sounds Tav would make. He'd heard her laugh, cry…her sneeze, even. He savored the sound of her moving, of her humming to herself. Her battlecry, her happiness…they were all so beautiful. But the sounds of her ecstasy…he didn't realize they could sound so sweet. 

“Don't make me gag you, darling.” He heard her moans become muffled, as though a hand had come to cover her mouth…likely exactly what was happening. 

Halsin grit his teeth, picturing the image of Tav tied up his vines, a thin cloth gagging her. Then the idea of her entwined in the pale elf, one hand over her mouth while the other was plunging himself into her while a trickle of blood from his fangs ran down her neck…He couldn't help himself. A groan escaped from him like a growl from a hungry wolf. He quietly clapped a hand over his mouth, despite the sound coming from deep within his throat. Covering his mouth would do nothing. 

The sounds stopped. Utter silence. The silent eeriness from the shadow lands was not helping. 

“Shit—Astarion you said he wandered off to the north of camp, is Halsin IN HIS TENT?”  He heard Tav whisper angrily. They had heard him. Hopefully this would pass, and it would never be brought up again. 

“I—ugh, I don't know, Tav. I thought I saw him leave his tent. What does it matter anyway?…I'm sure he’s enjoying the show. If he was so inclined, he could join. Though, perhaps he’s deep in a trance.”

“Gods…damned it, Astarion—” 

“Should I stop?” 

“I–I’m so close…” she moaned. “Maybe he’s not…”

“Shall I invite the druid to join us?” He teased. “I’ve seen how you look at him. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t love to have him fucking you senseless.” 

“Astarion— hush… if he is in there I don’t…” she trailed off with another light groan. 

Halsin decided to risk himself—he moved as quietly as he could, crawling on all fours, inching his face closer to the opening in his tent to see if he could glimpse at the two of them. He knew he would regret it, he knew it might not be a good idea, they could easily find him out…there was the risk of him transforming if he got too excited. It felt wrong but if they were going to continue despite thinking he might be there…

“Well we better put on a show for him then, shouldn’t we?” 

Halsin managed to peek out of his tent…he watched Astarion silence Tav with a kiss. She was sitting up against him, her back against his chest. Her shirt was still on, but it was loose, her collar unlaced and pulled aside to allow access to her neck, which was smattered with a couple of oozing bite marks. Her head lolled on his shoulder as she leaned onto him. Astarion was sitting on a raised section of rock that jutted up from the ground, the staggered granite created just the right spot for him to sit upright against, his knees draped over the edge and feet flat on the ground. As far as Halsin could tell, he was still fully clothed, Tav’s bare legs draped over his knees, her weight fully resting against him. Her skirt was hiked all the way up to her waist, held back only by Astarion’s wrist as he splayed her wide open across his lap. He swore his heart was beating loud enough for them to hear it. Would it be wrong for him to give himself some relief? 

He abandoned all sense of guilt as he watched Astarion’s slender fingers disappearing into Tav’s wet, squelching folds. Fingers he wished were inside of him, flesh he wished he was sinking himself into. He wasn’t sure which he wanted more – he wanted both. Halsin was grateful the only piece of clothing he had to struggle with was his underwear, which came off easily enough. He brought himself to his knees and slid them down, leaning carefully against one of the sturdy posts holding his tent up. He cupped his throbbing cock gently and gave it a few light strokes. 

One of Tav’s hands grasped desperately at Astarion’s legs as she thrust into his hand motions, matching his pace, her other hand reached behind her to grab onto his hair while he closed his eyes and drank from her neck again. His expression was peaceful, satisfied, his long lashes contrasting against his ivory skin. Tav’s movements were hypnotic, her body moved like gentle waves at sea as she undulated with his hand movements. Astarion’s free hand moved from her neck and slid over the top of her shirt through the unlaced collar of her camp shirt, Halsin could see his hand moving over her breast beneath the shirt. He grit his teeth as he held back another groan. 

Halsin set a steady pace as he began to stroke himself to the sight of them. He wanted to know what Tav liked…was Astarion just rubbing her nipples? Pinching them? He wanted to see them for himself…he wanted to taste her soft buds and suck them gently between his teeth. He wanted to feel them hardening at his touch as she moaned softly in his ear. He wanted to see what shape nature had sculpted beneath those clothes, to see if her nipples were as pink and pretty as her lips. 

Astarion gently kissed Tav's neck, licking at the wounds he had given her, not letting a drop of her blood go to waste. 

“I can feel you clamping around me, are you going to be good and come for me again? Show that druid what he’s missing if he would just give you a chance…”

Halsin felt the raging beast within him surge at his consciousness and he had to bite his lip to suppress a growl. He wanted Tav so badly, if only she knew how many times he’d had to resist the urge to throw her over his shoulder and carry her off into a secluded glen and claim her body with his. Every fiber of his being itched to feel her soft skin grow sweaty and warm at his touch and to feel her writhing with pleasure beneath him. All he’d wanted since the moment he joined their camp was to have her. He couldn’t indulge…he was so close to his goals. He knew he was often obsessive, he didn’t want to lose focus and she would be his downfall but he craved her so desperately—

“I’m going to—yes…yes…!” She was breathless, her movements becoming erratic as Astarion’s hand moved faster, he adjusted his arm and reached further, diving in deeper.

Halsin matched his pace with theirs, his breath growing ragged. He reached around into one of his bags for some lubricating oils…no sense in denying himself at this point. 

“I bet his cock is nice and big... I’d love to watch him pounding into you, darling. Just picture it…him bending you over and fucking you into oblivion…”

He quietly uncorked the bottle and poured the oil over his hands and let out a relieved sigh as he stroked himself faster…faster…the oils soothing and warming his skin as his hand slid over himself. 

“And what would you be doing?” She said, her voice sounded like she was pleading.

He removed his hand from the tent post and sat back, closing his eyes as he sat in a more relaxed position so he could just focus on his pleasure. He shouldn’t continue to watch, but he could listen…he was so godsdamned close…

“Watching, of course. Unless he wants me on top of him…” 

Halsin let a gasp out as quietly as he could as he leaned himself back onto his other arm…gods he would give anything, anything, for that right now. 

Tav moaned again, louder this time, the sound came from deep in her chest. Her scent was heavier in the air. Halsin’s breathing became shakier as the smell of their combined arousal wafted into his tent. His cock was starting to leak at the thought of being sandwiched between the two of them, rutting into Tav while Astarion was buried deep inside of him. Or better still, being balls-deep in Astarion while he fucked Tav, his thrusts moving both of them—

“Oooh someone loves the idea of that…” Astarion crooned as he heard the unmistakable sounds of Tav reaching the apex of her pleasure, just as Halsin was starting to reach his. He yearned to see her skin flush and her body shaking as she lost control. Honestly he should punish them both for teasing him, for coming into his territory, for continuing to pleasure each other even knowing he might be a witness…

“It’s too much...Astarion…” She gasped. “It feels so good – ah! Fuck…fuck! Astarion!” Another series of loud moans…and then she nearly shrieked: “Fuck me…oh gods… Halsin!”

His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave at the sound of his name escaping from Tav’s lips. He doubled over on his knees, shaking uncontrollably; he had to bite down on his hand to keep from crying out as a hot stream of liquid pleasure escaped from his body, his abdomen twitching, his toes curling, gods damned it all, he wanted them. Badly. Halsin laid down on his back and stared at the ceiling of his tent, panting, spent…and yet still barely feeling satisfied, his cock twitched with his pulse as his heart continued to drum in his chest.

“Careful, darling, don’t stand too fast. What little blood you have left might not be in your legs right now.” Astarion crooned. They were silent for a moment until he heard a soft sucking noise and a pop…like Astarion had sucked on his fingers and pulled them out of his mouth dramatically. 

“You are delicious, my dear.” A pause. “Would you like a taste?”

Silvanus save him. He didn’t need to see them to know Tav was sucking on the fingers that had just been buried deep inside of her…sucking them…licking them…he couldn’t take much more of this. He could clearly imagine her lips caressing his cock, barely fitting her mouth around him...

“You’re teasing me…cheeky pet.” Astarion tutted.

“Aww, does the sad little vampire want more? I’ve already given you so much… you’ll have to ask nicely if you want anything else.” She said in a pouty voice he’d never heard her use before. “I should punish you for teasing me with my little crush on Halsin…”

Halsin knew she had some sort of affection for him…the way her cheeks would turn pink every time he spoke to her drove him mad, but to actually hear it aloud was damn near torturous. His cock twitched, the spark within him reigniting already. He was still so sensitive but nonetheless, he tried to satisfy himself again. He gently gripped his length and stroked slowly, taking long, deep breaths in as he tried to keep himself quiet.

“Please darling, there’s nothing little about your crush–ah!” Halsin could only assume she had managed to get into Astarion’s trousers, or had done something to tease him further like grabbing him, stroking his growing bulge through his tight little leather pants, the ones that hugged his ass just right. 

“Tav…how likely is it that Halsin is in there?” He groaned. “If he’s not in there…what's to say you and I have a little fun on his bedroll?” 

Halsin froze. He should put a stop to this. He should. What would be more embarrassing…them coming into his tent to see him pleasuring himself to them or him walking out of his tent right now? Perhaps they were joking. Surely they wouldn’t take it this far. Halsin quickly searched around for his underwear. He couldn’t find them, not without making noise. An invisibility potion, maybe…a scroll…anything. He wasn’t sure if he was more panicked or more angry that they would put him in this position. 

