#turned into a loser after drinking the love spell i love it

[seoinquk]

just shin yu being horribly down bad (involuntarily)

[theonewiththefanfics]

Homecoming (one-shot)

Synopsys: When Y/N goes missing during a simple supply run, she comes back with world-shattering news for Astarion. News he never thought to hear, and now he has a decision to make, one that will shift his life on its axis once more.

Set after the main events of BG3

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, a bit of SMUT, but nothing explicit

Warnings: talks of blood, injuries, swearing, mentions of abuse, but nothing explicit, kidnapping

Word count: 8397

A/N: I have not played Baldur's Gate 3 (I don't own a PS or a PC where to play it. all of this is based on the info gathered online and through Neil's own gameplay etc. Please be kind :) )

Part 2(ish) - Love Conquers All (one-shot)

A home was not something to ever be taken for granted, that much they had learned during their adventures.

A home was a fire slowly crackling in the hearth, warmth expanding through the living room. A home was Astarion sitting on a loveseat, a book in his hands while he waited for his love to finish puttering around in the kitchen. A home was drying tea leaves and making preserves for the coming winter as she shooed him out, saying that his fussing would only hinder her process.

He’d huffed, puffed and whined, trying to make Y/N pull away from her plans just so they could curl up and read together, but she was adamant.

“I’ve already started.” She dropped an orange peel and pressed some lemon juice into the steaming pot. “It’ll be wasted produce if I just leave it now.”

“But it will take you hours!” Astarion whined like a child and even stomped his foot, making her snort.

“And it will take me twice as long if you don’t stop annoying me.” Y/N threw him a saccharine smile over her shoulder, batting her lashes at the pouting vampire. “Now, be a good boy, and quit pestering me. We’ll have all the time in the world, once I’m done.”

Astarion just groaned, going up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, the incisors he usually sank into her neck now nipping at her lobe. “I can be a very good boy if you only let me prove it.”

“My love, you will be getting absolutely no sex from me, if you don’t let me at least finish this batch.” A shiver rushed down her spine as he licked at her neck, so close to that sweet spot he always used as a place to bite and drink from. But she had to be strong. The jams wouldn’t make themselves. “Every additional minute you keep me from this will be an additional day of your dry spell.”

The vampire spawn jumped back from her as if he’d been scalded, scarlet eyes narrowing in on her. “You wouldn’t dare. You wouldn’t last an hour!”

Y/N turned around, crossing her arms as a devious smile bloomed on her lips, a brow raised in challenge. “Would you like to test those waters?”

Astarion stood, staring her down. His crimson gaze was blazing from underneath his lashes, but she didn’t budge. They’d played this game for close to three years as a couple now, and she’d learned very quickly – Astarion was very much so a cat. But especially – he was a cat that liked to knock things over while keeping direct eye contact with you, though the second you placed a palm underneath whatever it was he wanted for to fall, all his need for chaos disappeared. It just wasn’t fun anymore.

For twenty long seconds, Y/N and her pale elven lover didn’t break, hoping the other would crumble and be announced as the loser, but part of what he loved about her, was her stubbornness. It was because of that part of her personality, she’d stuck by him when his doubts had crept in, when his own mind called him worthless and not good enough for her, almost as if to spite those vicious words in his mind. She didn’t give up on the people she loved, and as luck would have it, Astarion owned her heart.

But Y/N also knew how to handle a cat like him, so just after a few more tense moments, his eye twitched, and he huffed in defeat.

“Fine,” he scoffed. “But if you are not done by sundown, I shall have no other option but to drag you away from the stove. Kicking and screaming preferred.”

Y/N simply shook her head, and went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling the man into a deep, breathless kiss, but not before nipping at his bottom lip, dragging the piece of flesh between her teeth and making him let out a desperate moan. “I’ll even let you tie me up if you wish to do so.”

Astarion’s pupils almost swallowed the red irises in a matter of seconds, as he threw his head back in a groan. “My love, you’re absolutely killing me here.”

“Then I hope whatever punishment you deem fit for me, will be just oh, so sweet.” Y/N stepped back, untangling herself from him, but the mischievousness in her eyes didn’t lessen.

She could see how the words tortured him, how it took every single last piece of his fraying self-control, to not rip off her apron and the clothes underneath and just lay her down on the kitchen table, legs spread with his mouth licking into her until she orgasmed.

With eyes holding nothing but pure lust and hands clenching and unclenching, Astarion retreated. Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t hot and bothered and absolutely dripping between her thighs, and the thought of finishing those jams was the last thing on her mind, but she did have to do it. If only to keep him waiting longer, knowing whatever his beautiful brain was cooking up would leave her screaming and shaking for hours.

They’d been growing their own vegetables and fruits, Y/N tending to them during the nights to spend more time with Astarion as he fussed over his flower gardens, so it would simply be wasteful to leave their berries to rot. The year had been very generous and offered a variety of things to gather, so a while back, she’d decided to pickle some of the tomatoes and cucumbers, turn another batch of peppers and tomatillos into sauces while the sweeter things would be turned into syrups and jams.

Y/N shook her head, trying to clear it from the haze of lust, as the aroma of lemons and cranberries, raspberries and oranges wafted all around, encasing her in the scent. She was just about to add the sugar when the tin rattled with the sound of the last grains left.

Her brow furrowed as she opened the lid and looked inside. Sure, enough it was empty.

The woman huffed. She was absolutely positive she’d gotten the right amount during the last trip, but somewhere along the way it seemed a miscalculation had happened, and now she had to get more. Y/N would have asked Astarion, and had the sun dipped below the horizon, he would have jumped at the request, but alas his little vampiric predicament forbade him from walking during the day, the sun still high in the sky from what she could see through a tiny slit in the shutters.

Quickly, Y/N snuffed out the flame below the pot, untied her dirtied apron and grabbed a basket from the pantry, tying a pouch of coins to her side. She only needed sugar, but maybe she would grab some other necessities as well. They were low on Astarion’s favourite wine, one he claimed didn’t taste like vinegar at least.

“I’m off to the market really quick,” Y/N announced as she peeked into the living room, taking in Astarion as he flipped a page in a book. “Do you want anything?”

“No, my love.” He looked at her like a love-sick puppy. “Just your darling self back as quick as you can. I have picked up some… inspiration for your punishment if you will. Just as you suggested, of course.” He closed the book, showing the cover to her.

Heat crawled all over her body as she read the title, one of her smuttier romances she had started to read, and when she could do nothing but gulp and nod, his smile turned from a sweet one into a wicked-fanged thing. It was all she needed to know whatever awaited her once she was done would leave her unable to walk. Gods, she needed to finish this whole thing up as quickly as she could.

Y/N was out the doors like the wind, the usual stroll to the market cut from half an hour into a brisk fifteen-minute jog, the thoughts of the man waiting back home for her at the forefront of her mind.

The needed sugar, some coffee beans, a loaf of fresh bread, Astarion’s wine and some sour cream were all bought in quick succession, Y/N didn’t even try to haggle. Her eyes drifted across various stalls and merchants and she almost deemed it done when her gaze caught onto a rose seedling. It was a beautiful bloom with blood-red petals that whitened at the very tips. She smiled and went to buy it. Astarion would love the symbolism even if a bit too on the nose.

Once satisfied with everything, Y/N marched across the market and was back on the road to home. It was a humble little house they’d purchased with whatever had been left in their pockets after all was said and done with the tadpoles, but Astarion had bigger plans. This was only a temporary situation.

“I want a whole room full of books. Nothing but books from one end to the other and then some,” he’d confided in Y/N one night after both were panting and spent from multiple rounds of bringing the other to ecstasy.

“And a large ballroom,” he continued, and Y/N couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped her.

“A ballroom? And what will we do with that?”

“Why, have grand balls, of course!” He threw his hands up in the air as if her question was preposterous.

“Star…” Y/N tilted her head to look up at him from where she was lying on his naked chest. “You hate people. A ballroom full of them – it would be your literal nightmare.”

“I don’t hate people.”

“I don’t count.”

“Alright,” he conceded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. Y/N placed her palm atop where his heart was and rested her chin on it, looking deep into his eyes. “I hate most people, simply dislike them, but I wouldn’t be opposed to a get-together, from time to time. Maybe… maybe see our friends. Catch up on how they’re doing. I absolutely despise to admit this and will say you are lying if you ever mention it to anyone, but I – I miss them… even Gale…”

A gentle smile lifted her lips as she brushed a wild curl out of his face and tucked it behind his pointy ear. “I think I’d really like that too.”

His eyes were so soft and full of love, that Y/N swore she could feel his heart beating once more in his chest, thudding against her palm in a confession of adoration.

She was almost out of the city by that point, already on the small, secluded road leading to their house which lay on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate right by the edges of the woods, so Astarion had easier access to game in between feeding on her when her attention was drawn back by someone calling out.

“Miss!” the voice, male she made out, yelled after her. “Miss, please wait!”

Instantly, her guard was up, but when a breathless man, looking to be in his late sixties appeared from behind a copse of trees, she somewhat relaxed. Y/N was still cautious, but if anything, she had a dagger holstered against her thigh. She was always prepared.

“Miss,” he gasped out, leaning his hands against his knees to catch his breath. “Miss, you are a quick one. I’ve been calling for you since by the rose stalls."

“Oh, I – I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you!” Y/N said but didn’t move forward. “How can I help?”

He huffed, as if regaining her breath, before fishing out a piece of fabric from his pocket, and extending it towards her. “You dropped this by the flowers.”

When she took a closer look at what he was holding, it seemed to be some sort of a silk scarf. She narrowed her eyes at him. She didn’t own silk scarves and definitely hadn’t worn one on such a warm day. “You must have mixed me up with someone, as it’s not mine. Sorry, for you to have troubled yourself like this.”

“No.” The man furrowed his brow, taking a step closer. “I am fairly certain I saw you drop it. Such a fine piece… didn’t want you to lose it.”

Y/N took a step back, angling herself in a defensive position with the basket in front of her. She didn’t like the tone he was speaking in, nor the way his eyes seemed to be appraising her. “No,” she asserted. “It’s not mine.”

His back stiffened, eyes growing cold, the grip on the scarf tightening as he hummed. “Well… a pity then.”        

She took another step back, but he was already lunging at her.

Dropping the basket to the ground, she reached for the knife strapped at her thigh, but he was quick as a viper as she hadn’t even noticed when a rope appeared in his hands, lashing it at her. Years of having fought had kept her agile and aware, but years of domestic bliss with Astarion had dulled her senses a bit.

The rope caught and wrapped around her ankle, knocking her to the ground. Y/N’s teeth clattered and snapped, her tongue almost in between them, but as he rushed to pin her down, she twisted her leg around the rope and pulled, making the man lose his balance and stumble.

It was enough for her to swipe her leg underneath his, and send him sprawling. It was enough for her to untangle her legs and roll away as he snapped it at her head. Her clothes were dirty as was her face, but it didn’t matter. She’d cover herself in blood if needed.

It was almost animalistic how she pounced – teeth bared, a snarl ripping from her throat and hands forming claws as if she would gouge at his face with just his nails, but as her palm brushed her thigh, unclipping the holster for her dagger, Y/N didn’t see the man had crouched on his knee and swung the cord.

It knocked the air out of her, as it wrapped around her chest, and he pulled her down, hard. Her ribs were screaming as the tether tightened and tightened with every pull, but as she thought this would be it, something strange happened – instead of offering her the killing blow, he opened a palm, now covered in a leather glove, and blew the contents of it onto her face.

Y/N coughed and sputtered, but whatever it was, was fast-acting and her lungs, still incapable of proper breathing due to the rope couldn’t expel it. In just a few seconds, the bright day around her turned into darkness.

She didn’t know how long she was unconscious for, but enough time had passed to dry out her throat. Or was that a side effect of whatever was blown into her face? In any case, as she slowly came to, Y/N noted there was a soft mattress under her body, which was an oddity for someone kidnapped. She could even tell the dagger was still by her thigh, the comforting weight of the blade pressed under her. Even weirder, if you asked her, to not disarm your victims.

Darkness still encompassed her, but the soft cloth against her cheeks told her she hadn’t permanently lost her vision, but with her sight obscured, she had to rely on her ears. That’s when voices invaded her senses.

There were three people somewhere further away, most likely in a different room if taken by how muffled the words were. She focused harder on what they were saying.

Two men and a female, Y/N differentiated, when the woman spoke.

“This is not what we agreed upon!” she hissed, and a grumbly-sounding man scoffed.

“You said to get her to you. I did. You never specified how.” It was the same man who’d knocked her out.

“We want her to help us!” A different male voice, this one softer, even kinder, rebutted. “I highly doubt kidnapping is a good incentive for that!”

“Look,” her assailant said. “I fulfilled my end of the deal. She is unhurt, maybe she'll sport a couple of bruises and a headache, but that is her own fault. She could have come willingly but didn’t. Other than that, though – she is completely fine. Now you do your part!”

As the trio argued between themselves, more angry whispers than shouting, Y/N started to shimmy her hands which had been bound, out of the restraints. She had a good inclination they needed her alive but had no want of staying as a prisoner.

Though her fighting skills seemed to have mellowed, which she was not happy about, even a couple of years without mortally dangerous adventures, hadn’t changed how quickly she could slip her wrists from their bindings.  Astarion might need to get more creative during their debauchery.

Y/N froze the second she heard a door open and shut, two pairs of footsteps moving closer and closer to where she was. Her breathing was shallow and almost imperceptible, as she tried to make it look like she was still unconscious.

She could sense two bodies enter the room and one move to stand where she faced, the other going to her back.

Y/N tensed. In just a few moments, whoever was behind her, would notice her undone binds. But she’d be ready.

“Darling, please be careful,” the woman said, a tremble in her voice.

Good. Let them be scared.

“Don’t worry,” the man replied. “I’ll just make sure she’s – what in the -”

But Y/N was already up, the blindfold off and ready to pounce. This time, she’d have the upper hand.

For a second, the light in the room blinded her, but her sight refocused fast enough to take in her captors’ faces.

The woman was beautiful, with high rosy cheekbones, and jade green eyes so vivid they looked like actual gemstones. Her hair was long and dark, down to her waist while grey strands seemed to have invaded the brown tresses in some places, but she was still ethereally gorgeous, her pointy ears covered in piercings.

Y/N snapped out of the shock quicker and using this to her advantage, she was behind her in a matter of a blink, her dagger pressed tight against her throat.