“Astarion… Gods, you’re so naughty.” She giggled. “We could get caught if he comes back…”

He contemplated turning into some manner of small creature and sneaking away…but alas he had used too much of his magic today. There was no way he could voluntarily focus on shifting right now, either. It didn't necessarily need to be embarassing... maybe he should embrace the moment. Maybe he deserved a night of passion, just one night wouldn't ruin him.

“We could get caught out here, too.”

“We could already be caught.” 

He heard footsteps approaching and the sound of Tav giggling and their lips smacking together growing closer. 

Halsin would just have to embrace the moment as it unfolded.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

There will be a part two, as soon as I decide how I want the next part to play out. but I pinky promise there will be one!!!!! I've already started writing it!!!

There is a possibility of me writing two endings. tbh, the direction I go might depend on what feedback I get, so let me know what you'd like to see happen :3

[etheries1015]

Malleus X (Flirty and almost shameless) Reader - A...confession? Kind of?

warning: not really proof read, gender neutral reader

tw: None, maybe some second hand embarrassment BUAHA

"Prefect... I... I like you! I admire you, and I think you're so attractive and kind and you're always helping others-"

"I'm gonna stop you there. I'm flattered, I really am, and it takes a lot of courage to face your feelings like that. however I will let you know I am in fact in love with someone already, so I'm going to have to say no."

Malleus felt his heart drop into his stomach, he hadn't felt this way from such small words spoken by another person before. Before he knew it he found himself holding his breath, continuing to listen, hoping to hear you speak more in depth of this love you spoke fondly of. He continued to listen closely to the events transpiring before him, almost yearning for you to comfort his doubts.

"I-I see..." The other males voice said, cracking slightly, "well..I hope whoever they are...you're h-happy.." Another voice crack. He was defintently crying at this point. Foot steps scurried away from the dorm, as you let out a deep sigh and turned in the direction of the eavesdropper.

"Malleus, I can see your horns poking through the top of that pillar you 're attempting to hide behind. You're not very slick," you chuckled, to which Malleus revealed himself embarssingly from behind the pillar of the worn down building.

"...Apologies for eavesdropping, that's incredibly unbecoming of me. However, Who, might I ask, were you speaking about when you said you have someone else in your affections?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before looking up at him with a tilted head, a look of pure confusion before you said,

"Who else? Of course it's you, Tsunotaro."

Malleus could not hide the obvious shock at this revelation, green eyes wide and jaw slacked open as if he was trying to find the words to reply yet nothing was coming out for nothing felt right to say in this moment. You were so brazen to confess your affections were for the draconic prince of Briar Valley in such an uncouth and 'improper' way? Malleus almost laughed out loud at this.

You must have felt that something was off with your confession in the way Malleus reacted, and quickly tried to remedy yourself.

"Oh, but i'll make sure to show that my feelings are true! I just wanted you to know right away that nobody else has my sights, yeah?" You giggled nervously, "Okay, how about this, we pretend that absolutely none of this happened, and you meet me at ramshackle! I have a suprise for you!"

"...Shall I consider this an official invite?"

"Of course!" You smiled brightly, "I, (y/n), prefect of Ramshackle dorm hereby officially invite you, Malleus Draconia, to a date located tonight at 8PM in the Ramshackle garden. Got it?" The bell rang signifying it was time for classes to begin, you had walked away from the fae waving and calling out;

"Don't be late! Tonight, at 8PM! I'll be sad if you're not there!!"

Malleus watched as your lively figure skipped away, smiling to himself he couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

"How shameless of them!" He snickered to himself, "I shall indeed look forward to how tonight's events unfold."