A gasp entered her ears, but she just pressed the blade harder, making her whimper.

“Please!” the man made her look at him, but instead of bracing for an attack, he had his hands up in surrender. “Please don’t hurt her! We just want to talk.”

“Funny way of having a conversation you’ve got there.” Y/N tightened her grip on the knife, surveying the man. Again, those same pointed ears, but his eyes were the most brilliant blue she’d ever seen and his face was marred with more age lines than the woman’s, yet he still was as gorgeous as she. “Typically, only my enemies would knock me out and tie me up before spilling their grand plans. But I will be kind and give you a choice – what would you like to be – friends or foes?”

“Friends! Friends! Please! We – we’re looking for our son!” the elven man pleaded. “And we – we heard a rumour that you might know him. Have even seen him.”

Y/N narrowed her Y/E/C eyes, piercing his with her gaze. “I’ve known and seen a lot of people. Usually, others just ask me about them, they don’t have someone kidnap me.”

“And we’re sorry, we’re so very sorry, but we had to make sure you came. It went too far and we apologise, but please…” He took in a deep breath, worried eyes flipping between his partner and her. “Our son – his name is Astarion. Astarion Ancunin. Have you – do you know of him?”

Hearing his name, knocked the breath out of her as if they’d snapped a rope around her chest again, making her stumble back. Her grip on the woman released, and she used the moment to leap over to her partner, using the bed as a buffer. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her half behind his back, but not before checking if Y/N’s dagger had pierced the skin.

Tears brimmed in the eleven woman’s green eyes as she looked at her, not even caring that just a moment before she was so close to having her blood dripping on the floor. “Please,” she whispered. “I – I know we didn’t go about it the right way, but please… is it true he’s alive?”

"I,” Y/N stammered, her gaze snapping back and forth between the two.

Astarion.

They were Astarion’s parents.

Even after all this time, they were searching for their missing son.

Y/N should have noticed the details – how the woman had a small mole on her cheek right where Astarion did, how the shape of the man’s eyes was the exact same as his son’s. Astarion even had the same high cheekbones as his mother while his sharp jaw was that of his father.

What had his eyes been like before? Green like his mother’s or the sky blue of his father's? What had he been like as a child? No doubt as mischievous and scheme-prone as he was now, but who had he gotten it from? So many different questions rattled through Y/N’s brain as she kept glancing back and forth, before shaking her head and pulling her out of the shocked stupor.

“You – you’re Ancunins?” She had to ask. Had to make sure she hadn’t overheard them or maybe hallucinating because of the powder she’d inhaled.

“Yes.” The woman nodded, brushing tears from under her eyes. “Our son has been missing for more than two hundred years, and we almost lost hope until… until we heard about you and your company a few years back. How one of the party members resembled our little Star so much.”

They hadn’t been inconspicuous, though they had tried, so it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise that tales of their adventures had gone far and wide, especially after saving Baldur’s Gate, killing Cazador and the absolute, and Gods know how many other evils along the way. But she never thought Astarion’s parents would have heard of it.

In fact, Astarion had barely even mentioned them over the years, and, for whatever reason, Y/N had concluded they must have passed, despite knowing elves lived extremely long lives. Had he maybe tried to find them on his own and couldn’t? Or had he forgotten about them?

Until Astarion and Y/N had become an official couple and she’d commissioned a portrait of him as a gift on an anniversary, he hadn’t even seen himself in two centuries. He’d forgotten what he looked like. It didn’t seem too crazy to assume, the memories of his parents’ names or their faces, might’ve slipped away as well, or even the love they had for him. Especially knowing how deeply Cazador had ruined that notion for him.

She needed to get home. She needed to see Astarion, and then she could figure out what to do.

“I need to go.” Y/N nodded to herself, muttering under her breath. “I need to think.”

“No, please!” the woman lunged, trying to grasp at her, but she had a knife pointed at her chest in an instant, making the elf shrivel back, but still, she pleaded. “Please help us. You’re the hero of Baldur’s Gate! If you can’t help, who will?”

“I promise I will do my best,” Y/N said. “But I need time… I – I need to figure all of this out.”

Her mind was swirling like a hurricane, but the man interrupted her breakdown as she realised how pretty much her in-laws, had kidnapped her. “At least tell us this – is – is it true he is alive? Or have we travelled across Faerun under the pretences of false hope?”

In truth, Y/N wanted to take them by the arms and drag them to her house, but whether Astarion wanted to reach out and reconnect, was up to him. That sort of a choice was not hers to make, but she could grant them this one request.

“He is.” Y/N nodded.

And then she left as quickly as she could because if she had to stand there and watch as the elves crumbled into one another, cries of relief and joy escaping into the slowly setting day, she would crumble too. Their faces were already permanently burned into her mind, and she needed a moment to process everything.

By a stroke of luck or fate, Y/N instantly recognised she was in the woods on the other side of Baldur’s Gate, so retracing her steps to the market was fairly easy even though the whole way back home, she was pretty much stumbling around in a daze, knocking into people and tripping over her own two legs.

Her discarded basket was right where she’d left it, gold coins scattered around it. The pouch must’ve broken during the struggle. Y/N made sure to pick every single piece up and was more than relieved to see, that the rose bloom was still intact.

By the time she arrived, the sun was starting to dip below the horizon, and as the last rays warmed her back, she extended her palm to open the door, though she didn’t even get to touch the handle as it was ripped open by a visibly distressed Astarion.

His eyes looked like he’d been crying, his hair as if he’d been relentlessly raking his fingers through the locks and his lower lip so bitten, there was a small hole where one of his incisors had gone through.

“Oh, thank the Gods!” Astairon instantly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in a bone-crushing hug, burying his nose into the crook of her neck. “Thank the Gods!”

Y/N dropped the basket over the threshold and closed the door with her foot, her own arms weaving around his middle, a palm soothingly brushing along his side, as he soaked her in.

“I’m alright, Star,” she said, kissing his temple and didn’t even make a noise as he gripped her waist tighter, right where bruises were forming. “I’m sorry I was gone so long, but I’m alright.”

“What happened? You said you’d be quick, but you were gone for hours! And you know what the worst part was – I couldn’t even go out looking for you because of the damned fucking sun!” Astarion cupped her face, turning it this way and that way, trying to find any injuries, but the biggest one would be in her head as she tried to figure out how to explain to him what had happened. “Gods, I am never letting you out of my sight again!”

Y/N indulged the vampire in the hug he pulled her in, holding him against her chest, trying to comfort him, but she was way too consumed with her new findings. Too quickly, as evident by the frown on Astarion’s face, she untangled herself from the embrace, anxiety immediately flashing over his handsome features.

She slid her arms from around his waist to take his palms into hers. “I – I don’t even know how to say this… How do you say something like that?”

Worry instantly marred his brow, and Y/N pressed a practised thumb between them, trying to soothe them away.

“Shit…” he muttered. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No!” She cupped his cheeks. “Astarion you’ve done nothing!”

“Then – then what?” He was tentative, still, scared Y/N might be angry at him. Or worse – wanted to leave, but her next words erased all that doubt.

“I…” She took in a deep breath. “Astarion, I met your parents today.”

Whatever he had expected, clearly that hadn’t been it. Probably a confession she’d met a past love, that their feelings were reignited and she wanted to go with them. But definitely not that.

He blinked once, twice, trice, completely and utterly stupefied before a small whisper of “What?” passed his lips.

“It’s why I’m so late,” Y/N explained. “They’d heard a rumour, that I knew you and had travelled with you during our tadpole situation, and came to me. Astarion, your parents are looking for you…”

A million thoughts seemed to swirl in his head, but Y/N held onto his hand through all of them.

“What,” he cleared his throat, “what did you tell them?”

“That I’d find them once I figured out what to do?”

“Which means?”

“Which means I would come home, give you this information and let you figure out what you’d like to do…”

So many emotions flashed across his face, but Y/N no longer needed that mind flayer tadpole connection it created – Astarion was an open book for her to read.

Joy. Such indisputable joy shone in his scarlet eyes before being consumed by confusion. Then anger and disgust and love, but by the end of it all his heart settled on one feeling – fear.

It’s what it knew best, though Y/N had tried her hardest to reduce it to ashes, yet still it lingered. She understood it, despite not being happy he ever had to feel it.

He feared what to do, what would be the right choice to make, he feared their reactions and what they would say of his disappearance or of his newest… condition. Would they accept him? Or would they be repulsed by him?

“What – what would I even say to them?” Astarion searched her Y/E/C eyes as if they held an answer, but when one magically didn’t appear, he hung his head, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I can’t even remember what they looked like. Their names, the house we used to live in… it’s all a fog.”

Y/N tried to give him an encouraging smile. “Well, your mother – she has the most beautiful green eyes. Like that dress you made for me for Summer Solstice, that same shade. And – and she has a little beauty mark on her cheek.” With a gentle thumb, she brushed over the mole. “Right in that same spot.”

His brows furrowed in concentration; his lips pinched tightly. “I – I remember blue eyes. Not green.”

“That might be your father's. His are azure I’d say. Like the summer sky. Gods, Astarion,” Y/N breathed out. “You look so much like them, but… honestly, the only thing you need to know right now is that they looked relieved.” Her voice was soothing as he tried to find lies in her words, but there would be none. “I didn’t tell them anything apart from the fact that you’re alive, and all I saw was complete and utter relief.”

Y/N placed a strand of hair behind his ear as he pondered. His carmine eyes slid to hers. “Do they want to see me?”

“Yes. It was the whole reason they sought me out because I might have a single scrap of information on you.” She’d mention the kidnapping later. Or maybe never, depending on how everything went. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

“Is it,” he hesitated, as if ashamed to be asking such a question. “Is it alright if I think this over for a bit? I’m just – there’s so much going on in my head…”

“Of course, Star!” Y/N cupped his cheeks and placed a reassuring kiss on his forehead. “Take all the time you need.”

“Thank you,” he sighed, his shoulders dropping, but she just shook her head.

“Nothing to thank me for. Not for this.”

And so, they continued on like that for a few days – Y/N didn’t bring the subject up, but she made sure Astarion knew, she’d be there whenever he needed to talk. Yet her mind couldn’t help but worry about the two elves in that little cottage on the other side of the town. How horrid it must be to wait for an answer that might never come, but her love was her first and only priority. When he decided it would be time, she’d support him no matter what.

It was a week after the revelation (and subsequent freakout on Astarion’s part when Y/N had removed her clothes before him, and he saw the raw skin and bruises on her ribs. She spent the whole night convincing him it was fine and talking him down from hunting the mercenary and bleeding him dry. She didn’t mention it had been his parents who’d hired him but rather said it had been an unfortunate coincidence), when Astarion awoke with a certain determination, shaking her awake.

She swatted at him like an insect buzzing by her ear. “Leave me be, you blood-sucking, elf!” Y/N grumbled, burying herself under the duvet. “It’s too early. And stop hogging the covers!”

She was just about to elbow him in the ribs if he didn’t let her sleep more, but what he said was like cold ice being poured over her, waking her up completely.

“I think I want to see my parents.”

Y/N was sat in a second. The sheet dropped down, exposing her naked chest, but she didn’t even feel the chilly air biting at her skin, even though Astarion’s gaze immediately dropped down to her breasts, eyes blazing with want.

Rolling her own eyes, she pulled the cover so that it obscured her indecency. Though it was his favourite outfit of hers, they needed to focus on the important things. “Are you sure? You can take all the time you need. There is no rush to this, and it’s a huge decision to make.”

“I’m sure,” Astarion sighed, running a hand through his moon-white locks and dropping back onto the pillows. “It’s pretty much all I’ve been thinking about.”

Y/N worried her lip before sliding back down next to him, letting him wrap his arms around her body. She knew in moments like these, Astarion needed reassurance, and he craved being close to her. Holding her grounded him, and made his scattered thoughts into something solid.

She kissed right above where his heart lay. “If, you’re sure.”

“I am… I just… Will you be there?” Astarion looked down at her.

The woman gave him a smile. “Nowhere I’d rather be than by your side.”

Gently, he brushed a finger against her cheekbone and leaned to kiss her, thankful he’d found someone to walk the world with, especially during the moments he feared he might break.

The day before they’d decided on meeting, Y/N ventured out to the cabin to inform the elven couple of Astarion’s decision. Once they’d seen her walking up through the window, they were out before she even managed to get to the door, faces full of hope.

“Astarion, he wants to come and see you, but there are some… conditions…”

His mother’s brow furrowed, the grimace so familiar it sent a pang through Y/N’s heart, but she swallowed it. “Whatever he needs. Whatever you both need. Anything for our little Star.”

“So… please just don’t question this, but umm… physical contact – I know I can’t possibly understand how you feel, but let him come to you first. It might not make sense, but it’s important that he is the one to make that step.”

“Of course,” Astarion's father nodded, his mother eagerly agreeing.

“And umm… he’ll be different. He might not look like the elf you remember him being. The world wasn’t kind to him for a long time… Please don’t mention this.”

Pain flashed across their faces at her words. They must have assumed something horrible had happened to him, but to have it confirmed was a different kind of agony. But as Y/N had asked – they didn’t question, simply nodded, holding onto one another a bit tighter.

“Alright.” Her heart was somewhat settled. “Thank you. We – uh- we’ll see you later tonight then.”

And with that, she left only to find Astarion pacing the inside of their hallway upon her return.

“Is it sundown already?” He snapped his neck to her as she removed her cloak, visibly upset when Y/N shook her head.

“A couple more hours, I’m afraid,” she said, taking his hand and kissing his palm, placing it against her cheek. “Please stop worrying. It will all be alright.”          

“But what if I’m making a mistake?”

She raised her brow. “Do you think you’re making a mistake?”

“N-no?” Astarion huffed. “I don’t know. I know I want to see them at least once, but what if it’s best to leave the past in the past? Why torture myself and exhume it, so to speak?”

“You can leave it all behind if that’s what you wish. But, Star, you also have the rarest of opportunities people get – a second chance.” She stepped close to him, pulling his head down by the nape of his neck so they could rest their foreheads against one another. “But you can always leave. You can always say “no.” And if someone doesn’t get that, no matter who they might be, I will gut them navel to throat.”

Astarion chuckled, brushing his nose against hers. “My knight in bloody armour, always ready to ride into battle for me.”

Y/N pecked his lips in response. “As long as I get my kisses at the end of it – without a second to spare.”