Although incredibly straight forward and unable to hide yourself, it was truly one of the biggest charms Malleus was attracted to. You always knew how to surprise him, and he was certain you would be the one for him, blunt or otherwise.

~~~

slowly but surely getting through my 20+ drafts...some are in here from over a year ago bro...

[sarahisslytherin]

•❣•୨୧ 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 - 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙞 ୨୧•❣•

benedict bridgerton x princess!reader

summary: you and benedict have been sneaking out every chance you get.

contains: lots of romantic fluff and a dash of whorishness.

a/n: part two of the new series! hope you guys enjoy! PART I

word count: 1.4k

The garden beneath your window is cast in the pale glow of moonlight. The king has retired to his chambers and so have most of the servants. The wind blows gently into your bedroom from the open balcony window, the curtains waving softly as if inviting you out. You stand from your bed, the hairs at the back of your neck standing from excitement. You step out onto the balcony, immediately bathed in moonlight. As you run your fingers across the marble balustrade, you can’t keep your mind from running wild with all the possible scenarios that could play out tonight. You rest your head in the divot of your palm and gaze wistfully out onto the garden before you.

You don’t realize how lost in thought you are until your attention is caught by the rustling of grass. “Princess?” you hear Benedict’s voice call out for you. You look down and meet his eyes. He has only been able to pull this trick – sneaking onto the royal grounds past midnight – a handful of times, so it never fails to surprise you when you find his azure eyes shining beneath your window. He gasps as if the air is taken out of his lungs. “You know, your beauty never fails to take my breath away.”

You laugh incredulously. You have grown accustomed to hollow flattery your entire life and struggle to believe each one of Benedict’s Shakespearean compliments. But you say nothing of it, for the adoration in his gaze is evident and you wouldn’t dare doubt its sincerity. 

“Such a flirt.” you tell him and he smirks boyishly. “Just a moment, I’ll be right down.” You slink back into your chamber and out into the hall. Your white nightgown and floral robes flow as you glide down the crystal-clean stairs and out into the garden. There you find Benedict, his black coat making him seem more mysterious and dangerous than you know him to be. He takes your hands in his own and brings them to his lips, where he places a gentle kiss. “How I have longed to see you, my dear.”

“I feel the same.” you say, still catching your breath. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” You feel more electricity in this simple embrace than you have in years of dancing at balls and being courted by men of royal blood. Benedict smiles;  a sweet, earnest smile. He looks down nervously, fishing something out of his coat pocket before placing a sealed envelope in your hands. 

“For you to read later, when I am gone.” he says, bringing his thumb and forefinger up to hold your chin affectionately.  Though it has been a matter of mere weeks, what began as intense infatuation has inevitably begun to blossom into what can only be described as the purest form of love. The thrill of sneaking off with Benedict, or of reading the poetry he sends you nearly on a daily basis has become a sort of drug to you, a high you will never tire of chasing. However, it is in moments like these, when it is only the two of you and the moon as witness, that are filled with a tenderness that you feel will last forever. You open your palm and try to peek at what is scribbled on the inside of the envelope, cheekily holding it up against the moonlight.

“Very funny.” Benedict clicks his tongue and tickles your ribs, eliciting a laugh from you. “God, there is no sound I love more than that of your laughter. And to know I am the cause of it; well, that it makes it all that much lovelier.”

You smile before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and pulling away. But the moment is short-lived as Benedict pulls you in for a true kiss, one filled to the brim with passion and yearning, and perhaps a bit of lust. “Now, my dear.” you reprimand him half-heartedly. “We shan’t get carried away.”

“Of course, Princess.” he nods pliantly, but his voice is dripping with mischief as his head dips to plant a trail of kisses down the crook of your neck. He knows all too well that this act never fails to make you weak at the knees. “Surely we are both fully capable of abstaining from our desires, especially such a distinguished woman as yourself.”

“Oh, you are terrible, Benedict!” you push him off you, a scowl on your face. But one look at his roguish face and you are smiling in spite of yourself. “You are terrible and wonderful all at once.” 

“What conflicting reports.” he teases you. You feel as if you could jest this way with him for an eternity, simply laughing and kissing and smiling as lovers do. You try to picture it for a moment, a future with him. Your father would never approve. Benedict is the son of a Viscount and a member of arguably one of the finest families in London, but he has no title and is certainly not of royalty. You fear this love you have only just begun is fated to end sooner or later. But you do your best to push that thought away at present because Benedict is here and lovestruck and gazing at you starry-eyed. 

You awaken when your ladies in waiting rouse you from your sleep. You reluctantly stand and are almost immediately poured into today’s gown, the corset bodice somewhat constricting your lungs. As soon as you are left alone once again, you dash over to your vanity, sitting before the mirror as you rummage through a drawer and produce the envelope Benedict had given only the night before. You rip it open with a letter opener, your eyes eager to take in the words on the page. You recognize it almost instantly. It is a poem dedicated to you, one by Byron.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

You swoon, nearly sighing as you press the parchment to your beating heart. You decide that to be adored like this is truly one of the greatest kinds of bliss this life has to offer. You reluctantly part with your reminder of Benedict as you are summoned to see the king. The servants seem to be exchanging whispers as you make your way through the endless corridors of the palace in search of your father. You cannot find a cause for it, but there is a growing feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach when you enter his parlor.  You find him in quite a jovial mood, sipping his tea and flicking through the pages of a dusty book. “You called for me, Papa?”

“Ah, yes! My dear, I have news for you.” he says, a wide grin on his weathered features. “Now, I know you will probably not be ecstatic to hear it, but I have found a suitor for you. Well, not truly a suitor. You see, you will be marrying him come summer. It would be an excellent alliance and it is about time you assume your responsibilities as the princess.”

Your heart sinks to your stomach. “Papa! No! You can’t do this to me! You cannot make me marry a total stanger!”

The king’s smile now fades, replaced with an authoritative scowl. “You will do as I say, child. If not for the good of our family, at the very least, for the good of England. You will meet this prince and as the season comes to an end there will be a wedding, and it will be yours. My decision is final.”

You find yourself gasping for breath, turning on your heel to storm out. You find an empty corridor and lean on a wall before sinking down to the palace floor as you weep. There are too many thoughts racing through your mind to count, and the one you cannot cast aside is that of Benedict, with his boyish charm and romantic poetry. It seems your forever with him was doomed from the very start.

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Fear is a game for children

Aemond X Aemond Wife Reader X Daemon

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Warnings:: Mentions of menstruation, Some sexism, Dubious consent, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Multiple partners. (P in V Sex *Brief mention*)

Being married to a Targaryen prince wasn't half as bad as you had initially expected.

Your husband wasn't exactly warm and loving, but he was respectful, performed his marital duty, and made sure that you were comfortable throughout the process.

Yet you yearned for something more. Something other women spoke about. Not just comfort during the act but actual pleasure. The idea is that you did not need to simply be grateful that the act does not hurt but that you could derive actual pleasure from it.

You had brought this topic up to your husband multiple times. Trying to address what you were sure was a sensitive subject with the utmost gentleness.

At first, Aemond would hear nothing of it, only chastising you for your lewdness. But true to form for Aemond, being told that he was inadequate in anything would motivate him, and try he did, and he improved trying difference postions and pacing, preening at your positive encouragement. That came to an abrupt halt once your moonblood reared its head.

You had heard from your mother and other ladies of the court about the benefits of intimate connection with your husband even at this time, yet Aemond was entirely averse to the idea. Unsanitary and of no purpose being his selected terms. You took no offense to this. You knew how stubborn to change Aemond is. His ability to try something new is limited to the training yard or on the back of Vhagar. He had already done more than you had expected.

You learned quickly that the best time to get things from your husband was when he has had some wine. He is much more...... agreeable, in this state.

Viserys' big birthday feast tonight would be the perfect venue. Everyone knew it would most likely be his last so it was expected to be a grand affair, and a grand affair is was.

So, partway through the evening festivities, you find yourself sitting alone with a slightly wine soaked version of your husband. Your fingertips gently tapping on the table. You knew this may be your moment. Your moment to explain to him why this would be a positive for you both and your growing connection.

"Husband," you open conversation gently, your voice soft as snow.

"Wife?" He turns his head toward you, a small wrinkle creasing his forehead.

You love that little wrinkle. The wrinkle that tells you he is listening, that you have his attention even though his eye is not on you.

"Do you remember the conversation we had this morning?"

Aemonds back stiffens slightly, and he turns his head back to facing forward.

"I do. My opinion on the matter has not changed, " he replies dryly. His fingers lightly tapping on the smooth wooden table they rested upon.

"There are benefits, husband." You lower your voice as much as possible,"others have told me....."

He whips his head toward you, bringing his mouth close to the side of your head. "Do not tell me of your lecherous conversations with the dim-witted ladies of this court." He hisses between clenched teeth "it is beneath your station"

You open your mouth to retort but are cut short by a dark chuckle emanating from behind you.

Daemon Targaryen leans against the wall, his frame tall, his shoulders broad. His short white hair slicked back, with a smile that creeps up his face before settling behind his sharp lilac eyes.

"Oh dear nephew! Must you be such a prude? Must be the Hightower in you." Daemon swirls his wine around his goblet, his eyes trained on you, but his words meant for your husband.

"I find myself quite intrigued by your wife's lascivious conversations and would be quite pleased to hear more." he pushes himself off the wall, bringing his free hand to your shoulder, "do continue, princess."

Your words catch in your throat as heat rises to your face. Your husband and his uncle exchange some choice words in hushed tones, but you can't hear them over the rush of blood pounding in your ears.

You are finally torn from your mental whirlwind when your husband abruptly grips your hand pulling you harshly to your feet.

"My wife and I wish to retire. As always, it has been the utmost pleasure to speak with you, uncle. " Aemonds words are polite, yet the venom in his tone could not be clearer.

As your husband pulls you out of the banquet hall and through the corridors of the redkeep, your stomach is doing somersaults. It is not easy to provoke the wrath of your husband. As his wife, he has always used gentle hands with you, though embarrassment is not something he takes lightly.

You try not to imagine the fate that awaits you behind your chamber door, where Aemond will be free to let you know exactly how he feels about the shame you have clearly brought upon him.