They spent the couple of hours waiting until the sun went down cleaning up around the house and then it was time to go.

As Astarion took a deep breath before closing the door, Y/N squeezed his hand. “We can turn back whenever you want to.”

But he seemed determined, only giving her a reassuring smile and twining their fingers together, her hand in his solid hold.

They walked slowly, enjoying the warm night gracing Baldur’s Gate, and soon enough they were through the city and past the woods, a small log cabin coming into view.

He stopped them a few feet away, taking in a moment to gather his thoughts and emotions.

Y/N glanced at him encouragingly. “Are you ready, Star?”

Astarion took in a deep breath, held it in for a moment and then exhaled, nodding. With this confirmation, she released his hand and ventured to the door, gently rapping her knuckles against it, immediately returning to stand beside her lover.

Instantly his palm was back into hers, as if he needed her to ground him, reassure him everything would be alright as nervous energy coursed through his veins while they waited for the inhabitants to come and see them. And though it was probably no more than ten seconds since she’d knocked, it felt like time had stood still. Once the doors opened, even nature quieted down.

The breeze shushed the tweeting birds and seemingly even the worms digging underground stopped their burrowing as finally, after two hundred years, the lost Ancunin son returned.

They stood like that for what seemed like ages, just taking one another in, before a small sob of Astarion’s name from his mother’s lips broke the spellbound silence.

It’s when he rushed for her, the elf already on her feet, meeting him halfway. Her arms wrapped tight around his body, hands smoothing down the back of his head as all the while she kept whispering “My Star, my little Star, you’re home.”

Y/N was on standby, ready to rip her away if Astarion became overwhelmed. She’d asked them to allow him to be the one to make the first step, and they had, but with such all-encompassing feelings, she just wanted him to be safe.

Though all that anxiety dissipated like ice under the blazing hear of the sun when Astarion practically melted against his mother, his fingers digging into her shoulders and back as if he never wished to be let go, both of them crumbling to their knees, still in each other’s embrace.

Tears welled along Y/N’s bottom lashes and when his father joined them, wrapping his arms around his family, they fell like rain on an autumn evening. She had to press a hand against her mouth to not sob out loud, but it didn’t seem like anyone would care, as Y/N noted Astarion’s shoulders shaking while his mother and father were freely crying, all the while touching and caressing his face, trying to ingrain the memory of having their son back in their arms.

She couldn’t imagine that feeling, didn’t ever want to, of finally being reunited with a family which you were so brutally ripped away from. Y/N almost wanted to resurrect Cazador, just so she could drive a stake through his heart again, but that might’ve been a bit too morbid of a thought in such a tender moment.

“You’re home.” His mother pulled back, cupping Astarion’s cheeks and smiling from ear to ear. “Our little Star is back home.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he choked out, but his father shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re here. That’s enough for us.”

Y/N watched as he took in the people who’d searched for him relentlessly. He never knew they’d never given up. She wondered if there would be a time, he’d believe he was worth all it. She certainly hoped so.

“Thank you,” the elf with eyes like jade said, snapping her eyes towards Y/N. “You have no idea what kind of a gift you’ve bestowed upon us. We will never be able to repay you.”

She could only wave them off, a knot in her throat. “You owe me nothing. Seeing this – this is enough for me. I’ll – uh – I’ll leave you to it then.”

Just as she was about to turn around, Astarion jumped to his feet, untangling himself from the limbs of his parents, eyes full of concern. “What? Why? What’s wrong?” He was by her side in an instant, pulling her hand to rest against his chest.

“Nothing!” Y/N shook her head. “I just – I just think maybe I should take my leave. I can be back in a few hours if you’d like, but this just all seems like – like a private family reunion.”

Astarion scoffed, his free arm weaving around her waist, completely offended. “And what exactly do you think you are to me if not family, my love? Arguably, you might be the most important part of it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that -,”

“Hush now!” he scolded her. “You promised to be by my side through everything. Are you breaking that promise?”

“No, I just,” she stammered. “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave you to it? This just feels awfully personal.”

“My love, you are the keeper of my heart. You are my true home.” Astarion cupped her cheek, resting his brow against hers, chest against chest, not caring who might see. “Without you, none of this would have happened. I could still be on that beach with a mind flayer tadpole wriggling behind my eye.” He took her hand, and kissed her knuckles, sighing as they brushed against his jaw. “I don’t want to do this without you. I want to relearn who my parents are, and I want them to get to know me, but a non-negotiable part of that is you. That is if it’s alright with you?”

A tear slipped down her cheek, as she looked deep into those ruby eyes that once held nothing but fear and pain, only to now show love and compassion and happiness. When she smiled, her grin could have rivalled the sun itself. “I’d be honoured.”

When they glanced at the two elves by the threshold of the house, they noted the horrified looks on their faces. Astarion’s guard was immediately up, but his mother beat him to it.

“My Star, I am so sorry!” She put a hand over her mouth. “We swear we didn’t know you two were lovers! We just...” She glanced at her husband in desperation, but it seemed the little scene they’d put on had rendered him speechless. “Had we known, we would have never…”

Astarion squinted at her, a dangerous note appearing in his voice. “Never would have what?”

“Oh Gods, we had your partner kidnapped,” his father finally got out, eyes only widening in more shock as it settled that Y/N wasn’t just a travelling companion or a friend, but just what she really meant to Astarion.

“You did what?!” His head snapped to Y/N who now retreated to stand between the two shocked elves, and her quite furious boyfriend.

“Astarion, it’s alright,” she tried to calm him down. “They didn’t know! Besides, I heard them arguing with that mercenary. They didn’t hurt me. In fact, I,” she let out a nervous chuckle, “I held a knife to your mother’s throat. So, call it even and let’s move past it?”

His gaze was hot like the flames, as it burned into her. “We will discuss this later.” He pointed an accusatory finger at her before taking a deep breath and exhaling. “This is absolutely not how I ever imagined a family reunion to go, let alone the introduction of my partner.”

Y/N’s shoulders dropped as he broke the settled tension, but something in his eyes told her she’d pay for her omissions. And oh, how delicious that punishment would be.

His mother still seemed to be all nerves as she invited them inside, spouting apologies in Y/N’s direction, but when she took the elf's hand in hers and gave a comforting embrace, she relaxed a little. “Let’s let the bygones be bygones.”

“I’d appreciate that,” she smiled, and wrinkles of age and time appeared around her eyes.

It was awkward at first, two centuries of hurt laying between them, two centuries of torture on Astarion’s end, of lost love and people, but slowly they opened up. And when his mother mentioned how he always used to bury his nose into strawberry fields, because it reminded him of his mother’s hair care products, it was like a damn had been opened.

The memories were still there, buried under layers of pain and horrors, but there. Maybe a little jumbled up and out of sorts, but with every hour spent together, locks were being broken and a light long lost lit up again.

Astarion had changed, but so had his parents. He let them know of his adventures, how he met Y/N and how she had turned his world upside down but abstained from the more gruesome parts. He wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. Maybe not ever, but if he so wished, she knew his parents would be there to listen and welcome his vulnerably with open arms.

An hour before the sun resumed its place in the sky, Y/N nudged Astarion, telling him it was time to leave. She had little doubt in her mind, his parents had caught onto what he was, even if they hadn’t mentioned Cazador. If not for the shape of his elongated canines, or the colour of his eyes, which Y/N had found out had been a beautiful shade of pale green, then because of the brutal scars on his neck. But they still pulled him into a hug with such vigour, it was like they feared they’d never see him again, which was probably a thought always haunting their minds.

“Would – would you like to come over to ours?” Astarion asked, still holding onto his mother’s hands. “It’s a bit of a mess, our place, but if you come after the sun’s down, I’m sure we can have it proper enough to take on guests.”

It was an odd request, but thankfully, neither his mother nor father said anything about the specific time request, simply hugged him once more and promised to be by their door the second the sun dipped, wine and lemon cakes in hand.

As they waved their goodbyes, Astarion slipped his palm into Y/N’s and made sure they walked all the way back like that. Once behind a closed door, he pulled her into his chest relishing in the way their bodies melded together – two puzzle pieces finally connecting and forming the most magnificent picture to exist.

“What is it like to be finally home?” Y/N asked as he swayed them to a tune only, he heard.

Astarion shook his head, pulling slightly back so he could cup her jaw. “My love, I have been home for a long time now. I’ve been safe and cared for, all thanks to you.” His eyes were so full of love and adoration, she almost choked on a breath. “Now�� now it just feels complete. So thank you… thank you for being my home,” he muttered that little confession against her skin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

“Always, my love.” Y/N didn’t hide the tears rolling down her face and he brushed them away with a soft thumb. “Always.”

When their gazes locked, all she could see was excitement for what the new day had to offer, and she knew whatever was in store, as long as they were by one another’s side, there was nothing they couldn’t overcome.

But for all that, there was an important thing she was unaware of.

As Y/N entered their living room, talking to herself and making a list of what they had to do before his parents arrived, Astarion stood and watched her, leaning against the doorframe, all the while his hands rested in his pocket, where in one of them, a beautiful ring was being twirled between his fingers.

Before they’d left, his mother had slyly pulled it off her own hand, pressing it into his palm, and whispering to him while hugging that she didn’t want to see Y/N without it the next time around.

Astarion had no intention of living his life without Y/N as his fiancé for a second longer.

When she turned around to find him on one knee, he didn’t even get to ask the question before she responded with a shout of “Yes!” and jumped on him, pulling him into a kiss he swore breathed life into his still chest.

He couldn’t wait to reintroduce Y/N to his parents as his intended.

Now all was as it should be. He was finally home. And somewhere in the garden, a rose bloomed in full.

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A/N: This idea was inspired by that one post of a painting Astarion's parents probably had of him, but had put away somewhere just so they didn't have to look a the son they lost, so I rectified it (Link to the inspo pic :) :( Now they have a portrait of Astarion and his love right above their fire place :)

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[moonsaver]

hihi!! could I req some platonic aventurine hcs with a teen!reader?

Fun !

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He's, in possibly no better words, your ride or die best friend.

I can just imagine him coming to pick you up wherever you live with a Regina George attitude like, "get in loser we're going shopping" (affectionate)

He's very fond of you! Loves having just a buddy around, even tries teaching you some card and coin tricks, giggles sneakily with you in huge casinos as he places bets and shamelessly shows you how he's cheating and turning the game to his favor. He's not sure whether or not he wants you to help him cheat, though. That could spell trouble for you..

Such a Annoying Big Brother vibe, but he's so annoyingly affectionate too. Even platonically, he's literally all over you. Sometimes to embarass you, he acts like some kind of a mother hen, or says embarassing things out loud like "mom said get back before 8 PM for bedtime!" In front of all your friends.

As I said, Aventurine is annoying, even while platonically affectionate. If you're shorter than him, he uses you as an elbow rest, and smugly smiles at you. If you're taller than him, tells you that you're growing too fast and need to slow down, and that you can't have any more milk. Constantly ruffles your hair for fun, pinches your cheeks like an asian aunt, kisses your forehead sloppily and enjoys the cringe on your face when you wipe your forehead.

As I mentioned, he's an absolute asian aunt to you. Makes you sit down and feeds you too much, tells you "kids like you need a balanced diet", obviously quoting someone, as he shoves another platter of whatever he thought was healthy towards you. If you ever find him at a bar, he's the one scolding you as if he wasn't making bets on his life in there. If he can't leave, makes you sit near him and tells the bartender you can't have anything alcoholic, and maybe you should have a glass of milk like all the other kiddos drink. The bartender gives you soda and Aventurine probably drinks half of it anyway.

If anyone's picking on you.. it's alright! Just fun and games, this is how things work in friendships. He'll scare them enough to keep them silent, though! Probably looms around you threateningly with hired bodyguards just to scare them into silence. If you get physically bullied, he's not having it at all. When he finds out,his smug smile drops for a moment, and returns again, but you can tell something's off. He suggests paying back tenfold. Whatever happens next? They had it coming, he tells you.

Loves shopping with you. Purposefully picks out ugly clothing and tells you "you'd look GREAT in this!" And snickers. You have to pick out something equally ugly and take pictures. Half of your shopping is general clothing and the other half are just horrendous clothing you both decided to buy as momentos. Sometimes, when both of you have sleepovers, you put on a diy fashion show and act like divas in these ugly clothes, dying laughing from just how clashing and horrid it looks.

Gets matching sunglasses with you! Maybe he'll customize the shade to match your complexion, but it's definitely matching with his.

Worried that people might come after you. Deep down he's afraid of losing you. After some time you become like family to him. He doesn't have a lot to his name, and could afford to lose everything. But now that you're there, he worries about it. Sometimes, overthinking leads to other worries that you might leave him, cut him off, or not find him "fun" anymore. But all that ends up being pushed to the back of his mind, and he smiles again at you, deciding it's not the time to worry about something like that.

[https-wildchaos]

Oooh because you have asked for asks I’ll word vomit an idea I had!

Meeting boomer in a bar and he’s just his cocky self and tries to challenge you at pool or darts and he just keeps losing, then cheering him up with buying him a drink lol

a/n;; OH MY GOD HI!! I LOVE UR ART TY FOR THE ASK OH EM GEE YES YES AMAZING!!

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ss;ktlj captain boomerang / george "digger" harkness X male reader

“ Losers Round ”

It was a normal day for you, nothing out of the usual night routine of going to the nearby bar round your house after a long day of working. You entered the bar, greeting the barmen. " the usual? " you nodded with a smile, looking around to see the other folks on the bar counter until you find a new face, a blonde man around your age looking like hr just came out of the costume shop. you felt your social battery recharge, wanting to know the old looking stranger.

— "hey." you tried greeting him, the man raised an eyebrow, turning towards you giving a small nod before taking a long swig of his beer bottle. "you new round here?" you asked him before he opened his mouth to reply: "yeah, name's digger, yours?" he asked you back. "its m/n... had a wild day today? you seem beaten." you'd say, the barmen handing your favorite drink to you. you'd take a long swig before he looks at you with a hint of annoyance as he let out a scoff.

— "ya sure mate? i can prove you otherwise" digger said as he stared at you with a pair of furrowed eyebrows, taking a sip of his drink. "how exactly are you gonna do that?" you asked curiously before he snickered. "ill beat you at every game on this bar" he replied proudly before you let out a laugh. "are you sure? im known as the best player on this bar." he nodded excitedly, ready for a challenge. You both got up ready to compete.

after losing the first round of pool he would scoff, looking at the pool balls angrily "you're just lucky mate!" which he was quickly proved wrong after the few awkwardly short rounds of pool. — "darts! let's do darts, I know for a fact my aim gotta be better than yours you mutt!" he said angrily before you laughed: "ha! alright dude, whatever you say." you guys played darts and well... he proved to be a sore loser after the 5 rounds he lost.

he muttered angrily before sitting back on the bar seat. — "it's some spell you put on me!" he said, looking back at you while you sat by him. "well I've played these for a long time digger, i know you're good at something else." you tried to reassure him, wanting to have him calm down a bit. "yeah alright." he replied, leaning into the corner, tapping his finger on the wood. "listen, what about i give you a beer and we just talk instead, eh?" you'd say to him before he sighed, nodding in defeat.

"barmen!" youd call out with a smile, wanting to know about your new friend

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[marvellovegalore]

Loving You

Chris Evans

Synopsis: Chris is over the moon, he's met you and life couldn't be better - you're all he's ever dreamed of and there's nothing you could do to ruin that.

Warning: explicit language, sexual content

No one in your industry would ever consider you difficult to work with, neither mean, arrogant, conniving or calculating. Most would go out of their way to praise you, proclaim their adoration for the movie star of dreams. On the other hand, your previous partners would. Ex-boyfriends that would bravely volunteer to be interviewed about your past relationship would recount their experiences with the same look as a shell-shocked soldier. If they could, they would gather in a support group for those left with deeply affecting, unresolved trauma - left by you.

You would deny it, if you could be bothered; or if the media had declared your heartbreaker ways to be of public interest. Which they are, but you’re largely untouchable therefore they're unreported. A Hollywood starlet, philanthropist, trend setter and tastemaker - alongside with being viewed largely as a sweetheart. Your childhood nannies coming in storming with adulations and saccharine recollections of a sweet and shy child. Friends that are more than happy to celebrate you on social media and fans who fill the internet with high production videos of you strutting on the streets and red carpets cement the idea that you are the moment, and you are loved.

To the world outside of the sphere of your ex-boyfriends, you were the most eligible bachelorette. There was no flaw in sight, no illusion to dispel or enchantment to break; you’re the real deal. Until you get bored, and you need to hurt someone. Because hurt people, hurt people. As the saying goes. There’s no need to go into that - just yet.

So, when Christopher saw you at the 2019 Vanity Fair Oscars after party, he fell head over heels. Your eyes cast a spell on him, and the enchantment was cast by the world’s master mage, you. You barely realised what you did, you were in no mood to flirt or truly fraternise. You were attempting to drown your sorrows of missing out on another Oscar win for the second time - in a mojito glass. You looked spectacular, possibly more than how you looked during the ceremony. But to Chris, your face of indignation looked like the angelic expression of a good second place loser with no hard feelings. He attempted to approach you, but too many people go into his way, they came with unprovoked film criticisms and pseudo interview responses that would get them into the academy board. All he wanted was to see your face up close and know how you spoke when you weren’t being regarded by a crowd of enraptured spectators.

He could see that you weren’t being left alone either, you hadn’t won the Oscar, but you are being treated as if you did. Your eyes bounce off of him every once in a while, but he couldn’t capture your attention - and then you left the party. You hardly made the French exit you were seeking. Stars old and young clamoured to say their goodbyes and kisses on your cheeks. You finally managed to escape. If Chris were to attempt to lie and say that he wasn’t disappointed, a blind woman could have seen right through him. His heart dropped, and he couldn’t explain why - he didn’t even know you.

Some other actor friends managed to drag him to a more intimate after party, the setting hardly intimate. A compound nestled in Hidden Hills, twenty-four-hour security circling the property, of one starlet who presented herself at the beginning of the night but chose an early slumber rather than socialising.

You came in half an hour after him, a miniskirt showing off your incredible legs - which were insured for an absurd amount.

His breath caught in his mouth. You were dressed down, but you looked too incredible to even try and claim you didn’t try. Everyone’s head turned and everyone was captured by the beauty at the door, accompanied by a friend. Your demure appearance fooling everyone into thinking that the attention was unwanted. You grabbed yourself a drink and half an hour later you were still enveloped with a group of equally intoxicated friends.

Though, Chris was determined to get your attention. He grabbed a drink off of the barman and slowly and easily made his way to you. The word ‘chill’ being chanted over and over again in his head. He was dead set on not making a fool of himself. Three steps away from you, glass of mojito clutched in his hands, his anxiety being beaten down and desperately suffocated into his stomach and away from his brain. He goes over his words, and before he finishes walking to you, you turn suddenly.

Your eyes pierce into his, a smirk glossing your lips. “Hi.” Your voice is low, characteristically different from your stage voice - your accent just as strong.

“Hey, got this for you.” Chris thrusts the glass into your unexpectant hand, some of the drink splashing out over the frosted rim. “Hope, it’s not too presumptive of me to have gotten it for you?” His eyes have glossed over, he shifts his weight from one foot to another. You shake your head no, a sweet smile playing at your lips. He’s even easier on the eyes much closer up. “Sorry you didn’t win that Oscar, real shame, I was rooting for you!”

You store it in the back of your mind that this man manages to look like a golden retriever even when he’s several drinks down, “It’s nothing, what does it mean anyway, I’ll still get more jobs in the future.” You take a sip of your drink after he takes a sip of his.

He compliments your eyes, your complexion and goes on an eager rant of how much he admires your capacity for acting. You drink in the adoration diluted by alcohol and take his words with a pinch of salt. After twenty minutes of solid, drunken conversation you’ve moved to a nook shadowed by statues. Your legs next to his on the red velvet sofa. You remark on the class of the artistic statues, clearly purchased illegally from a Mediterranean museum. He barely takes in your words, much preferring to intoxicate himself with the sight of you - and his fifth beer.

You’ve decided that you want him. Badly. But you’ve sussed him out. He’s not just going to be a one-night stand - in the animal kingdom he’s a Golden Retriever, and those aren’t dogs to be messed with. Your last fling was essentially a Doberman pinscher - discardable - but this Chris had to reeled in slowly.

You interrupt his musing about the Boston markets with a kiss.

Your lips smoothly capture his, your lipstick smearing over his lips. His hand presses tightly on the small of your back, arm underneath your waist holding you up higher. Stars explode inside your eyelids and his fingers grip tightly onto your shirt as your tongue licks his bottom lip. Your entry is granted, you lips pressing tighter against each other. Your eyelashes dance over his. Your hands rise to his face, your hands imprinting themselves onto his cheekbones. His hand brushes over the bare skin of your leg, his fingertips tracing the insides of your thighs. A small moan rises from the back of his throat.

The hold you have on him is cemented, you part away from him. You untangle yourself from him and stand up from the sofa, your eyes refusing to look at him, you smooth your clothes and slowly strut away from him.

Chris looks at the fire that you’ve set on his limbs in disbelief, he doesn’t grasp what you’ve just done. Did he do something wrong? Does he smell? No. You just didn’t care for the ceremony of the first ‘after-kiss’ moments.

He doesn’t see you for a year.

You truly are elusive - to the media and him.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind, and the fact that you starred in another award-nominated film did little to help him forget you.

You were curious to understand whether you really enticed him or not. You decided to not pursue that line of questioning, and never bothered to reply to his direct messages. It wasn’t done with the intent of hurting him, you just didn’t care. But life has a way of putting things in your way that deep down you didn’t know you wanted.

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Nevertheless, here you are, with your boyfriend of a year - Christopher, sat across from you telling you story about his nephew. You simper, your eyes flitting between the sight of him and the view of the sea. The coast of Martha’s Vineyard enraptures you, you drink your wine, eyes steadily moving to the coastal view.

You grew up coming here. Your family often choosing the quiet island to rest in during the late spring holidays. You brought Chris back here to stay at your family holiday home as it’s not too far from his own family home, a perfect last stop after spending the week with his family.

He watches you curiously, his blue irises begging you to let him in to your thoughts. You refuse silently and beckon the waiter. You ask for the bill, it’s quickly on the table and you pay - ignoring Chris’ refusals. You smile at him, for the second time during dinner. He responds in kind, remarking on your bad mood and how he’s glad you’ve cheered up after having some food. He muses on the lovely weekend you’ve had together as you leave the restaurant. Candlelight following you as you make your exit with your hands holding each other tightly, his other hand in his preppy shorts.

You walk slowly, watching the sunset. His arm finding its way around your shoulders. His sweet and intimate embrace enveloping you in warmth. Your heart beats quickly against his bicep as you near your home. Your hands tremble for some reason and you practically sprint up the porch steps after you’ve crossed the gate and walkway, leaving Chris five steps behind you.

You open the door and make a quick beeline for the kitchen in the far back of the house. You enter the pantry, ignoring Chris’ questions of what is wrong. You take a bottle of Rosé out of the wine fridge and forgo pouring it into a glass and drink it straight from the bottle. It tastes incredibly sweet, and Chris finds you eventually in the pantry. He looks at you in surprise as you gulp the drink.

“Everything okay, baby?” He walks to you, his hands failing onto your hips, his adoring eyes almost boring into your soul. You refuse him entry into the pits of your emotions. Steeling yourself against the onslaught of therapy-like talk.

You don’t want him to know that hurt people, hurt people. And that you’re one of them.

You kiss him, silencing his calming words.

His fingers tighten on your sundress. The colour melding with the colour of his fingers. Your lips become one.

You go through the steps of getting out of the pantry in a seemingly choreographed dance, your dance ends in the smaller reception room; your bodies tangling themselves on the rug. Neither of you giving a care to fact that you’re undressing in front of the window overlooking the pool and coast.

The flickers of the setting sun’s rays highlight his now bare chest. He returns his lips to yours in a hypnotising kiss. Your hands dance with the muscles of his back as you caress his skin, his torso vibrating in between your legs with the fervour of his movements. Your dress is ripped off your body. He directs his attention to your right breast, his soft lips caressing your skin. His tongue lashes slowly against your nipple, you fight to hold back your moans as his hand lowers to your pussy. His fingers pushing aside your pants, his fingers sink into you like it’s their second nature. Your head rolls back as he makes love to you with his fingers and his lips lower down to where his fingers are. He licks you where you need him most, his love for you being written inside you with his tongue.

You orgasm. Slowly.

And all that runs through your mind is how much you’ll miss him.

You pull him up to you, you turn over and straddle him. Tasting yourself on his lips as the sun sets even lower. The waves crash against the shore violently as the wind picks up. You lower yourself onto him and start riding him, your hips bucking in an impassioned manner against his. He doesn’t hold back his moans as he caresses your breasts and stomach.

You realised you loved him four months ago, but every time you catch sight of his loving eyes when you’re fucking, it makes you fall in love all over again.

Chris switches and puts you on all fours, he grips your hair in his hands, the rising intensity making him grip you harder. His thrusts are merciless, his spare hand spanking you and stroking, you’re on the cusp of a sensory overload when he turns you over. On your back you have the most beautiful view. A strong ray of sunlight brightening his eyes as he makes love to you. His kisses are tender but intense. His hand grips onto yours, your fingers intertwined and his other hand griping onto your face.

A tear slips out of your eye, you wipe it away quickly. Your increased sensitivity makes the second orgasm come, Chris fucks you through your breathy moans and you throw your head back. Momentarily blinded by the bliss; the pink sky wakes up from the saccharine, cloudy state. Chris orgasms into you with four thrusts.

You push away from him and stand up; you pull on your silky pants. You sigh and leave Chris on laying breathless on the rug. You walk upstairs and enter your room. You use the toilet, wash your hands, have a glass of water and throw on a short black dress. As you pull on your boots Chris enters the room, a smile gracing his lips.

He pulls on some shorts, “Want to tell me what all that was about?” He gives you a confused expression as he lies back against the bed, taking one of the fluffed pillows from behind him and tucking it between his chest and arms.

Hurt people, hurt people.

You turn towards him, facing away from your walk-in closet. “When we fuck, I have to think about other men to get through it.”

His eyes widen alarmingly, he turns to you, the light of the tv making him blue. “Say that again?” The disbelief is almost tangible in his words.

“I feel embarrassed about being seen with you now. I feel I’m just too good for you.” You walk into the closet and you hear him stomp off the bed.

“No, rewind to what you first said.” His voice is louder, his features twisted with confusion and hurt.

“I have to think of other guys to get off,” your eyes connect with his, you don’t look away, you fight the smirk biting at your lips. “I can’t stand the thought of being with you any longer. I’m sick of it.” You grab the suitcase that was packed for you when you were at the restaurant. “Also, you’re not as ripped as you were when we met, there’s other guys that can provide that image for me.”

“Take it back.” The hurt he’s feeling is completely tangible now. “Take it back right now. Right. Now.” His eyes are pleading with you to have mercy.

You've decided that you've gone past the point of no return. “I’d be happy never have to see you or have to hear from you - ever again.” You scan his eyes, your heart swelling with an eerie feeling of pride as his eyes flood with held back tears.

“This must be some elaborate prank— “he chokes on his words, his hands reach for yours, but you step back.

“This year has been tedious, completely boring and I’ve gotten nothing but only ten decent fucks from you.” Not true, and both of you can attest to that, you've had the best sex, your mutual adoration is clear when you make love. So, Chris is at a loss to understand how this is all being said and happening. “I’m off to New York, stay as long as you like or don’t. I don’t care. Have a nice life.” You slip past him.

Taking his heart and soul with you.

He can’t stop the tears from ballooning in his eyes and then trickling down his cheeks.

He must be stuck in a nightmare. He doesn’t know how long he’s been pacing in this closet filled with your clothes, your smell haunting him.

He rushes downstairs and there’s no sign of you. He stumbles outside and there’s no sign of you or your driver. He rushes in to get his phone and calls you. Five times. The sixth time it goes straight to voicemail.

He feels his heart break.

He falls right in the spot he’s in. He vomits his heart out, the pieces being spat out onto the wooden floors. The blood shinning underneath the soft lights of the lamps.

He wants death. Slow and steady death.