The tapping of your feet against the stone floor echoes through the corridors. Your soft steps, your husband's harsh steps, and a third set of steps heavier than yours yet lighter than your husband's and trailing behind you

You audibly gulp before turning your head to glance behind you but before you can fully turn your head your husband yanks you forward.

"Dear uncle. Your accommodations are back towards the hall. I fear you may not be headed in the right direction. " Aemond attempts to exude an air of confidence, but the gentle shake to his voice is unmistakable, especially to a predator like the rogue prince himself.

"You fear a lot of things, sweet nephew, if I am to understand our previous conversation" Daemon continues following you and Aemond through the corridors, even as Aemond increases his pace nearly dragging you along the floor.

"Dragons fly! They do not run!" Daemon chuckles heartily as he picks up his pace as well. You can't help but admire the confidence in his voice, in his swagger. It's something you see Aemond becoming once time has had a chance to mature him.

When you reach your chambers, Aemond practically shoves you through the door. Turning his body hastily in an attempt to get the door shut. Just as the door is near to close in slips, the tip of a boot.

"Uncle," Aemond growls his hands grip the door tightly, his arm muscles flexing.

"Yes, it is me," Daemon chuckles as he pushes through the door as if Aemond is a mere fly he was swatting from his face.

"The hour has grown quite late. My lady wife and I wish to retire... tis hardly the time for company" Aemond holds his arm out towards his uncle in an attempt to corral him back out the open door.

"Oh, but I have been left unsatisfied by our earlier conversation and a dragon...... well, we simply can not go unsatisfied. " Daemon feigns a smile toward Aemond before setting his sights on you.

"Now princess, if you wish for me to take my leave, I will. Just as soon as you tell me the subject of these conversations with the ladies of the court. The conversations that serve to upset my nephew so much." Daemon wiggles his eyebrows at you before settling himself in one of the chairs placed before the hearth in your marriage chambers.

"Well......" You trail off unsure of what you should do. You're placed in a room with two quarreling dragons, and you feel the fire breathing down your neck. You look toward your husband for some guidance, but he simply looks down.

"We speak about girlish things. Things I am sure would bore you greatly, my prince."

"Hmmm...." Daemon scratches his chin, his smirk returning to his face when he sees how uncomfortable Aemond is.

"What kind of girlish things was my dear nephew chastising you for? For I am sure it was not because you spoke of gowns, balls, or childbearing. " Daemon starts to tap his foot, and your stomach curls.

You know the situation you are in. You refuse Daemon and meet his wrath now, or you appease Daemon and meet Aemond's wrath later. You decide you are better off calming your husband then to attempt to avoid the questions asked by the elder dragon prince.

"We spoke of benefits." You clear your throat and pull and the neckline of your gown, the material suddenly tight around your neck and heavy upon your frame.

"This bores me" Daemon drawls annoyed. "What is it?"

"The benefits of...... intimate moments with one's husband... during.... well..... when a lady has her moonblood. " As the words leave your lips, you turn your head to the side in a desperate attempt to not look at your husband.

"Is that it?" Daemon laughs loudly. Though the laughter is not joyful, instead it is condescending.

"Oh, nephew! You are supposed to be a dragon! Yet you fear a little blood?" Daemon stands up hastily from his chair. He casts a sideways look towards Aemond before smirking and making his way to you swiftly, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Uncle......" Aemond voice is a low growl and he stands with his legs spread slightly apart.

"It is wholly unsurprising that you have yet to...... bloody your blade. " Daemon snickers his back, turned away from Aemond, his arm still around your waist. "Such a fearful boy. Now pay attention. I am about to teach you a lesson you would be wise to learn...."

With that, Daemon tightens his grip around your waist, walking you backward toward the bed you share with your husband, pushing you gently until you land softly on your back.

"Nephew. As a dragon....." Daemon leans down, pushing your dress up your legs and around your hips. "Blood is not something we fear." He deftly wraps his fingers around the band of your small clothes, quickly pulling them down your legs before discarding them.

"Come" Daemon beckons Aemond to stand behind him, Aemond stays rooted in place at first but after a sharp look of annoyance from Daemon he slowly walks over until he is behind him.

Daemon brings his hand to your heat opening you up with his fingers. His hands are cold, sending a shiver up your spine.

"Are you sore princess?" Daemon's question pours over you like warm water, the chill running down your spine replaced with a heat.

"Why would she be?" Aemond's voice cuts through your haze briefly.

Daemon pinches his nose before turning to look at Aemond. "Because, ladies can be sore during this time. you tout around all of your knowledge yet do not know this?"

Aemond scoffs and turns his head. "The affairs of women are hardly my concern"

You try to keep the thoughts in your head from displaying on your face.

"The comfort of your wife should be your concern Aemond" Daemon runs his fingers through your folds swiping the pads of his middle and forefinger over your pearl. "however do you cope princess?"

Your back arches slightly at the touch, a soft sigh slipping out from between your lips.

"Such a responsive thing. You are a man of good fortune Aemond. Unfortunate that you have squandered it until now."

Daemon brings his head down between your thighs rolling his tongue over your clit, humming as he goes.

Your reaction is instant. Aemond has never gone down on you at all let alone during your cycle. Your hands quickly find their way into Daemon's hair pulling him closer.

Your eyes shoot open as his slides one cold long finger into your heat, crooking it upwards and exploring your insides. You look for Aemond, slightly raising your head and find him frozen. His one pupil blown and taking in the sight before him.

You moan loudly as the lewd wet sounds of Daemon's mouth sucking and licking at your heat ring loud around the room. You feel that pressure that you have experienced very few times start to build in your lower stomach, tightening like a coil, ready to pop loose at any moment.

Daemon lifts his head from you, your juices and moonblood are a cloudy mixture that drip down his chin.

"Give in for me sweet girl, show your husband what you look like when a man does as he should" Daemon growls as he brings his face back down to your heat, biting gently and sucking harshly on your swollen nub.

The pleasure that had been building in your lower stomach reaches a pinnacle and crashes over you like a wave, your back arching off the bed, nothing else exists for you in this moment aside from your pleasure and the momentary relief you feel from you feminine aches.

The noises you make are unbecoming for a lady of your standing but not even the 7 could keep you quiet now.

Daemon leans back on his haunches, a sly smirk on his face clearly pleased with himself. "And that, dear nephew, is what a satisfied woman looks like, a new view for you, of that i am sure."

Aemond angrily shoves Daemon to the side causing him to lose his balance temporarily.

"You are most welcome princess" Daemon taunts haughtily, he makes no moves to clean off his face instead focused on Aemond who has now lowered his own face to your heat desperately attempting to recreate the scene he just witnessed.

"Slower nephew. There is a build up that must be done"

Aemond slows his movements suddenly, the overstimulation you were feeling calms to a gentle wave of pleasure as your husband flicks his tongue across your sweet pearl.

Daemon gets up and crawls onto the bed kneeling beside you.

"Princess..." He coos directly into your ear while pushing your hair back. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Y-Yes" your breaths are short and broken, each stroke of Aemond tongue across you overstimulated clit cause a small twitch.

"That is good." Daemon brings his lips to yours pushing his tongue into your mouth, the taste of wine and copper fills your mouth heightening your pleasure as it once again builds.

You bring your hands down to Aemond's hair using it as an anchor to hold him in place as you take your pleasure from him rubbing yourself against his prominent nose as he shoves his tongue into your clenching entrance.

Your hips roll as you move climbing up that wall of pleasure once again, Daemon trails bloody kisses down your neck and over your cleavage, before grasping your left breast, kneading the fatty flesh beneath his palm.

"You are taking much longer than I did nephew" He taunts his mouth up against the side of your throat, biting a nibbling at the sensitive flesh there.

Aemond takes this taunt as a challenge pressing two fingers into your core and flattening his tongue against your pearl. His fingers digging into the fatty flesh of your thighs.

The stimulation of your core, mixed with Daemon's tight grip of your breast and needy kisses sends you hurtling back towards your peak.

"Aemond... please Aemond" you gasp as you feel your body tense, a small tremble spreading throughout your entire frame.

"Hmmmm" Aemond hums applying more pressure to your pearl and pushing his fingers into your body at an accelerated pace.

"One more time for us princess" Daemon whispers into your ear, gently biting at the lobe.

"One more!" You gasp out before succumbing to your orgasm.

You gasp loudly, feeling as if you could take all the air in the room into your lungs and it still wouldn't be enough.

Aemond raises his head slowly from between your legs the same mixture dripping down his face and covering the tips of his white hair.

His eye connects with yours as he stands and starts to loosen the laces of his trousers.

Daemon pulls away from your neck and watches Aemond as he pushes himself into your core in one swift motion, his face and hair still covered in your blood, his ravenous eye upon you and his fingers digging so deeply into your thighs you are sure he will soon break skin.

"And now nephew....." Daemon chuckles and slightly pushes back his hair. "you finally look like a dragon"

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“don’t think that, okay?”

alhaitham x reader

sypnosis: alhaithams distance becomes unbearable

warnings: angst, no comfort, arguments

“you’ve had quite a bit to drink tonight.”

your eyes met his with a glare as he stepped into your shared apartment. he was hours late, per usual.

“is that really all you’re gonna say? seriously? this is so fucking funny.” you scoffed out, blood beginning to boil in your veins. you might have been under the influence, but you weren’t drunk enough to not be upset by his late arrival, once again.

“what?” alhaitham’s stoic expression scrunched up into a face of annoyance as he looked at your form on the couch, bottle in hand.

“are we done?” you asked quietly, grip on the cool glass bottle faltering.

a loud groan escaped alhaithams lips as he stepped forward, talking the bottle from your grip and slamming it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“you just want it to be done, don’t you? you’re foolish to think you can keep me to yourself all the time, i have a life outside of you. we can be done. fine. whatever.” he spat coldly.

your emotions got the best of you. the saddest living in the deepest parts of your heart, your yearning for his words and company once more, clashing with his anger and annoyance. it brought you to tears.

“i’m sorry i just, i miss you so much to the point that it hurts.” you whispered, your eyes closing gently. a headache had formed by your cries, luring you into a restless sleep.

a few minutes had passed as a silence enveloped the room. with a lack of alhaitham’s response, you drifted off to sleep. with a heavy sigh, alhaitham planted a kiss on your head.

“i don’t want you to think that, because it’ll never be true.” he mumbled before the warmth of his hand left your head.

the early chirping of the birds stirred you from your uncomfortable slumber. rubbing your eyes, you noticed the stillness around you.

there wasn’t a single sound in the entire apartment. the gentle sounds of your feet padding around the apartment broke the silence as you walked over to your shared bedroom.

“haitham?” you called out, only to be met with a fixed bed. vacant of any warmth from the mentioned man.