——

Part Deux -

[daydream-believin]

MERLIN’S APPRENTICE & MERLIN’S CHAMPION || trollhunters

warnings: swearing

a/n: if rott gave me anything it gave me this idea

I KNOW I SAID “JUICY” BUT REALLY THAT WAS JUST THE ANGST POTENTIAL,, THAT IM NOT INDULGING IN THIS POST IM SORRY LMAO

OKAY WHAT IM REALLY TALKING BOUT HERE IS A GOOD MERLIN/ARTHUR BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS

no sorry i haven’t seen bbc merlin don’t come for me i’m ignorant

OKAY SO

we know douxie kept an eye on the human trollhunter and co

but douxie’s really having a hard time convincing himself he’s just doing his job

he’s actually enjoying this a little too much despite how boring staying in the shadows is

and he’s kinda worried?

so he’s got this bright idea: you know what would better help him keeps tabs? if he befriends this person

and so he does

fuck merlin’s shadows

sod the rules

ofc he’s very up front about knowing they’re the trollhunter and that he’s merlin’s apprentice

we wouldn’t want that to become a huge festering secret that eats douxie from the inside out until the inevitable reveal when merlin calls them both to help with the arcane order and they realize they’ve both been lying to each other’s faces for months/years and neither of them know if they could ever trust the other again, right? — phew *catches breath*

but before you know it, mr. casperan and mx. trollhunter are best friends

he’s basically the toby to your jim

and you’re very happy to have a best friend like douxie

he understands that monster hunting hustle

he’s the only person you can vent to and actually talk about what’s going on without sounding like a loon

and douxie likes being able to tell someone all his frustrations with merlin, since you’re also in that boat with him

you spar sometimes. it’s fun, but you’re very careful not to accidentally hurt your friend (he’s extremely careful not to hurt you or wound your ego by effortlessly wiping you out)

ofc, there’s the occasional, brushing of hands, faces a little too close together, accidentally winding up on top of one another, purposefully winding up on top of one another 👀 you know how sparring be

you and douxie are a duo. a duo who have become trollmarket’s resident troublemakers, to vendel’s exasperation

you guys tease each other a lot

you do a lot of stupid shit, cause hey, now you have magic armor and a magic sword and a magic best friend, did you think you wouldn’t get up to some shenanigans?

douxie is your impulse control and he’s not a very good one, as he’s just as bad

truthfully archie has the brain cell

and pranks? gods the pranks. you two are always either pranking each other or you’re teaming up to prank some other troll who said smth mean to you in the pub. vendel had to personally put a stop to it (read: chew you out)

doux thinks the world of you tho, you’re such a noble knight, and likes to tell people about how you’re a cinnamon roll, so innocent, so pure

and then they meet you and you directly contradict those statements

trollhunter: i’ve never done anything wrong in my life, ever

douxie: i know this and i love you

(spoiler: you’ve done lots and lots of wrong)

doux spends an awful lot of time slinking around trollmarket now, and he’s in the know for everything that’s happening

(no more being kept in the dark for this wizard apprentice)

and doux knows merlin won’t completely approve of this, but hey, it’s not like he’s helping and thus directly disobeying

really, he’s not helping you at all, it’s really fucking annoying

okay so mayyybe the occasional healing spell. you’ve got those puppy dog eyes he can’t say no to

but you understand his sense of duty, or whatever it is that drives a follower, technically being a follower of merlin yourself

you respect the old geezer (as you have not been turned into a half-troll yet) as a wise mythical figure, and as your best friend’s father

and what a perfect match you are for each other, champion and apprentice, mutually being screwed over by a guy you both think has all the answers

you and douxie help each other grow in your self-worths, that you two are more than the chances merlin has given to you

unfortunately, mortifyingly, you have caught feelings.

douxie has also caught feelings, and is saying nothing yep you have enough on your plate without him putting this on you so he’ll just quietly pine and suffer don’t mind him choking to death in the corner when you take off your helmet and throw back your hair

y’all’s problem really starts manifesting itself as protectiveness. you are really protective of your wizard and he is really protective of his knight

lots of things said that are Not What Friends Say but neither of you really want to be the one to point that out

lots and lots of i love yous that slowly get more and more serious until it’s not exactly platonic anymore

and it’s just really nice to have someone to get coffee (or your favored hot drink) with at four in the morning after a tussle with a troll

and that’s basically how you and douxie spend the bulk of trollhunters, just vibing

as much as you can vibe, with all the changelings and shit trying to murder you all the time

then merlin wakes up and shakes up your world

you are aware of your impending doom

you’re aware of it

merlin keeps looking you up and down like he’s mentally making up the measurements of your coffin

and tbh the idea of fighting gunmar freaks you tf out

and you’re supposed to win that fight?

gods

you’re preparing for your nightmares coming true soon

truthfully you knew your fucking job had a 100% mortality rate

you don’t want to die with regrets

so

you spill

you spill all the things you’d wanted to tell him and how much he means to you and that you couldn’t bear it if you were a goner before he knew

miraculously, douxie feels the same and tells you all the things he’d been holding back and and what you mean to him and how much he wants to protect you, that you’re gonna make it, if he had anything to say about it

and everything is perfect for one night

now you have a real reason to win

not that saving humanity isn’t a big responsibility on your shoulders and definitely A Reason

but knowing douxie’s waiting for you, for the life you’ll build together after this, the peace you’ll both have, it’s absolutely a big motivation to give your all and come out victorious and survive

hahaha loser you don’t know about the arcane order

and then merlin uses your microwave to cook a weird potion

you and merlin are alone in the house, but there’s no real mind games necessary. you may have grown past thinking he was a god, but in the end, you’re still a follower of merlin, and if merlin thinks this could give you an edge, well, who are you to question his methods

doesn’t mean you aren’t nervous as your master hands you the bottle

yet you don’t even hesitate to drown yourself in the black abyss of the tub

whatever it takes amirite?

and now you’re a half-troll

a sexy half-troll, if you do say so yourself

yeah, no ‘i’m a monster’ angst here, you’re loving the power-up

you’ve got to treat it like a cool new power-up or you will cry actually tbh i lied about the no-angst thing a new body is disorienting

your only real concern is douxie

not concerned for long tho, he sees you and the first thing out of his mouth is “nuclear!”

and he senses your concern, so he does go out of his way to assure you that boy, girl, enby, or half-troll, he loves you for your soul, darling

also again half-troll! you is hot as hell so he’s not really losing anything here 👀

he makes sure you know that too, not to let any insecurities fester

him raking his eyes up and down you gives the opposite effect of the dread merlin sent down your spine doing it

anyways,,,

doux helps out a lot more in the eternal night

like helps merlin re-defeat and re-seal morgana

he’ll do it again in few weeks but with a bigger role you know, this is practice

thank merlin for that edge YOU ARE THE LAST TROLLHUNTER YOU ARE VICTORIOUS YOUVE GOT GUNMARS HEAD IN YOUR HANDS HAHAHA

but now you’ve got to go to new jersey

douxie’s been instructed to stay in arcadia tho 🥺

it’s okay, you’ll see each other again soon

sooner than you realize

and until then you talk each other to sleep every night over the phone <3

merlins glad, actually. he’s glad hisirdoux found some solace. even if it is with the lamb he was raising for the slaughter. maybe things will go okay for them. the time map suggests it might be so

hisirdoux may have done things in a way he didn’t quite approve of, but that’s because he’s becoming his own wizard, and merlin is proud

[whataboutmyfries]

summertime sadness

So I've just stumbled across this website and after a few minutes of frantic-ing this was born! absolute brainrot that makes minimal sense but here you are!

(all errors are mine, I was too busy trying to get in as many words as possible to worry about spelling lol)

characters by @lumosinlove!

(written for the prompt hot dog)

Leo huffed in distress as the hot sun bore down on his neck, liquefying the cone of ice cream he was holding in his hand. "Lolo! can we go back? It's hot as balls, I hate it here." Leo moaned, trying to clean up the stick mess dripping over his fingers. Logan bounded over, a bright grin splitting his face, flushed from the heat.

"What's wrong? I got us some hotdogs!" he held up the snack, hot steam wafting from the freshly made food. Leo just groaned, the mere though of eating something that hot making his stomach roll.

"Lo, its 35 degrees. There is no way in hell I'm eating that. Look at my goddamn icecream. Look at it! it's digusting!" Logan looked down at the soupy mess dripping onto the grass and smirked. "You weren't complaining half as much when we did that last night but okay." Leo glared, the sweat dripping off his eyebrow somewhat taking away from the effect. Logan gave him a shit-eating grin leaning down to suck Leo's fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each individual digit to get the sweet mess off his partner's fingers. Leo groaned, tipping his head back at the sensation of Logan tonguing feverishly at his hands.

Logan laughed around the obstruction in his mouth, only sucking harder as he went. "Tremz, it is way too hot for us to be doing this; besides there's no way I'm having sex with you without atleast two air cons blasting at full strength, i promise you."

Logan looked up at him through his lashes, innocently pulling another finger into his mouth, making Leo fumble to keep his grip on the cone. Just as Leo opened his mouth to retort to that, a soft thud distracted the both of them, and Leo turned to find a hotdog laying in the grass, mayonnaise splattered over Logan's calves. Logan let Leo's fingers fall out of his mouth, looking to his side to the sad sight.

He took one at the mess and burst out laughing, walking over to the table to set the other hot dog down before pulling Leo in for a long kiss. Leo moaned, the taste of icecream on Logan's tongue making him salivate. Logan pulled away with a smug smirk and went over to his food, taking a bite of the remaining hot dog, rolling his eyes expressively as he groaned at the taste.

"Well," He said, through a mouthfull of food, "Atleast you don't have to eat the hot dog anymore?" Leo rolled his eyes, walking back into their kitchen to check on Finn, who'd been fixing up their drinks. "We both know that even if I'd refused to eat it, you would've had it anyway. So who's the real loser here?" Logan huffed affectionately, flipping him off as he took another bite. "You love me and you know it!" Leo laughed, giving Finn a kiss before going over to the sink to wash his hands. "You're a menace!" He called, already dreaming of another cone of ice-cream. Maybe the summer wasn't so bad after all.

[sapiowoman28]

Whipped Part 1 - Good in bed

Pairing: Jeno x May

Genre: friends to lovers au, smut, fluff

Warnings: mentions of oral sex (male receiving) do not read if you're a minor in your country.

Lee Jeno had a reputation on campus of being a ladies man. He knew it, but he didn't care. It was always the same thing they all spoke about. How he had his first girlfriend at 14, and broke up with her 4 years later when he turned 18. How the 2nd girl lasted a year, but he left her too. After the 2nd girl, he decided he wouldn't do relationships anymore. All that simply caused people to talk about him even more.

They spoke about his best friend May too. They called her Marvellous May, because she apparently was good in bed. May was quite the character. She had never had a boyfriend before, prefering to love them and leave them. She had no interest beyond hanging around the same guy more than a few times.

The guys? They were whipped. It wasn't uncommon for May to stop seeing someone, only to have the guy try to convince her otherwise by following her around like a sick puppy dog. Jeno had to get involved a couple of times to stop the stalking.

It always amused him. These losers, he and May would laugh. Unsurprisingly they were tagged the Terrible Twosome, infamous for being mean to anyone who messed with them or their friends. For some strange reason, nobody had ever tried suggesting they get together - everyone assumed they had a sibling like relationship because they were so similar.

That was why May was confused when Jeno first brought up the idea of screwing each other one day when they were hanging out at their favourite bar people watching.

"Why suddenly?" she asked, taking a sip of her beer.

"You're not screwing anyone. I'm not screwing anyone. Why not screw each other till we find others?" he shrugged. "Besides, we know and trust each other."

She sat back in her seat, pursing her lips. He wondered if he had crossed the line.

"I'll think about it." she said. He agreed, and the topic didn't come up again for another few months.

It was only at the pool party she threw that May saw Jeno in a different light. May came from an affluent family. Her parents ran a business empire which required them to travel frequently. And when they were out of town, May threw parties.

This one in particular had too many people and too much booze. The police got called in and that ended things. As people left, May noticed the amount of mess she and her housekeeper would have to clear. Thankfully Jeno and Jaemin offered to stay behind to help.

And then it happened. To cool off after cleaning, the boys stripped to their shorts and sat by the pool drinking beer. May froze at the sight of Jeno's sculpted body, mouth slightly opened in shock. Jaemin noticed it immediately.

"Dude, she's checking you out!" he teased Jeno. Jeno smiled but said nothing, giving her a wink. She looked away, not wanting Jaemin to tease any more.

That night, he texted her.

"I think you might wanna hang out at my place tomorrow." he asked.

"I'm meeting the girls at the club but i can do dinner before that."

"I'll order pizza." he said.

And so here he was, sitting on the sofa, with May on her knees, giving him the blowjob of his lifetime. As she swirled her tongue around his head, her brown eyes never once leaving him, he was floored. She let out a giggle before spitting on his cock, then taking him deep in her mouth. He could feel her throat - it was that far back. Suddenly she started humming a tune, and his cock could feel the vibrations. He inhaled sharply.

"Your cock is so yummy, Jeno." she coo-ed. He was in too much of a daze to reply. She continued bobbing on him. He stroked her hair. Had it been another girl he would have tried to fuck her mouth. But he was only too aware this was his best friend. His best friend who was now licking his balls.

He understood now. Those loser guys were real losers. They had gotten hooked on her blowjobs. And they didn't want to go without.

Thankfully he was smarter than that. He, Lee Jeno, was not going to be another one of May's puppy dogs, following her around campus.

He watched her, understanding now, that he had to be careful. He could see May had her game face on. She was loving every minute of this, because she thought she had him under her spell. But under her spell she was not.

"Oh shoot!" he cried out, as he came suddenly. She took every drop of him, smiling sweetly after swallowing, looking like an angel.

"Seriously, Jeno. I thought you'd last longer," she teased.

"Sit on my face," he pleaded. "Let me pay you back."

She looked at her watch. "Er. I gotta go. Or I'm gonna be late and won't hear the end of it from the gals."

She started straightening herself up.

"I can send you to the club." he offered.

"It's ok, Jeno. You look like you need rest. I'll get myself an Uber." she winked. "You don't have to send me out."

He was in a daze as she left. Did she just totally blow his mind out? That was the most amazing oral sex he ever had. He knew he had to meet up with her again to go all the way. He was pretty sure sex with her would be just as good, and couldn't wait for that.

And much as Jeno was sure he wouldn't get hooked, one thing was clear.

Marvellous May had worked her charm, and Lee Jeno was now 100% whipped.

[adorethedistance]

Doomsayers - Owen Joyner x Artist!Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, existential dread, pretty mild content overall.

Words: 1110

Summary: Owen had to practically harass you to get you to relax on your mutual day off, but the quality time together takes an unexpected turn when you exhibit a small sense of self-doubt.

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve sort of disappeared but I’ll offer an explanation in the footnote. Other than that, requests are still being filled right now. Let this self-indulgent piece hold you over in the meantime. I wanted to get something out and due to how the process went with finishing this one, I think I’m slowly easing back into a writing spell after such a long period of writer’s block.

“Y/N!” Owen yells, dragging out my name despite being a mere ten feet away.

“Oweennnnn,” I whine back in an insincerely mocking tone. My almost too loving boyfriend is lying in the unmade sheets of my bed, groaning at me from a supine position. I’m switching in between sitting and standing as I work on a new painting for a client. It’s a magical realist take on an Italian cobblestone street view, and I’ve spent so much time on the painting this week that I’m way ahead of schedule. Owen knows this and is consequently moaning at me from his spot where he’s nestled on my bed.

A lazy Saturday is exactly what we both needed, but when I decided I had a little time the morning before he showed up, I’d gotten so invested in my workflow that I didn’t even break to answer the door. This isn’t the first time Owen’s had to let himself into my place with the key I gave him for our one-year anniversary. Essentially: when I have a warm drink in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, there’s no telling when I’ll break next.

“We’re supposed to be relaxing. Why are you working on our lazy Saturday?”

“I’m not working.” I brush a loose strand of hair out of my face, careful not to dab a glob of yellow oil paint across my cheek.

“You are painting a commission. It’s literally work, babe.”

“Hush. I’ve got a good workflow going.”

“If you don’t put that brush down in the next 10 seconds… I’ll… I’ll break up with you!”

“No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” he sighs defeatedly. “But I will start crying.”

“Owen-” I stand up straight after being hunched over the canvas for so long.

“Please?” When I look at my boyfriend he’s giving me the most pitiful pout in the world and I can’t help but smile. His pout morphs into a full grin when I set my paintbrush into a plastic cup of water and oil solution.

“I hate you, you know that?”

“I love you!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Hush.”

I crawl up the length of my bed to join Owen who awaits my arrival with open arms. He’s resting on all my different pillows which are strewn about the bed via his nesting tendency. Once I’m laying down, Owen wraps both arms around my waist and rests his face on the nape of my neck. He presses a kiss to the bottom-most cervical vertebrae and inhales my scent delightedly.

“You enjoying yourself back there?”

“You smell good,” he mumbles shyly. Hugging his arms around me tighter, he traces soothing circles on my hip bone with his right index finger. His head comes to a static position as he’s finally comfortable, and slings his left leg over the side of my left thigh. I can’t help but laugh at the assumed position, and pull out my phone to entertain myself, knowing damn well that Owen will be asleep in a matter of minutes.

When I open instagram my face falters a little bit. The most recent post is from my coworker Kelly, and it’s a video of her 6 month old baby. In the video, her husband is holding the baby, making funny faces at her to get her to laugh. The sight is adorable and kind of saddening all at once. They seem like such a happy family and I’m sharply reminded by a thump in my chest of how Kelly got the promotion we were both up for last week. Her life seems magnificent, and mine feels like it hasn’t started yet. I know she’s three years older than me, but still. Three years isn’t that much. I still feel like I have no idea what I’m doing, or going to do.

“Owen?” I don’t trust my voice to lift over a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Are you happy?”

“I am now that you’re finally relaxing with me-”

“No,” I cut off his pointed comment with a breathy laugh, “I mean with life in general.” Owen’s finger stops tracing circles, and there’s no more movement of him making small adjustments. The only proof I have of him being alive is the faint tickle of his breath across the exposed skin of my neck.

“I mean, not everything is fantastic per se, but I’m content with the balance of good and bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well… I still get in my own head with auditions a bit, but I have acting and a new pad and you,” Owen emphasizes his statement by hugging onto my waist a bit tighter. “Why? What’s up?”

“I don’t know. I just get consumed by the thought that--yes, everyone wants to be happy--but it just doesn’t happen for some people. Everyone has dreams and goals and aspirations, but how many people can actually say that they have their dream career or dream life?” I let out an involuntary sigh from subconsciously holding my breath. “What if I’m not one of the people who gets to be happy?”

“Woah… where is this coming from?” Owen holds onto me tighter at the lack of a response. He presses a lingering kiss to my back and doesn’t move away until he feels my shoulders physically relax in his grasp.

“You deserve to be happy. And you will be even if you aren’t right now. Even if the bad outweighs the good right now, you have me. I’m here for you… I love you, Y/n.”

“I know. I love you.”

“Besides, aren’t you a little young to be having so much existential dread?”

“Oh, that is so rich coming from you.”

“And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Owen scoffs in defense of his honor.

“You are the biggest doomsayer I have ever met.”

“It could be worse. I could be this existential and look like you.” It’s my turn to play up defensive with an exaggerated gasp.

“You can cuddle with yourself then while I-”

“No! I’m sorry, please don’t leave!” His hold on my body grows impossibly tighter as he pulls me into his broad chest. I give in and stop struggling against him. Owen peppers the bare skin of my neck in staccato kisses to restore my tranquility. It’s not long until the two of us settle into a comfortable silence, simply desiring to be enveloped in one another’s presence. The syncopation of our breathing is the only sign of life in the room, and I’m consumed by a moment's clarity: as long as I have Owen, the good will always outweigh the bad.

***

A/n: Okay so for you nosy fuckers who care to read this: the reason I kinda disappeared... is so fuckin dumb. Idk how I got here but atm I’m #obsessed with Mat Barzal. Yeah. The hockey player. I don’t want to become a hockey blog tho so I figured I’d just go through this on my own and then resurface once I’m back on my JATP headassery. Slowly but surely, I can get through it. I go through periods of time where I exclusively read fics and then exclusively write fics. This has been a time of reading recently as I’ve purged the majority of Barzal content on here.

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[captainkurosolaire]

Prompt #13 ~ The Storm of Heartbreak

Closure Arc - ♫Monster♫

Oversensitive hearing quivered within the past, a series of other bottle's all aligned on a table also matched. Drinking so far only wishing to feel numbness, wanting to remove the count of days. The first crack to a heartbreak was always the most significantly damaging one. It left prolonged damage. Ilm's away from being removed from this lifestyle, changing his own future. A recipe of fitting design gave form, only fitting a scoundrel who broke other hearts, swindled them into comfort to open and steal belongings. Would eventually become a victim to his own trade. Being matched and bested. Used strictly at the grandest escape, a runaway, nothing little more than a rebound, picker-up, or second life. Fleeting, controlled by deceit and lies, on the very day of his proposed wedding. His bride-to-be went missing, only cleverly doing it by her own charts. She affected his heart with a blackness, it spelled simplistic facts, for long as he lived, there wasn't to be peace, he would never, ever get a happy ever-after. That's all a sailor deserves, impaling ambitions leads to curses. In this youth. He wasn't prepared, and didn't fathom. The unfortunate rain of bad, coming. Forewarned of having a heart, as predecessors of his kind on the seas, learned to castaway it. The greatest of conquerors, out-right, ate their own heart. For it couldn't be swayed then, or used by any. Not even them. They gave rise and terrible birth to Scourges. They possess mentalities, fixations, greed in-which, cannot be denied. His compassionate side, as warned by his Founding Captain, would be his undoing. Through his poor-miserable drifting days, by having a mantle, this isn't what people follow, this is a cancer. He stopped caring, didn't think, lost all sight for what, a single love?

So in his barely drooling and drunken haze, he was met with opposition by his own Crew. They barraged the doors and surrounded him, Judas his main First Crewmate and trustworthy, they had a tight-pact, but it didn't seem that the Captain of the Goldbrand took things seriously anymore. There were things promised to all these men, and by continuing to follow the dream's of an ambitious man, who can no longer walk, is no different than being in-slavery. A wake-up call was required. So like a snake, within the den of a lion, he whispered, and slithered... He brewed all the fellows under his new helm, and with a hiss, he commanded a feast on the lion, for there was no pride left on his side. The Seeker tried to resist barely with any willpower, they gave him intervention he wouldn't forget. A strike against the cheek with a dirk, first scar that kept all this as memento, something not to be proud of, he not only failed to love. He failed at everything. There was no bigger loser than him. They took their aggressiveness and assaulted him viciously. Like a pack of hyena's until he left a bloodied, bruised mess, even more less functional than before. Stripping him down until he held a sliver of fabric on his loins. "You caused this. Made us come to this... I don't like liars." Judas himself, had to undergo the process of slaughtering his own heart to deliver this, because his ambitions could engulf a world. "Walk the plank." They left barely but startling and fidgeting teeth kicked down his throat, the metallic blood being swallowed, hefty breathing. He saw dream-like after-images of everything, blurry visioned. Then that stupid son of a bitch, Seeker still showed some last-ditch effort, wobbling on his feet, and trying to impose a fighting stance, wasn't brave just a stubborn fool. He ceremoniously had to be kicked and forced down off the planks landing into the seas. They anchored off after throwing a single drift-wood, over his descending. The smallest minuscule of what it felt like he carried them on, returned. Judas drowned the pain of betrayal and turned it into his badge, moniker, his dirk fresh of leaking sanguine. Looking at it before polishing, "If he dies, he dies..." Regardless, this broke and killed him. As the sea's swallowed instinct only gave him enough to float back at the kicking surface, only to drift abide the seas, current and destination, for his sentencing. There he was removed of all, left nothing to call man. Marooned on a place deemed the savage-lands or Black Shrouds. Deprived and wild this was all the events, leading up to the worst days, when it rains, there's pour. What eventually gave birth to his soul being sundered a-split. Oneirophrenia swelled within his veins to his brain, instinct was his own survival, but that numbness the alcohol provided, only lingered. Feather lightweight stayed in bones, it inked there, a disgraceful scar singed and got infected on his cheek; like a brand. Inescapable, tarnishing seven sins, committed and gave to live. Humanity was depleted and fragmented, daily. Wild in the wilderness, gave beginning.

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It Means A Lot

Marcus Moreno x Female Reader

Part 3 of the Caramel Latte series

Master list / < part 2 here / part 4 here >

Summary: with Missy staying at Marcus's mums this weekend, he invited you over for a dinner date. 

Warnings: smut, oral (f), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, this is an 18+ blog

You and Marcus went on a few more dates, sharing with each other your favourite restaurants or visiting museums together.

Every date would end the same way - Marcus standing in your hallway kissing you goodbye. You would be leaning against the wall, hands gripping tightly onto his biceps as his hands grasped at your waist. You would kiss each other until you were both breathless and quietly moaning into one another.

Before it went any further one of you would pull away knowing he would have to go and let the babysitter away or head to pick Missy up from her swimming practice.

“I’m sorry, I- I have to go,” he would whisper, his hair messy and eyes dark from excitement.

“I know, it’s okay,” you reply, gently taking his face in your hands and kissing him once more.

He would lean into the kiss, intoxicated and under whatever spell you had him under making it harder to pull away.

“I’ll call you.” 

You were making tonights dinner as you danced around the kitchen to the music playing from your phone speaker. The song was interrupted by a phone call with Marcus’s name flashing on the screen along with a photograph of him in front of his favourite of the art exhibits you visited on his third date.

“Hello there,” you answer, putting your phone on speaker.

“Hey honey.” 

Honey. The name he gave you on the same date you took the photo of him as he called you over to look at a painting. He wasn’t sure how you would react, the name slipping from his mouth before he could stop it. When you turned and he could see your smile however he knew he would keep calling you it to see that smile again.

“How was work?” you ask as you reach for a spoon to stir the pot in front of you.

“The usual,” he sighs, “looking forward to the weekend.”

“Me too, we still on for tomorrow?”

“That’s what I was phoning about. Missy is going to stay at my mum’s so why don’t you come here and I’ll make us dinner?”

“I would love that!” 

“Good,” he replies, hearing the smile in his voice, “my mum is going to come get her about 4 so what about dinner at 6?”

“Works for me, do you want me to bring anything?”

“Just yourself.”

You spent the rest of the time you make dinner on the phone talking about your days until the cooker timer goes off. As you sit down to eat you think about tomorrow night. You had been in his house once before as he finished getting ready for your date and it was exactly as you expected. It was clean and tidy but full of photographs and memories that made it feel like a family home. There was some of Missy’s artwork hanging on the fridge, photographs of the two of them on holiday, pieces of art that showed more of Marcus’s personality.

You didn’t know how tomorrow was going to go but the thought of going to Marcus when Missy was at his mums for the whole night had your stomach filled with butterflies.

You had both become more comfortable with one another, learning more about each other on every date (and night you spent hours on the phone with one another) and you were enjoying spending time together, but as a single dad it was difficult for Marcus to cross the line into the next stage. While you both knew that neither of you were going on dates with anyone else and content with one another there hadn’t been a conversation to define “what you were”.

Partially because other than the few hours Marcus had free to go out with you he was busy with work or being a dad. That meant you hadn’t had a chance to spend a full night together no matter how much you both wanted to. Also because Marcus wouldn’t want to become too serious for it not to work out. While he knew he liked you, in fact he knew he had fallen for you, he didn’t want to bring someone into Missy’s life for them to leave.

He had spoke to Missy about you with her asking him a million questions whenever he got home from dates and she was still up. She could see how happy you were making her dad and she wanted nothing more than him to be happy. If that meant you, she wanted to have you in her life too.

You and Marcus knew this conversation was coming soon but you were patient. You enjoyed spending the time you had with him and you would wait as long as he needed to go further.

You hadn’t been nervous the next day, taking a relaxing day to watch films before getting ready, but as you knocked on his door the butterflies began to play in your stomach.

“Just coming!” you heard from inside.

Marcus opened the door, wearing a t-shirt and nice pair of jeans. His hands were in a towel that hung over his shoulder, cleaning them off before opening the door wider to let you in.

“Hey,” he said before leaning down to kiss you.

“Hey back,” you uttered against his lips before kissing them gently again, “what are you making, it smells amazing!”

“My famous spaghetti meatballs! I know its not anything fancy but its my go to. Come on, let me go sit you down,” he walked you towards the kitchen.

He pulled out a chair at the table in the kitchen, waiting till you had sat down before leaning down and placing another kiss to your lips. 

“Can I get you something to drink?”  

“Oh, wait! I brought some wine for us.”

You pulled a bottle out of your bag to place on the table. 

“I told you that you didn’t have to bring anything,” he playfully scolded, “but thank you, I'll get some glasses.”