“what?” your blood went cold as you realized just what this could have meant. you rushed over to his closet, throwing the doors open. it was completely empty.

“no, no, no. stop it.” you whispered.

you rushed around the apartment, noticing every belonging of his was now gone.

fumbling for your phone, you check all of your social media just to be met with an “account not found” notification. hastily typing texts out to his contact, you weren’t greeted by a delivered sign. “how could you do this? how could you leave me.”

a/n: my bf of two years left me two days ago nd just like that woke up to being blocked on everything after i fell asleep stoned af. i am coping..

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I saw you did royal Bodyguard poly!marauders to sunshine!reader, ans I was wondering if we could get something like that but instead reader is a little sneakt bitch who uses escaping her bodyguards as a fun pastime?????

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You’re about to take a sip from your cup when your wrist is gripped by a strong hand, stopping it from reaching your mouth. 

“You have no idea what’s in there.” 

“Hi, Jamie,” you shoot him a smile, warm and loose all over from the drinks you’ve already had. “Sure I do. It’s a rum and coke. Pretty straightforward, actually.” 

“He means,” Remus says, prying your fingers from around the cup and setting it on the bar, “that you probably weren’t watching to see if anyone slipped something into it, and unfortunately for you, we weren’t here to do it for you.” 

You don’t have to look around to know Sirius will be here as well, your three bodyguards relentless and nearly impossible to shake. Still, you’re a bit proud you’d managed to get free for a little over an hour tonight. That’s not an easy task. 

“No one here is going to drug me,” you say, though you know that’s not strictly true, and you go on before one of them can contradict you. “How’d you find me anyway?” 

James gives you a deadpan look, the closest thing you ever get to anger from him. “If we told you, you’d just figure out how to get around it next time.” He sets a hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently away from the bar. “Come on, let’s go home.” 

“I don’t want to go home,” you say, and despite your best intentions, your voice comes out with a petulant edge. “Why can’t we stay here?”

“You know very well you’re allowed to go out,” Remus says as he and James steer you towards the exit. “But we haven’t had time to look around this place, and you’re supposed to be studying at Kate’s.” 

“So this is a punishment.” It’s not a question, but Sirius answers you anyway, draping an arm around your shoulders as you meet him by the door. 

“Yes, it is,” he says lightly. “You almost killed Remus tonight, doll, and attempted murder deserves a time-out at the very least.” 

Even whilst scolding you, Sirius’ voice is teasing. Between the three of them, you know he’s the least upset with you. He might be a bit frustrated, sure, but he seems to also harbor a tiny bit of respect or understanding for what he calls your ill-timed rebellious phase. Though to be fair, you’d never had much cause for rebellion before your mom had forced a security detail upon you. You were used to doing whatever you wanted, and what you wanted had never seemed so wild until one day you needed permission to go outside and your privacy was blown to smithereens. 

You step out into the cool night air, and Sirius rubs your upper arm when you shiver. Remus leads you all towards the parking lot, and you’re secretly glad to be able to get into a warm car even if you’re still stubbornly yearning for the mundanity of the bus. 

“I know you think of running off as trying to get back some sort of freedom,” James says, and his voice is gentler now if not quite friendly, “but it’s not going to feel like freedom if while you’re off by yourself one of your mom’s…critics,” he decides, using the most delicate term possible, “takes the opportunity to kidnap you.” 

“Or kill you.” Remus says gruffly, his posture extra-stiff as he scans the parking lot, eyes skimming over every dark corner and potentially occupied vehicle. 

“Their issue is with her, not me,” you sigh, somewhere between frustrated and resigned. “You should be protecting her.” 

“She’s got her own detail,” Remus reminds you. “And it wouldn’t be the first time extremists have targeted a politician’s family to get at them.” 

You’re silent at that, and the boys let you stew in it, the memory of your mother’s face when she’s gotten the news that her coworker’s son had been killed in their home. She’d grieved for her friend that day, but her panic had been for herself. For you. 

“We’ve got to find a way around this need to escape, angel,” James says, opening the door to the backseat and offering you a hand in. You nod hello to Marcus, your mom’s driver, whose duties have apparently been extended to picking you up when you go “missing” for an hour or two. Sirius gets in on your other side, Remus taking the passenger seat. “Are we really so awful to be around?”

“No,” you say, though you know the question was meant in jest. They deserve to know anyway. “You guys are great. It’s your job that’s the problem.” 

“Unfortunately, it’s still our job,” Remus says, turning around to fix you with a look. It works, and you shrink in your seat. Remus is such a kind, gentle soul, especially considering his profession, so when he focuses his disapproval like this, it always leaves you feeling thoroughly shamed. “Every time you slip off, we have to act as if you’ve been kidnapped, even if we know better. And you very well could be kidnapped. You just—” He shakes his head, and guilt sprouts, winding and thorny, in your gut. “—I don’t think you understand the danger you’re putting yourself in when you do this.”

You nod, forcing yourself to look him in the eye so he knows you’re really listening. “I’m sorry. I’ll…” you sigh, indignation eating at you even as you give in. “I’ll try to work with you guys more.”

“That’s all we’re asking, sweetheart,” James says, bumping your shoulder with his lightly, and you know you’re at least mostly forgiven. 

“For tonight,” Sirius drawls, “are you going to actually stay in your room, or is one of us going to have to tie you to the bed?” He winks. “Because if you need me to, I can totally do that, dollface.”

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"grumbling" and "narrowed eyes" for carlos?

in my dream – cs55

Carlos tries his best to keep you from leaving him lonely.

auds here... title from this but i listened to this on loop while writing (1d girls unite!!!! i was a true blue zayn girl!!!!!)

“That is my shirt.”

You stare at the buttons you’ve been nipping at, realizing a tad too late that it is Carlos’ polo, a plain white one similar to yours, which is somewhere else on the floor. Caught, you turn and find your boyfriend half-awake, sleepy eyes staring at your half-dressed figure. Smiling at his drowsy expression, you roll your eyes.

He likes when you wake up before he does. He finds you on his chest, drawing idle patterns; in the shower, where he almost always joins you; or like today, getting dressed to leave before anybody spots you on his floor. But even in a rush, with your hair all fussed up and a bed mark across your face, he still feels he’s caught in a dream.

“Okay, mister.” You make quick work of unbuttoning the several bottom rows, exaggerating the movement so Carlos sees you’re not in some thick plot to steal his Hugo Boss shirt.

He squints. “And those are my hotel slippers.” 

You laugh. “I’ll take them off, then. I was going to anyway, I don’t think they allow cloth slippers in the media pen.”

Dissatisfied, he presses on. “That’s also my bracelet.” He sits up, smiling mischievously, and heaves himself off to take both your wrists and drag you back to bed. “And my hair elastic.” He swipes his thumb over the bracelet and elastic on your left wrist.

“I doubt that,” you say, climbing atop his lap despite yourself. You have work, you have to sneak out before anyone sees and starts a flurry of nasty rumors—but he’s always been good at convincing you to stay. “Your new haircut means you can barely tie a loop around it.” You rake your fingers through his blunt-cut hair.

“Well,” he says, shrugging, “it’s true. And you cannot leave until you have given all these back.” He stamps a kiss onto your jaw. “Sí?” He moves lower, to your exposed collarbones, the area of skin left uncovered by his slouchy polo. He smiles into your skin, smelling faintly of your perfume mixed with his.

“Carlos,” you mutter, pushing lightly despite smiling. “I gotta go.”

He parts from you and narrows his eyes. “Don’t.”

“I’ll get fired,” you quip, buttoning two more. He reaches up to unbutton them and you gasp. “Carlos!”

“You still haven’t given back my…” he inspects your outfit to point out something “of his.” “…Shorts.”

“These are your shorts?” You tug on the hem of the denim that hugs your thighs, clearly not his.

“Fine. My panties.”

“Carlos.” You can’t help but laugh at his desperation, endeared by the fact that he needs you close by all the time. “If you’re into that, we can talk about it in bed tonight.”

“Your report can be about how good I am in bed,” he jokes, hugging you close. You kiss his head and clamber off, pulling your sandals on. 

“As a journalist, I’m a firm believer in not spreading fake news,” you say, laughing as you grab your bag and escape the hotel room.

You fix your hair before leaving, still hearing him grumble with early onset separation anxiety on the other side of the door, which opens when you’re just two paces shy of it—

—and a hand comes through and yanks you in for one last kiss, sweet and yearning for more. “Good luck today,” he says. “I love you, miss reporter.”

“Good luck too,” you mumble into his lips, smiling. “Love you more, Carlito.” 

[kteezy997]

Chocolate Boss- Part Three//W.W.

Part one part two

Warnings: boss/employee dynamic, fluff, smut, cowgirl, cursing, doggy, oral sex female receiving, missionary cock warming

You were so horny and needy for Mr. Wonka. You’d been thinking about him all day as you worked at the factory. You knew it was morally and ethically wrong to lust after your boss, but it was so delicious being with him. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

You wanted your fantasies to come true tonight. You wanted to finally have sex with him; he had such a nice, big cock, you remembered how it felt slipping and sliding between your breasts. But now you wanted him inside you, pumping you with the thick, veiny shaft, and filling you with his warm cream. You wanted him to have his way with you.

You knocked lightly on the office door, “Mr. Wonka?”

“Come in.” came his voice on the other side.

You opened the door, seeing him at his desk, scowling at the papers scattered about the surface of the desk. “What is the matter, sir?”

He looked up at you, his expression softened up, “Oh, nothing. Just some numbers from the store aren’t adding up correctly. It’s frustrating.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Wonka, is there anything I can do?”

He sighed, taking a seat, “Just your presence is enough, my darling girl.” he said, holding his arms out to you, making ‘come to me’ motions with his fingers.

You went directly to him, hugging him.

Willy pulled you into his lap, slipping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, Mr. Wonka.” you said, innocently.

He frowned, a little taken aback, “You could never bother me, and please, call me Willy.” he pinched your side playfully, “We are way beyond formalities.”

You giggled, shoving his tickling hand away, “I know. I just like to call you Mr. Wonka sometimes.” you let your fingers trail over his little scarf and shirt collar, “It’s kinda hot, like we’re doing something forbidden when we are in here together.”

Willy smirked, “Hmm, perhaps we could do something forbidden right now.” he suggested, “You’re wearing a skirt, it could be easy.”

“Oh, can we, Willy?” you asked, moving to straddle him, and grabbing his shoulders.

“Of course,” he kissed you, “we still haven’t gone all the way, ya know.” He put his arm around your waist.

“I know, and I’ve been wanting to so badly.” you put your forehead on his as you cupped his handsome face, “You turn me in so much, Willy Wonka. I can’t even focus on work because I catch a glimpse of you around the factory and then I can’t stop thinking about you.” you started to rock your hips, humping his lap like an animal in heat.

“The same thing happens to me.” his mesmerizing green eyes bore into yours, you could feel the mutual yearning from him. “I think about you every minute of the day. You never stray from my mind, even when you aren’t near.” he tucked his hand behind your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You felt his hand slip between your legs, and he touched your pussy. You knew what was coming.