Marcus poured two glasses of the wine, placing one in front of you and lifting the other with him as he finished making dinner. You watched as he cooked, taking his glasses off when the steam hit them as he drained the spaghetti. 

Once the dinner was plated up he carried both plates over to the table.

“Bon appetit.”

“Wow, Marcus. It looks great, thank you.”

You spent the dinner talking about your week and sharing more anecdotes.

"You did not!" You laughed.

Marcus nodded, laughing as he finished his glass of wine before pouring you both another. He had been telling you of a time he and Miracle Guy ended up staying for an extra hour after their annual sports competition.

"He was a sore loser! I bet him by half a second and he wanted to go until he beat me."

"And did he?"

"Of course not, I might not look it but I am quite fit."

"I don't doubt that," you smirked back, making him blush.

After finishing the bottle of wine, you insisted on washing the dishes to help tidy up since he made dinner for you. Once you had washed and he had dried all the dishes you retired to the couch in his living room.

“I’m so glad we get to do this,” Marcus moved closer to you so his arm was placed behind you on the couch.

“Me too,” you smiled as you leaned further into his side.

“I’m sorry we’ve not got to do this before, just with Missy I-”

“Marcus,” you stopped him as you placed your hand on his thigh, “I don’t mind. I know things have to go slower because you have Missy. It’s not easy finding time and you don’t want to rush into anything but I love what we’re doing. Just getting to see you the way I do now is enough for me.”

“That means more than you could even know,” he replies, taking your hand in his free one.

Both your eyes suddenly flick down to one another’s lips before back up to your eyes. A smile plays on his lips as he leans forward to press his lips against yours, his hand moving up to hold your cheek. His lips brushed across yours lightly, feeling the softness of yours against his. Your hands found their way into his curls, pulling him closer to you as his tongue grazed your lips before finding its way into your mouth.

Marcus had you quickly moved onto his lap, pulling you against him with his hands wrapped around your back while yours wrapped round his neck. Your hips started gently rocking against one another without noticing, both of you trying to deal with the longing you had for one another.

He moaned into the kiss, breaking away to kiss down your neck and shoulder before back up to your lips again. You pulled away to look into his eyes, the same dark and neediness that you had seen so many times before at the end of every date.

“Do you- uhh- do you want to go to the bedroom?” he asked and you giggled, “sorry I’ve- I’m-”

You stopped his rambling with a kiss before pulling back again.

“Take me to bed, Marcus.”

His shy smile was suddenly replaced with a smirk as he lifted you with him when he stood. He playfully threw you over his shoulders as he carried you towards his bedroom, the sound of your laughter calming his nerves a little.

When he got to the bedroom he placed you down in front of him, taking your face in his hands and kissing you deeply before you could say anything. He walked towards the bed, stopping when his knees his the edge and sitting to bring you onto his lap again.

You lean back, stretching your neck slightly as he leaves sloppy kisses down your neck to your chest. He stops when he reaches the collar of your shirt, looking up at you.

You lift your arms, letting him pull it over your head. He stops, his hands gently running down your bare arms and back up again, holding the side of your neck as he looks back to your face. You can tell he looks a little nervous and reach your arms back to unclasp your own bra. He helps the straps down your arms. His eyes look at your chest and back at you before back down again. 

You reach down to the hem of his shirt, helping him lift it off and throwing it with your growing pile of clothes on the floor. He takes his glasses off and placed them on the bedside table as your hands run down his chest, feeling the muscles that are under his soft skin. He keeps his eyes on yours, his breathing heavy as he feels your soft skin on his. You shuffle forward slightly, letting your chests press against one another. You both gasp at the feeling of your skin touching, cold and soft, with electricity passing through.

Your hands slide up to hold the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his curls as he leans back to move his mouth down your chest. His lips kiss across your collarbones and down your sternum while his hands hold tightly onto your back before moving across to your nipple. He looks up at you as he takes one into his mouth, his tongue swirling round it while one of his hands moves round to play with the other. He releases the one in his mouth with a pop before moving to give the other the same attention.

You you out a moan, his lips expertly working your nipples. He releases the other, standing up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he turns to kneel and move up the bed, placing you down on the pillows. He leans down to give you a kiss before moving back down your body.

He stops as he reaches the button on your jeans, his hand running along the waistband. As you nod he kneels to undo the button and zip before sliding them down your legs. He reaches up again, bringing your panties along with them.

He kneels between your legs and takes a look at you laid out in front of him. His eyes trace over every inch of you as his hands rest on your thighs, growing harder in his own jeans.

You sit up on one of your elbows, the other arm reaching out to trace along the skin just above his jeans. He lets out a small whimper and your eyes flick back up to his, both of you smiling wide at one another.

"Shall we let him out of there?" you whisper.

Marcus nods moving to stand off the bed and reaches for his zip.

"Can I?" You ask and he nods.

You shuffle down the bed, kneeling in front of him and reaching for his button and zip. You undo them, dragging his jeans down his legs and helping them out of them, taking his socks with them. Looking back up at his face you notice his eyes on yours, his mouth hanging open as he watches you. You reach back up for his boxers, slowly releasing him from them as well.

A small moans comes out from your mouth as you take in the sight of him. You lean forward before slowly licking up the underneath of his cock, keeping your eyes on him. His head is thrown back as a groan is released from the back of his throat.

He reaches down, grabbing onto your shoulder as he gently pulls you to stand. His hand holds the side of your neck as he kisses you deeply, moving so you were now back lying at the top of the bed.

Marcus kisses back down your body, resting between your legs as his shoulders hold them open for him. He looks up at you, smirking slightly before attaching his lips to your clit. Your hands reach straight for his hair, tugging on it slightly as he finds the right pace.

He keeps his eyes on yours, watching as you come undone under him. Your hips start to lift of the bed and he moves an arm across your stomach to hold them in place. His other hand reaches up to hold yours, your fingers locking together.

"Marcus, I'm close," you whine to him.

"I know honey, let go. I've got you," he mumbles against you.

You feel the wave rush over you, your head thrown back as Marcus keeps going. He doesn't stop until your legs are limp around his shoulders and he pulls back, pressing a kiss to the inside of both your thighs before your stomach.

"Come here," you moan as you pull him up towards you.

He leans down, his tongue in your mouth as he kisses you deeply.

"You taste so good," he moans into the kiss.

"I need you," you whine.

"I know, I need you too. Condom?"

"I'm clean and on birth control but we can if you would prefer," you say looking in his eyes.

"I'm clean too," he smiles down at you.

You lean up, pressing your lips to his as he holds himself above you with one forearm while he lines himself up at your entrance with the other. He pushes in with one slow move of the hips, the both of you braking away from the kiss to moan.

You move one hand up to hold his hand next you your head, the other staying in his hair as his free hand grips your hip. With your legs wrapped around his waist he keeps his hips moving with slow, deep thrusts.

"You feel so good," he groaned before placing kisses down your neck.

"Marcus, please," you begged.

His hand moved from your hip you between your bodies, wanting you to cum one more time before he did.

"Oh god, Marcus. It feels so good."

"One more for me honey, I know you can," he moved to kiss your lips as you came round him again.

His thrusts began to lose any rhythm, him moving his arm underneath the bottom of your back to hold you close with his other hand still in yours. He came with your name repeated out of his mouth, his face buried in your neck.

His arms couldn't hold his weight off you completely anymore, giving out slightly as he pressed you further into the bed. You traced along his back and sides as he turned his head to kiss into your neck before lifting his weight off you. He walked to the bathroom, coming back to side on the edge of the bed and clean you slightly with a cloth.

He threw it into the basket, moving to lie on his side on the bed. You turned on your side to face him.

"Hey," you whispered.

"Hey," he laughed quietly back, "was that okay?"

"Okay? It was amazing Marcus," you laughed, shuffling closer to his chest.

"Sorry, just been a while," he laughed back.

"Was it okay for you?" You asked, moving your head to look up at him properly.

"It was perfect," he moved to kiss your forehead, "you tired?"

Just as he asked you let out a yawn and he laughed, moving so he was lying on his back and you were pulled onto his chest.

"Go to sleep, I've got you," he whispered into your hair.

"Goodnight Marcus," you turned to kiss his chest.

"Goodnight honey, sweet dreams."

Marcus waited as you fell asleep, tracing circles along your back and arms as your body went limp in his arms. He smiled, looking down at you in his arms, before he let himself fall asleep.

You sleep in the next morning, Marcus waiting up before you with you still asleep on his chest. He pulls you in tighter, kissing your forehead and lets himself fall back into a light sleep until you wake up. When you finally stir you look up to find him with a lazy smile on his face.

"Good morning," you groan as you stretch out.

"Good morning, you sleep well?"

"I really did, did you?"

"Better than I have in forever, I was thinking about going for a shower before making some breakfast," he smirks.

"Want some company?"

You both share a lazy shower together, washing each other after Marcus takes you up against the wall. You place kisses all over each other before he finally turns the water off and helps you out. You're glad for packing your toothbrush and some clean underwear, Marcus giving you one of his t-shirts to wear with your jeans.

He does downstairs, getting a start on breakfast as he leaves you to dry your hair. When you finish you find him cooking away in the kitchen, swaying his hips to whatever is playing on the radio.

"Someone woke up in a good mood," you laugh as you move to stand next to him.

"Hmm, guess that's what happens when I wake up next to a beautiful woman." He leans down to give you a kiss. "I hope you like pancakes."

"Who doesn't? Anything I can help with?"

"No, I'm good here, maybe just take the coffees over to the table for us?"

You walk to the kitchen table, setting down the coffees before sitting down at the table. Marcus soon joins you, placing the pancakes in front of you.

You eat the pancakes in a comfortable quiet as the radio plays in the background, Marcus's hand occasionally moving you squeeze your thigh. When you finish he takes the plates and sits them in the sink before coming back to join you.

"I was thinking we should maybe have a talk... about us," he says as he turns his chair to fully face you.

You nod, letting him know he can go on.

"I really like you, and I care about you. If you're okay with it, I think I'd like you to properly meet Missy. Means we can spend more time together by spending some time as the three of us?"

"Does this mean I'm officially your girlfriend, Marcus Moreno?" you giggle.

"God, I feel like I'm sixteen again asking you to be my girlfriend but yes, I'd like that."

"I'd like that too," you lean over to give him a kiss, "it means a lot that you want me to meet Missy."

"Well, you mean a lot to me," he brushes some hair behind you ear, "my mum's dropping her in about an hour if you want to wait?"

You and Marcus move to the living room, finding something to watch as you wait for Missy to come home. As time goes on you get more nervous. Marcus reaches over to place his hand on your shaking leg.

"You don't have to be nervous."

"I know but... what if she doesn't like me?"

Marcus laughs before taking your hands in his.

"She will. She already does. She sees how happy you make me and she wants to meet you," he reassures you.

Just as you nod you hear the door open and Missy shout goodbye to her grandma. Marcus stands to meet her in the hall and you hear them talk.

You stand to your feet, not able to sit still while you wait. Marcus's voice suddenly cuts through all your thoughts.

"Missy, I want you to meet someone again."

Marcus and Missy appear at the doorway, Marcus introducing you both for the second time. Even though you had technically met once before it had only been for a few minutes.

"Hi," she bounds over to stand in front of you, "my dad really likes you."

You laugh at her comment and how much it makes Marcus blush as he stays standing in the doorway.

"Missy!"

Missy turns to laugh at her dad before looking back at you.

"Are you staying to watch a film with us?"

"I don't see why not? If that's okay," you look up to Marcus.

"Of course it is, Missy why don't you go put your stuff in your room and you can come back and choose a film?"

She nods and smiles back at you before walking out the room. Marcus walks over to you and gently grips the top of your arms.

"Thank you for this. I know it must be a lot meeting your boyfriends daughter properly."

"Thank you, Marcus. I know it's a lot to have me meet her."

You both smile, giving each other a kiss before settling down on the couch with enough room between you for Missy.

When she comes down the stairs she takes the remote from her dads hand, choosing the first Avengers film to watch.

"I love these films," you say as she presses play.

"Really? Me too!"

You watch the first avengers and the second before Marcus asks if you want to stay for dinner. He orders some pizza for you to eat as you put on Infinity War.

He spent more time watching you and Missy than he did the films, laughing at how you playfully argued over who was the strongest superhero as the films went on.

When the third film of the day finishes Missy begs her dad to watch Endgame but he shakes his head.

"It's a school night, Missy."

"But Dad..."

"Why don't we save Endgame for another day, after a proper Marvel movie marathon?" you say.

She turns and nods, making you pinky promise before she goes for a shower before bed.

"I had a really good day with you," Missy says before giving you a hug.

"So did I," you hug her back.

Once she is upstairs you get your stuff ready to head as well with work the next day.

"I had an amazing time this weekend," Marcus says as he walks you to the door.

"So did I. It was really nice getting to meet Missy properly too."

"I'm glad we can spend more time like that now."

You stop at the door, turning to face Marcus completely. He leans forward, taking your face in your hands to give you a kiss goodbye.

"Will we sort something for during the week?" Marcus asks.

"Sounds good to me. Bye Marcus."

"Bye, honey."

He waits till your safely in your car and pulling out of the driveway before he closes the door behind you, leaning against it as he does so.

"You really like her, don't you Dad?" He hears Missy call from the top of the stairs.

"I really do."

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Silver Feather

Summary: Knock Out wants to create a new potion that can give him the ability to fly. However, there is one special item that he needs and it would not be easy to get.

Word Count: Unknown

Inspiration: A fantasy au that @seehowsupplethespineis has made and I’m already obsessed with it.

Tw: abuse mention

Knock Out scanned the many jars of his treehouse basement with a frustrated look “I can’t believe I forgot to grab more harpy feathers.” The rows upon rows of shelves filled to the brim with various jars of plants, animal fur, eyes, and other necessities for potion making lined the walls. “Breakdown, I’m heading out to find a harpy feather! Do you want to come with me or hold down the fort until I return?”

Breakdown always had this sixth sense that can tell if his elf husband would be in trouble or not depending on the situation. So when he heard that harpies were going to be involved, he darted to the basement “you’re going to need all the help that you can get if you’re going to catch a harpy for their feathers. They’re fast, tricky, and insanely smart.” 