Willy pulled away from your lips and gasped, “You’re not wearing panties?” he whisper screamed in surprise.

“No sir. Do you like that?” you giggled, moving in his lap a little bit.

He leaned in exceptionally close to your face, “Yes, I like that.” he captured your lips once again.

As he kissed you, you reached down to undo his trousers and let his hard cock free.

Willy sat back in the office chair, and helped you settle down onto the length of his cock. You both let out soft moans as he was sheathed inside of you.

“Oh, Willy, oh it’s so big.” you trembled, shuddering against him as you tried to pick up a rhythm with your hips.

“You can take it, go on, my sweet.” he cooed, placing his hands on your lower back.

You held onto Willy’s shoulders as you moved and became more confident in your thrusts.

His eyes wandered down to your breasts as they bounced in your low cut blouse that you picked specifically for work today.

You smirked to yourself, quickening your pace, gripping his shoulders harder.

Somehow, Willy shifted his body, gave your butt a push and he was even deeper inside of you.

You gasped, looked down and he was eyeing you from below, his mouth agape. You felt his tip hit your cervix with each of your soft pumps onto his lap. “Willy..” you whimpered.

He put a hand on each of your ass cheeks, and rammed his hips up into you.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried, clasping your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his skin as his cock ruined your wet hole in the best way. You heard his thighs clapping against your cheeks, felt the friction inside your pussy that made you tremble. Actual sex with him was worth the wait.

Just as your pussy went numb from his cock, he pulled out and picked you up as he stood from the chair. He swiped his arm across his desk, sending all of the office supplies tumbling to the floor. Next, he spun you around, gave you a light shove and with a huff, you were chest first on the top of his desk.

You held yourself with your hands flat on the desk. Willy hands went to your ass, and soon you felt his tip on your clit, wiggling and sliding along the sensitive bundle there. “Mmm.” you moaned, your body shivering against your will.

With a sharp thrust of his hips, Willy’s cock was shoved inside of you again, and his hands claimed your waist. He pumped into you at a fast and steady pace, the head of his cock bumping your g-spot with each movement. You were reduced to a whimpering, moaning mad woman.

You raised up as best as you could and looked back at him: he was watching his cock as it entered and retracted from you over and over, all while removing his clothing, first the scarf that was snuggly wrapped around his neck, then his vest, then his shirt, all were tossed to the floor in order. Lastly, he kicked off his trousers. His beautifully trim body and porcelain skin was pure art in your eyes.

You found yourself pushing your own hips back at him, meeting his thrusts. You just wanted more, and you wanted it hard and fast. God, you just wanted him, nothing else but Willy Wonka.

He grinned and chuckled at you, “y/n, you’ll be the death of me. You feel so good. You’re my angel.” his hands slid upwards on your back, kneading his thumbs there as he fucked you.

It all felt so warm and sensual. But Willy was apparently full of surprises. Again, you were moved, this time onto your back, and he spread your legs open. You gasped as he dipped his face between them, he lapped on your clit, then nibbled lightly on it. You cried out his name softly, but on repeat like a broken record.

Willy had kneeled onto the ground to eat you out. He held your thighs tightly in his hands. You could hear him moan as he massaged his tongue on your clit.

Your legs started to shake as your entire lower body was filled with pleasure. You watched Willy work his pretty mouth on you and you put your hand in his curls, pushing them back away from his eyes. You felt like a lightning bolt struck your pussy as he made eye contact with you, while sucking on your clit.

“Ughhh!” you cried, your whole body trembling with your orgasm.

Willy had to keep his grip on your legs so you wouldn’t squish his head with them.

You relaxed onto the desk, trying to breathe and come down from your high. You saw Willy’s sly smile as he climbed onto the desk over you. You tucked your legs on either side of him, and your hands went to his torso area, feeling his flushed skin that was slightly damp with sweat.

He welcomed your embrace and relaxed against your body, leaning down to kiss you.

“Can you put it back in, Willy?” you asked him as you pulled away from his lips. You felt a sudden sense of emptiness after you had your orgasm.

Willy blushed and smiled, “Sure I can, sweet thing.” He shuffled his hips a bit, and reached down to place his tip at your entrance, then pushed his length inside again. He huffed, then exhaled sharply.

You moaned, feeling satisfied and full. You put your arms around his back, kissing his face.

“Y/n, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you, I don’t know why it’s taken me so long, but, will you be my girlfriend?” his eyes widened as he awaited your answer, and he nibbled nervously on his bottom lip.

You were elated, as he had said it had felt like a long time coming. Your heart raced, and you said, “Oh, I would love to be your girlfriend, Mr. Wonka.”

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[calliopesdiary]

“you’re too sweet for me” part two

read part 1 here!

wc: 693

summary; you partially own your mums coffee & flower shop, so it’s no secret that you’d have a little (big) work crush on a boy whom you only know from his signature on the receipts.

ships; poly!marauders x fem!barista!reader

contents; mild language, sirius is a flirt, slight gilmore girls reference

*ring, ring.*

“hello?”

“hey, darling.”

oh gods… that familiar voice… he called you… didn’t he?

“o-oh, hi.”

“you sound surprised, was i not supposed to call the cute girl who works at my favorite coffee shop?”

fuck, here comes the blush.

“i-i just.. didn’t expect you to want too.”

“well, i did want too.”

you could almost hear his cocky grin.

“so, since we’re calling, i was just wondering if we could go out sometime? just casual, getting to know eachother?”

he sounded so confident.

“m-me? you want to go out with.. me?”

“you are the person i’m asking, love.”

“…”

“so.. is that a yes—“

“yes! yes! i mean— sure… that sounds…. fun?”

“great— oh! and i’m sure you won’t mind my boyfriends joining, hm?”

“boyfriends…? fuck! i knew he wasn’t single—“

“they’d like to get to know you as much as i would.”

“… they would?”

“mmmhm.”

“that’s fine.”

“perfect, i’ll pick you up from the shop at eight, will your mum mind?”

“i don’t think so— no.”

“perfect, see you then. love.”

“s-see you!”

“…mum!!! i’ve got a date with my favorite customer.”

you raced upstairs.

shaking your nerves out was a bit more difficult than it seemed, you had dreamed of this moment ever since Sirius had merely stepped into your shop.

though you never expected to go on a date with him and his two boyfriends.

"what's the hand shaking for, sweetheart?" your mum lovingly placed her hands on your shoulders to try and ease any anxiety.

"mum... its not... just Sirius."

"Oh, is it those two other boys aswell?"

"...how do you know about Remus and James?"

"They come into the florist section of the shop every saturday to purchase flowers for Sirius.

"Oh."

"Sweetie, you do not need to be nervous. you look so beautiful."

"thanks, mum."

You smiled sweetly up to your mum, before you heard a knock on the door of your apartment.

"Go get em', sweetie."

you smiled back at her, as you turned the door knob anxiously.

"hi, Sirius.'

"Hi... y-y/n"

poor thing might've been just as nervous as you were.

"y-you look... very nice..."

he smiled.

"thank you."

"Remus and James are in the car, are you ready to go?"

you nodded lightly, and he led you to the car. you felt your stomach flutter as he opened the car door for you, motioning for you to get in.

you were sat next to Remus, he put his book down and greeted you politely.

"you look lovely, Y/N."

"thank you, Remus. so do you."

you could tell James was nervous, he smiled back to you and complimented your looks.

after a small debate on where to go and what to do, you ultimately decided on going to an old library (you loved reading, so it was up your alley)

the date was so lovely, it almost felt like you guys had known eachother for years.

was it just your imagination? or did they really like you back? was it too good to be true? you couldn't decide, and you found yourself dreading the date ever ending.

but all things come to an end, but hopefully this was the start of something life changing.

you pulled into your apartments parking lot, and you were helped out of the car by James.

"it was lovely, tonight."

he smiled at your slightly flustered expression.

"i really enjoyed it..."

you met his gaze, and you yearned for more than just eye contact.

you stopped at your front door, he faced you with a slight blush on his face.

"..can i kiss you?"

"James-"

"please?"

"o-okay..."

he leaned down, pressing his plump lips against your soft ones. basking in the glory of finally kissing you.

his lips tasted like straight heaven, and his hand crept to the small of your back. leaning into your lips until you both broke off.

"t-thank you..."

he chuckled softly at your chosen words.

"have a goodnight, love."

he smiled, and left you at the front door.

suddenly, your mum swung the door open, causing you to jolt.

"mum!"

"you said thank you? sweetheart he kissed you, don't say thank you."

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[tapesfrom1980]

dating louis partridge would include..

-london dates. absolutely

-louis loves his city and knows it inside out, he will take you to EVERY spot he knows (if you aren’t from london or unfamiliar with it)

-vice versa, when he visits the US you’ll show him all the places you could visit during his trip

-making fun of each others accents

-“bottah o wota 🤓”

-“oh yeah? howdy partner! gonna rustle up some grub?”

-“i’m not even from the south you idiot!”

-teaching each others lingo

-“why do you call them chips?”

-“why do you call them french fries? you’re not even french”

-“if you call french fries chips, what do you call actual chips?”

-“crisps!”

-visiting him on set <3

-taking pictures of him in his character costume and making him pose

-“oh you look so precious lord tewkesbury”

-he gets all blushy and pretends to hate it

-despite his multiple kissing scenes with millie, you and her are great friends

-“oh y/n, i am so happy to see you on set again! it’s been ages!”

-“oh don’t mind me right here ladies”

-you loved his look as sid, he was a little hesitant about the hair at first but with some flirting and compliments he ended up really liking it

-while you weren’t a big fan of the role itself, he looked incredibly handsome and keeping your hands off of him was more difficult than you thought, especially the scene with him shirtless in a cowboy hat

-“like what you see?”

-“oh please, calm yourself”

-“don’t act like i haven’t seen you yearning for me to kiss you this whole time”

-he was the cockiest little shit when he knew his effect on you

-“whatever”

-(louis is definitely not the jealous type, this is for my delulu girls including myself)

-he’s always liked to be touchy with you at all times, but when you’re at a red carpet with him / premiere or generally just in public and he can tell guys are wanting to talk to you, he’ll kiss you basically every minute

-“y/n, knock knock”

-“who’s there?”

-*smooch*

-you pretend not to know what he’s doing, but it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy

-he’ll have his arm around you 24/7

-one time when a guy had the confidence to come talk to you while louis was talking to a castmate, he was over in a flash.

-“hey babe! who’s this?”

-“we’ll i’m-

-“oh yeah! anyways, y/n, we have that date for 7:00 tonight. i got us a hotel room for after too. they even have a jacuzzi, can you believe that?”

-the guy had long gone rolled his eyes and walked away

-“you have nothing to worry about louis, trust me”

-“thank y-

-“i specifically told all my secret boyfriends not to come talk to me so you don’t have to see them”

-“haha.”

-PASSIONATE KISSES !!!!!!! (!!!)

-this man will grab your face and kiss you and pull you as close as possible to him

-another classic, he’ll put his hands on your waist and trace his finger tips around it during a deep makeout session

-he KNOWS his effect on you and will take every chance possible to make you flustered

-coming to his model events, who wouldn’t?

-it gets so difficult for him sometimes, he has to ignore his girlfriend in the audience who is silently cheering like crazy and blowing kisses

-you like to bring him bouquets of flowers each time and he loves it, it makes him feel appreciated. especially with how many times he had been rejected as a model for his height (true story, isn’t that crazy??)

-weekend getaways on weeks he isn’t too busy, you go out to a different area each time usually just the two of you

-even when he’s extra busy, he’ll try to still make room for at least a saturday. he doesn’t wanna lose the special connection you have

-he is such a sweetheart. such a sweetheart

-he was raised to be a gentleman and it SHOWS

-if you guys are outside and paparazzi or fans get too rough, he won’t hesitate to raise his voice at them. it’s one thing to overwhelm him, but his girlfriend? never in a million years would he allow that

-same with backlash from fans, he doesn’t care if they don’t “like” your relationship and he’ll publicly speak out about the backlash if it gets too much

-candid pics!!

-he loves taking candid pics of you when he thinks you look pretty (basically every hour of the day)

-tons of polaroid / film photos

-he has them hung up and has his favorite one of you together in his wallet so he can always have you near him

-when you wake up and have bed hair, when you’re doing your skincare / makeup, when you’re eating etc

-he loves buying you outfits or accessories and seeing you in them, especially jewelry

-he never gets you ring finger rings, he wants to get you one when it’ll be only ring you’ll ever wear for the rest of your time

-he’s the best

[lizzychanstuffss]

May I... may I touch you?

Astartion x durge!reader

thank you @ferenofnopewood (also for being my beta reader!) for the inspo for this. We both went feral talking about this.

Synopsis: a simple rewrite of the Act 2 romance scene with durge and Astarion. Basically, this is just extra soft and I imagine it would be cute if he remembered you hugging him in the confession scene. Also this is totally my headcanon for my own durge but don't mind that

Of course as always spoilers for act 2!

Your head spun with bile and wrath, unable to sleep it off as you normally would try to do. But no matter what you did nothing seemed to calm the thundering headache forming at the edges of your mind. So without much other choice, you stood up. Your companions were blissfully sleeping while you wrestled with unseen demons. Once you got up you could see Astarion from across the still burning fire; his beauty was always apparent even when he was at rest. 

But your silent admiration was rudely interrupted by a foul-sounding goblin butler.

"He is so afraid. So, so afraid of everyone besides you who he ought to fear the most." His words were clearly said with the intention of shaking your resolve. "You could do so much better." The goblins' tone disgusted you, how he could say such things and yet you know they rang true in Astarion’s own mind, he was so worried you could do better than some runaway vampire spawn. But these thoughts were clouding your judgment even more than the urge was and with that you shook your head as the thoughts faded to the background.

"Get away from him." The bile and raw, murderous intent that had been clawing at your insides broke out in a growl. But seemingly unimpeded by your defense he playfully hopped over Astarion, the thought of using your urge to protect him might not be all that bad of an idea. 

Was he taunting you? It was a thought that crossed your mind and passed as he spoke again.

"I won't lay so much as a talon on him! I wouldn't rob you of that delight. Your clever mind is penning up a tragedy as we speak. Your repressed urge yearns to kill." He appraises a moment before continuing "And kill you will. Tonight, the moment you close your eyes, your favorite person will be brutalized." The words were a shock to your system. You couldn't let that happen not to him, not ever. The thought alone made you want to vomit that your own body would even consider it.

"I-I love him, No, I can't be" You couldn’t imagine losing no not him. He’s been the only person who didn’t judge, didn’t blame you, no matter how bad it got. You couldn’t bear to—

"We all kill what we love most, in time" 

You choked back a sob.

"You like him for more than his looks, but he will never believe that. Why not make him a pretty corpse?" Your hands started to twitch as you let yourself briefly indulge in the fantasy of wrapping them around the wretched creature’s neck. If he really meant to taunt you into committing a murder he was certainly getting close to achieving that goal.

"He must live....I haven't yet told him how I truly feel about him." The felt less like a defense against the butlers goading and more like a reminder to yourself. What you were truly trying to achieve here. You have promised to protect Astarion. From Cazador, from yourself, it didn’t matter. And it was a promise you would never break…at least you hoped.

"Why not whisper it while you twist a knife? Or have a love confession be the final words between you? It is my duty to ensure you are making the right decisions, Master." He lets out a sigh mimicking a father in its nature. "There was much..disappointment at your reluctance to kill the little Moonmaiden. You could kill this one deliberately. I'm sure it will be considered a great show of good will. The tithe could still be yours." There it was again, the offer, the temptation…what you assumed was to be considered one. You still had no idea what this so-called tithe even could be; but you were certain you wanted nothing to do with it if it required such a foul murder.

"I will save him, whatever it takes."

"I do not doubt you will act with the decorum befitting one of your rank. Good night." And with that the butler was finally gone leaving you with a choice you had already made prior. Taking the initiative and kneeling besides Astarion you attempted to wake him. But as you went to reach for his shoulder your hand paused of it’s own violation, it itched to wrap itself around his throat and ruin him. You would not allow it, a battle against your own mind was something you had gotten accustomed to on this journey thus far and so once you were able to regain composure you went to wake him but he made quicker work of it then you could, questioning whether or not he was actually in a trance at all tonight.

"Well, hello. Looking for a cuddle?" he said, flirtatious as ever even in such a trying time for yourself. Although you were sure the look on your face gave way to his next set of words. "Although you don't look entirely...yourself. What's going on in that head of yours?"

That question was one you had to think about how to answer, and quickly. "Listen, now isn't the time...I need to protect you." You tried your best to convey the urgency of your situation as the headache overtook you again.

"All right, talk quickly, then." He seemed concerned, but there was something unsure about his expression as well. 

"I'm going to kill the person I most care about: you." 

You took a breath, it was ragged and barely enough to push the headache down for the moment, as you used the brief moment of clarity to gauge what Astarion’s reaction. 

"Unless you can stop me." A faint glimmer of hope mingled with your voice as you practically pleaded with him. Astarion was a capable enough fighter, surely stopping you would be an easy enough feat.

"How flattering, And disturbing" he smiled "You could have talked to me before things got murderously bad, you know. We are technically in this together." He was using sass to cover nerves that you couldn’t help but notice. It was so like him even in the face of danger "It certainly puts the death of dear, sweet Alfira into some perspective." Those were the last words you heard before your vision blurred and your head grew into a dizzy blur and you fainted.

But when you awoke you were not in control, it was like watching from a window all you could do was try and tap on the glass. You tried your best to resist hurting him…although you realized quite quickly you were bound by your hands and feet. It gave you some relief to know that you could do little to rebel in this state. 

"This thing won't have you. It won't win." You hoped those words were true. You tried your best to resist again expressing understanding. Instead your body reacts with a will of its own, it tried to bite at him. Which would have almost been funny any other time but now…now all you wanted to do was scream out in frustration.

"Ah ah ah! We ask before we bite.” He took this better than you expected, with a sigh he spoke again "You're cute, you know. In another life we might have been friends." Those words felt flippant in the moment, but you could tell there was an underlying sadness to them. If you’d been of your right mind you would have tried to comfort him. But comforting anyone was beyond you at the moment. All you could do was fight against your binding and your urge as it drove you to struggle against the bindings the kept you from hurting anyone, including yourself.

"Easy now, darling, You've got this. And I've got you." Those words gave you a strange comfort and a boost of determination. Feeling another wave of the urge you tried your best to resist and this time managed to express a sliver of thankfulness for his words.

"You'd do the same to me. Now just relax - dawn isn't far off." He wasn't wrong about that, as much as it was hard to admit he knew you better than you'd like to admit at times. The night passed on and without any bloodshed, a mercy from the gods. You once again returned to your mind, scared and exhausted.

Then, almost on cue, Astarion came to free you from your bindings. He sat in front of you, and a look of embarrassment crept onto your face as he spoke.

"I felt bad for the bard, seeing you like that. Poor Alfira never stood a chance, did she?" It wasn't really a question even if he posed it as one because the answer was clear as day. "Now that you're back with us," he paused, "We need to have a talk."

You had dreaded this moment but he was right. You needed to talk about this whether you wanted to or not. You sighed before trying to speak, but the words ended up getting caught in your throat. Suddenly you realized there were tears falling down your cheeks. You were unable to hold it back any longer. Any sort of strong front you had put on up unto this point faded in an instant and you were sat in front of him sobbing.

Concern formed on the man's face and he adjusted himself to get a little closer before asking "May I....may I touch you?" His words were gentle and meant to be calming - although almost anything said in his voice was calming. You gave him a nod. You weren't sure what he was going to do exactly but when he gently wrapped his around your shaking body in a similar fashion to how you had hugged him a few nights prior. Those tears started to flow even more. Nestling your head in the crook of his neck, tears wetted his rather flowy camp shirt.

"Sh, sh, you can let it all out." Those words caused the tears to flow even harder. Had you really been holding in all of this for so long? You didn't know. All you did know was that you really needed this: A gentle comfort from someone you loved so deeply as him. After a moment, he tentatively stroked your hair. Although you couldn’t help but wonder if his hesitation was because he wasn’t sure how to actually comfort someone or if he just didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. It didn’t really matter all that much, you didn’t care, you appreciated that he even tried in the first place.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, him just stroking your hair and holding you while you let out all the tears you needed to get out. By the time you could finally talk again your eyes were red and puffy, but he would never say a thing about it. As you removed yourself from his body, but only enough so you could get a look at his face he instinctively raised a hand up to caress your cheek before stopping but your answered his silent question by leaning into it. He wiped away some of your tears before gently running his thumb over your cheek. It was a soft gesture and much needed, his touch was welcome in that moment.

"So then, are you ready to talk now, or do you need to stain my shirt more first?" he joked. A small chuckle made its way across your lips, and a smile found its way to his lips as well.

"I suppose I am...I know I owe you an explanation" you sighed.

"You don't owe me anything” he corrected  “But I would like an explanation." 

You gave him a nod. He was right, of course. But considering you did almost kill him, explaining seemed like the least you could do.

You told him everything about “the dark urge” as you had taken to calling it. Well, everything you could remember. He sat there and listened patiently. But his face gave way to no emotion, no emotion, no fear just…..understanding.

Once you finished explaining, he replied, "You are not alone in this - none of us are. We can even compare notes if you like." His comforting words made you feel like a monster, it was refreshing. 

You looked his face over, before you leaned into his hand again, closing your eyes as sadness began to overtake you. "You know you're allowed to hate me for this...I know I would" Your self-loathing rearing its ugly head, you couldn't help it; as much as his comfort was nice to hear the fact of the matter was you felt like a monster. Just some attack dog meant only to destroy everything and anything in your path.

"I don't hate you..because this," he made sure you kept eye contact during these words, his gaze was intense fully focused on you in this moment "This is not you" The words rang through you, and you wanted more than anything for that to be true…but it was hard to believe when killing just felt so natural to indulge in and it was just so easy to let the urge do the work. But in this moment you had to take him at his word; because if you didn't you were sure you were going to start sobbing again.

He pressed his forehead to yours before speaking again "Whatever this is though, you will get through it. And I will be here to make sure you do." A promise you hoped would be true.

[eternal-ascensionism]

Hey! Would you be willing to write a Sleep Token fic where fem!reader is touring with ST (maybe as part of another band, makeup artist, etc). Vessel is really sweet but shy, and reader discovers that he has a crush on her… then things become very spicy…😈

Warnings: smut, angst if you squint. Oral, penetration with fingers, that’s p much it for this one. MINORS DNI

Reader is somewhat fem aligned but it’s mostly gn!reader. Also: Don’t @ me for this but the title is from Naked Love by Adam Lambert bc the Trespassing album had a cultural impact on 12 y/o me the size of a mf crater

Word count:1.9k

Roll The Dice - Vessel x Band Member!Reader

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He screams until his throat is raw, searching for common ground in the dim lighting of a sold-out arena. Having complex emotions can be a blessing and a curse; on one hand, he feels most validated when he finds the right words to capture his view. On the other hand, it’s isolating when the words won’t flow so easily from his lips. It isn’t until Vessel meets you that he begins to feel the burden of speaking his mind has lifted a bit. You were placed together on a tour through the states, your band just beginning to show out as a rising name in the scene. The man couldn’t say for sure whether he’d heard of you before, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to listen to one of your songs before a show to get a read on your music style.

As the last few notes rang out, Vessel found himself staring into space. Lost in the agony laid bare to all who listened closely enough. It was a sort of primal yearning he’d felt before. One that was imprinted on his very bones. He’d written it out and heard it discussed a million times over, yet the way you captured pain tugged at his heartstrings. From then on, Vessel couldn’t deny his fascination with you. He would never show it, of course. You were both professionals. Since this was your first real tour experience, he couldn’t risk tarnishing it by following you like a lost puppy.

Vessel had never been as smooth with conveying his affections in spoken word as he was with his songs. Although you seemed sweet and approachable for the most part, he was a shy man by nature. That said, something about you made him want to open up. Vessel desired to bond with you, sharing old wounds and their resulting scars. It was roughly two months before he mustered up enough confidence to have a one-on-one conversation with you. After that, the dynamic between you two seemed to shift. Words flowed easier, compliments became abundant, and suddenly you were his confidant. Ves settled on being friends and tour mates, packing away his growing feelings for your sake. But he wasn’t the only one pining in silence, unbeknownst to him.

You began this tour with rather low expectations. Your band was new to all things business-oriented, and you weren’t familiar with most of the lineup. You set your standards to surviving and hopefully making a friend or two. Then you met him. Vessel seemed reserved; you never saw him around without some form of mask to shroud his identity. You knew it was part of Sleep Token’s personas, and it never bothered you much. Who were you to demand someone’s true self or their face time? So you’d always respected their privacy, turning around when one needed to lift a mask for water or to replace it with a less sweaty backup.

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Tonight hadn’t gone according to plan. Your poor, uncoordinated bassist had clocked his head on the edge of the cabinet door when trying to pack away the communal copy of Cards Against Humanity. You had quickly sat him down and examined the spot; it wasn’t too bad, but it seemed to be bleeding like a stuck pig. With the other members asleep and no first aid kit on hand, you give Chris a towel to hold pressure on the laceration and head for the bus two spots down. III was the one to open the door after you knocked rather quietly. You weren’t sure they’d still be awake, but the lights in the windows gave you hope.

“What can we do you for?” Came his cheery tone, stepping aside as an offer to come inside. You shook your head.

“Sorry to bother you guys, but Chris smashed his forehead on the corner of the cabinet and it’s bleeding pretty bad. He’s alright but we used up our kit after that broken beer bottle incident last week.”

He nodded, seemingly racking his brain for something. “I think we might have one, I know there’s plasters somewhere if nothing else. I’ll look around and come over there.”

You turn on your heel and walk briskly back in the direction you came. Upon arrival, Chris was in the small kitchenette holding the blood-stained rag to the affected area. You both settle on a bench seat next to the counter and wait for word from the guys. When the tall man crossed the threshold of the front door, you almost did a double take. You hadn’t been expecting to see him out of his stage gear, but it made sense given the hour.

Vessel held a flashlight in one hand and a small, red box in the other. “Hey, heard you guys had an accident. You alright, mate?”

Chris nodded the best he could, in spite of his splitting headache. Vessel made quick work of cleaning the wound that had mostly stopped bleeding. His long fingers unraveled the gauze pad and carefully placed it before securing it with two larger band-aids. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight; for all his mystery and moody aura, Ves was a lover at heart. You hadn’t taken notice of it before, but it seemed obvious now. The man cared deeply for those around him. You feel a thud against your shin, and lock eyes with your friend. You’re met with a knowing smirk.

“With the way you’re looking at him, you’d think he was bandaging you up!” Chris chuckled as you prod him sharply in the side with one finger. Vessel’s head was down, a hint of red across his cheeks. Cute.

“I wasn’t looking, I’m just admiring his kind nature. Not like you’d know; remember the time you and Amanda took me out with the pool noodle? Y’all just laughed at me like maniacs after I swallowed all that pool water!” You made a sweeping motion with your hands to paint the picture for the taller male. He shook his head with a smile.

“I’m just trying to help out. Besides, gives me a chance to talk with you more.”

Wordlessly, Chris stand up and claps his hands together. “Well, it was a pleasure seeing you Ves. Thanks for the patchwork. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to give you two lovesick freaks some space. Talk, bond, kiss. Just keep it down so I can maintain my plausible deniability.” With that, he disappeared to the back bunks of the bus.

The silence that followed was all-consuming. Neither of you were sure how to move forward. The connection was evident. The tension was palpable. But you both had long histories of anxious behaviors, and old habits die hard. That said, you only lasted about 30 seconds before deciding the potential reward was worth the risk. Scooting closer to Ves who now sat on the same bench seat, you chanced a look at his face. His eyes held something akin to amusement.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Your gaze falls back to the floor where your slipper scraped repeatedly against a loose thread of carpet. It was a soothing motion as you awaited an answer.

“I think I’d like to know how long you’ve liked me.”

“Well,” you began, “I’ve honestly been into you since before we met. When I saw you guys live for the first time at that festival last summer, the one where we played on the small stage. I caught you guys’ set after we wrapped, and I was absolutely enamored.”

Vessel inched closer, his right hand coming to rest gently over your left. “Yknow, I saw you that time. You managed to get to the front and the first thing I noticed was your pretty eyes. They sparkled when the sun came.”

You took the leap to close the gap between the two of you, Ves meeting you halfway for a soft kiss. You practically melted. He smelled like soap and a hint of incense, you wanted to bury your face in his threadbare tee and never come up for air. He gently guided you to lay back against the cushioned bench while his warm hands slid down your sides. His fingers dipped just below the fabric of your sleep shorts to press into the plush skin of your hips. The firm kneading movements elicited a strangled noise from you.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m right here. Gonna hold you and make you feel good.” He murmured against your lips before making his way down to your neck with sweet pecks. One hand remains at your hip, massaging while the other slips your loose fitting bottoms to the side. A deep satisfied hum sounds through his chest, and it makes you ache. He carefully pushes your legs up and apart once again to admire the view.

“You really are gorgeous everywhere, darling.” A quick peck to your lips. “Magnificent.” Another peck against your shoulder. “Breathtaking.” He’s now level with your groin, eyes taking you in like a desperate animal. No more words leave his lips before they attach to where you crave him most.

Bucking your hips, your hand flies to your mouth as you fight to stay in control. Your band has seen you in many embarrassing situations over the years, but this would be one you’d never live down if anybody caught you. Vessel moans against you, and you bite down on the heel of your palm to stifle your own needy sounds.

It isn’t long before he has you on the edge. You were so close to your release, but you just needed a little more to push you over the line. Mustering what rational thought you had left, you plead for Ves to add a finger. You swear you hear a growl, and then there’s two long digits pushing lightly into you. He prods and curves expertly until finding the spot that makes your hips pause as you grind down on his hand. You let out a whimper as you feel the dam finally burst, making a mess of yourself and Vessel in the process. He lets you catch your breath and relax for a moment before slowly removing his fingers. You pull him in for a kiss, hands beginning to roam before he takes them in his own and looks at you.

“Hey. I really like you, like a lot. I don’t wanna rush anything. I know that’s a bit odd to say after I just had my mouth on you, but I’d really just like to take you out proper before we go any further. Would that be okay? I just…I wanna make sure I do this right.”

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you gaze into his eyes, a sea of uncertainty beneath. Nodding, you give him a smile and pull him closer for a hug. “I’d really like that, Ves. I wanna give us the best chance at working out, we can go as slow as you feel comfortable with.”

Vessel beams at you, lifting you up to relocate to the comfier loveseat in the middle of the bus. “Wonderful. I say we watch some cheesy horror movies for our first date.”

You chuckle and nod while grabbing the remote, “agreed. You pick the movie, I’ll make the popcorn.”

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HI IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME LIKE A MONTH TO GET DONE I HAVE BEEN GOING THRU IT BUT THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE AHHHHHH

Okay screaming over, thank you for real for the requests and all the inspo it’s helped refresh my writing skills and as always, feedback is appreciated! If this does well I can make another part where they actually have their first time together (not as in virgins but as in first time with each other)