“Then go get your hammer, dear, you may need knock someone unconscious.” He grabbed an empty jar with a label that said ‘harpy feathers’ and strutted elegantly out of the basement. They first began their search by looking up at the beautiful blue sky for anything that looked like a harpy. “If we can’t get the color that I’m after,” Knock Out picked a red rose that was rubbing his right golden sandal, “I can use this to make a dye and color it red.” He gently put the rose in his satchel, being careful not to damage it.

“I don’t mean to sound rude Knock Out, but aren’t you a mage in training? Why couldn’t you use some sort of spell that would automatically give you wings?” “I don’t want to use my magical energies on automatic wing magic that makes me look like some sort of fairy, love. I need to be able to soar through the clouds at high speeds, that’s why I need a harpy feather. It’ll give me the speed and wing power of an actual harpy.” 

Breakdown nodded, smiling at how amazingly gifted he is to have a magical elf for a husband. Without warning, he kissed his lips passionately; however, it was short-lived due to the sound of harp strings. Directly above them, a harpy with grey hair with a red streak in the middle, a white robe wrapped around him, and silver wings. He was perched on a branch, staring at them with red eyes that made him look less of harpy and more like a demon “don’t let me stop you now, I love playing for two lovebirds like yourselves.”

“We need something from you, it’s important to my husband. By the way, what’s your name?” The harpy leaped down from his branch and landed with a satisfying thump on the ground “to answer your second question, my name is Starscream,” he gave a sarcastic bow to them. “Well, Starscream, I’m Breakdown and the elf next to me is Knock Out.” Starscream turned his head and looked curiously at him, taking note of their appearances in case he ever crosses paths with them again. “Wonderful, now that we all know each other, what is so important to your husband that you had to interrupt my down time by sucking faces with each other?”

“I need a feather from you. I’m trying a new potion that’ll not only give me the ability to fly, but to also give me the speed of a harpy.” Starscream laughed a little “can I ask why you want have the ability to fly and get the speed of a harpy? Are you challenging me to a race?” Knock Out was about to say something, but paused before he could say something that he might regret. Why do I want to fly? He stared at Starscreams’ massive wings, he looked absolutely gorgeous like some sort of eagle. 

“You like my wings don’t you, Knock Out?” He spread them and spun around “take a good, long look, this won’t last forever.” He gave him a confused look “what do you- before he could finish, Starscream immediately pushed himself off of the ground and hovered in front of them “Tell you what, since I’m feeling generous today, I’ll let you two groom my wings. If a feather falls off, you can keep it. However if no feathers fall, you may want to find another harpy. They won’t be as generous as me though.” 

“Deal!” Knock Out yelled, reaching out his hand to shake Starscreams’. Starscream did not reply, he instead landed softly, making sure he did not slip on his stilettos due to the somewhat slippery soil as he knelt down on the ground. He then tucked his legs underneath him, letting his wings relax. “How do you groom a harpy?” He whispered to Breakdown, examining his wings with confusion. “It’s simple really,” he approached the right side of Starscreams’ wings and he very, very gently stroked each feather.

“The trick is to not pull on the feather, they don’t like it if you pull their feathers.” “What about scratching the feathers?” “You can do that too; however, you still have to be extremely careful.” Knock Out nodded and began to scratch each feather one at a time. “Starscream? Can I get a third opinion on this?” Starscream yawned “Knock Out is doing it right, you have to scratch my feathers to groom me. However, just like what you keep saying, you have to be careful with me. Megan nearly broke my wing one time because he squeezed it too hard.”

Starscream shook away that memory, he did not want any strangers to worry about him. “You may also want to groom my hair too, you may get lucky with finding loose feathers than my wings.” “I can’t believe that I forgot that a harpies’ hair a made of feathers!” Starscream snorted “all harpies’ hair are made of feathers, dear Knock Out, I can tell that you don’t get out much. You only come out of your little treehouse to look to for plants and other things for potions making.”

“How did you- “I see you all the time while I’m on my hunts. You’re a mage in training, correct? There was that one time that I saw you using a protection spell on your house to protect you and Breakdown from Megatrons’ attack.” “You saw all of that? Then you must know how powerful I am?” “You’re good I won’t deny that; however, you’re going to need a lot more spell books and energy if you’re going to take on someone like Megatron or Unicron.”

After an hour has passed, a small feather has fallen out of Starscreams’ head, just like he predicted. Once Knock Out grabbed it, he and Breakdown stopped grooming and stood back to let Starscream take off again. Starscream turned around, facing them with a smirk “thanks and good luck with your potion, Knock Out, I’m excited to see you fly.” “If it works, we should have a race! The loser will teach the winner any cool tricks that you can think of.”

“You’re so on! I’ll be waiting for you somewhere near your treehouse until they grow in, which shouldn’t be too long if you drink the potion when the full moon is out.” “Why does every potion have to be under the full moon?” “Because a lot of your potions power is drawn to the moon’s light.” He spread his wings to take flight “Wait! If you want to spend the night in our tree tonight, you can.” “Very well, but can I play my harp at night? I got kicked out of my group because I kept annoying them with my harp playing.” “Sure, just don’t play for too long or else I’ll get Breakdown to hit you with a book.”

“Thanks guys,” Starscream perched back on the branch that was directly above Breakdown and Knock Out “most people aren’t usually this nice to us. They normally hunt us for sport and destroy our homes because they still believe that we’re dangerous beasts.”

[epicfangirl01]

Random HCs of The Bois™️ Finding Out About AFAB!MC's Period

Honestly, I'm only writing this because of Mammon's reaction that popped into my head, and I wanted to see how the others would react. Also, these are on the basis that you and the brother are dating a couple months after your arrival.

TW: 18+ because some of the brothers are needy af

Lucifer

You knock on Lucifer's door shortly after school, feeling anxious. Your period came in the middle of your final class, when you realized you were out of pads and tampons. As you were in the Devildom, there isn't a stock of supplies for your already miserable week. And the only way to go to the human world was through Lucifer or Diavolo. As much as you love the gentle giant, you would rather talk about the situation with your boyfriend.

Lucifer tells you to come in, and the eldest brother's eyes soften as he glances up at you. His gaze doesn't linger, however, turning back to his stack of paperwork.

"Do you miss me already, MC? The academy bells have just finished ringing." You shift nervously, your period making you feel uncomfortable, before speaking up.

"I do, but that's actually not why I'm here... I need to go to the human world to pick some things u-" Lucifer sighs, scratching the paper with his pen.

"Darling, I'm sorry, but I am very busy. Besides, you just got home from school. You can wait to go on a shopping spree with Mammon and Asmodeus." You step closer, frowning, and you try to explain.

"No, Lucifer, that's not-" Lucifer's eyes narrow in irritation, still glancing at his paperwork, but his words become a firm warning.

"MC, you must finish your homework. You can go shopping this weekend." Your lower stomach twists in pain, cramps rapidly increasing, and you snap.

"Lucifer, my vagina is FUCKING BLEEDING, DAMMIT!!! I need to go to the store!" The demon's eyes widen as he drops his pen, and he looks up at you, surprised.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say...?" Frustration overwhelms you, until you catch the confusion and concern in his eyes.

"In all your years of existence, you haven't heard of a period before???" Lucifer doesn't say anything, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I really am overworking myself, aren't I? I suppose it's been a while since I've been to the surface...." You shake your head, chuckling, and you relax when Lucifer is finally ready to listen. You take a couple minutes to explain what is happening, and what you need to take care of yourself. When you're finished, Lucifer nods, glad that you will be okay.

"I apologize for my behavior. I will be more supportive in the future. Here, have some money for your errands. Will $100 dollars be sufficient?" (Yes, Luci, yes it is.)

Mammon

You sit down on Mammon's leather couch, shifting to a semi-comfortable position, and enjoying a movie night with your lovable boyfriend. Mammon grabs some blankets for you, before plopping onto the couch. He smiles at you, and holds you close, making sure that you are settled. You watch the movie for a while, enjoying the movie, when you catch a mischievous glint in your boyfriend's eyes.

"Mammon, wha-"

He smiles and pulls you into his lap, gently kissing you neck. You sigh a bit, uncomfortable with sitting in general, but loving his kisses and nips. You didn't expect Mammon's hand to cup your crotch, but you especially didn't expect him to scream in your ear.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?!?"

The pissed off side of your brain fumes for a moment, until your eyes meet Mammon's. You burst out laughing at the panic on Mammon's face, realizing that he felt your pad. The demon of greed doesn't appreciate your laughing, feeling genuinely worried for his beloved human. When you calm down, you turn back to him.

"Mammon, I'm fine. It's still there. I'm just.... kinda on my period..."

He looks at you like you grew three heads, and it quickly becomes apparent he has no idea what you're talking about. You take a few minutes to explain, and he listens patiently, but he still continues to panic.

"You're saying you can bleed FOR A WEEK and be fine?!? And you constantly have cramps and migraines? And this happens once a month??? Why the hell didn't you say anything? How can I help my human when you don't say you need me?!"

He carefully sets you down, before bolting of of the couch and out the door. You gape at the doorway for a moment, wondering what Mammon is up to. He returns for a moment, his arms holding a pile of pillows, medicine, pajamas, and snacks.

"Does this help? I got the pillows and pjs from your room, medicine from the bathroom, and I kinda took snacks from Beel's stash under his bed.... But it's fine! I made a note that you'll buy more later."

You shake your head, smiling, and you thank him as he walks over to help you. Once Mammon knows you are comfortable, he sits down beside you. You gently kiss Mammon on the lips, before you lay on your side, resting your head on his lap. The demon blushes, and he pulls the blanket over you. His hands gently stroke your hair, and you watch the movie together until you both fall asleep.

Leviathan

The third born invites you into his room for anime night (every night, lol), and you walk into the room with snacks in you arms. Levi welcomes you in as you set the bags onto his coffee table, before grabbing a couple drinks from his mini fridge.

"Good, you're early! The pilot is about to start!"

You chuckle, happy to spend time with him, and you bend down to place everything on the table. As you do so, your shirt lifts just enough to show a small stain on the back of your pants. Levi's eyes accidentally catch sight of it, resulting in a blush.

"Uh, MC? You have a s-stain on your pants..." You turn and look down at your legs, turning to try to find what he's talking about, but you can't see it.

"I can't find it. I'll just wash it off when I get back to my room." The demon tenses and shakes his head, trying to think of the least awkward words to say.

"No, no! I-I mean, you have a blood stain. Y-your period kinda started...."

Your eyes widen at his words, and you look in the reflection of his glass aquarium, cursing at the stain. You hadn't noticed this time, the monthly curse being subtle throughout your busy afternoon. You start to apologize to Levi, when he shakes his head.

"It's not your fault. I-it's fine. I just... I know it might be weird that I know about it. I found out from a high school anime. In the episode, the protagonist goes on their way to school, getting bullied by the leader of the popular girls, and the bully turns away but the protagonist stops her because of a stain, and despite being enemies, the protagonist is kind and knows how she feels, so they take her to the bathroom and helps her clean up... And I- I know it probably sounds weird or creepy for someone to watch anime like that, but I thought it was kind and empowering, an-" You stop Levi mid rant, smiling at his anxiousness, and you give him a small hug.

"Thanks, Levi. I appreciate it. It's part of the unspoken period code, ya know? It can be awkward and embarrassing enough, so even just a discreet heads up can be very helpful. Don't worry about it, okay?"

He nods, glad you understand, and he gently hugs you back.

"O-okay. I'll be back, alright? I remember seeing in the episode that it helps to have a hot shower sometimes to ease the cramps and feel less uncomfortable, and that blankets and pjs can help. I guess if you don't mind a loser like me, you could use any blankets or hoodies I have if it makes you feel better..."

You smile and nod, grateful for the demon of envy. He shyly smiles back, and he spends the rest of the night making sure that you're comfortable during the show.

Satan

The library is quiet and warm as you sit at a table with Satan, working on your assignments. You struggle and struggle through a complex spell for your potions class, irritation and fatigue clouding your brain. You are already sore and pissed off from the beginning of your period, but now stress and anger bubbles beneath the surface.

"MC, you have to say it calml-"

You huff, throwing up your hands, and you scowl at the unaffected spell dummy in front of you.

"I know, Satan! I've been calm for the past half hour, and it's still not right! Can you just actually give me some fucking advice for once so I can get this shit over with?!?"

The middle brother looks at you for a moment, stunned, before chuckling.

"I didn't know you could hold so much anger, MC. I'm almost impressed, although, it is very out of character for you... Are you alright?"

A sigh escapes your lips as you awkwardly cross your arms, looking away. You explain that you are just tired, but Satan can hear the hesitation in your voice. The demon of wrath doesn't speak for a moment, thinking about your recent behavior, and everything snaps into place. Satan has read enough books to last an eternity, including ones about human biology. He knows exactly what is happening, and he generally understands how you are feeling. And through his readings, Satan knows not to ask you directly, should your anger grow.

"Ah, I understand. Well, why didn't you say that you needed a break, kitten? I could have helped you unwind a little."

With that, Satan pulls you away from the table to rest on the couch, grabbing a book from his bag. Once you are both settled, Satan pulls a blanket over you both and opens his book while you rest your head on his lap.

With his human in his arms, Satan calmly reads to you, his voice silky as you eventually drift off to sleep.

Asmodeus

The demon of lust practically barges into your room, Majolish bags in tow as he squeals with excitement.

"MC! Look, Majolish's exclusive swimwear line came out! I found this ADORABLE swimsuit for you to try! It was the last in your size." He pulls out the swimsuit from a bag, showing it to you.

You look up at Asmo, gasping at the swimsuit.

"That looks perfect! Thank you, Asmo. I'll try it on later. I'm not fe-"

Asmo pouts, tossing the swimsuit to you, and reaching for another outfit from his bag.

"Come on!!! I have so much stuff for us to try on! And then we could maybe go to the beach tomor-"

You shake your head, sighing.

"No, Asmo. I'm not up to swimming this week", you lie, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

Asmo notices, and immediately drops the subject.

"Are you alright, hun? Is it a rough cycle this time?"

Your eyes widen in surprise before you look up at him. His eyes are filled with concern, before you nod.

"Yeah, but it's nothing I haven't dealt with before. I'll be fine. Let's go swimming next week, okay?"

The avatar of lust smiles, before carefully pulling you out of the chair.

"Come on. Let's have a spa day instead. I'll make sure you feel stunning and comfortable."

Beelzebub

You look through the kitchen in your pjs, craving all of your favorite foods, when you hear the door quietly squeak open. Your head turns back, and you see the sheepish gaze of the 6th born.

"Do you need a midnight snack, Beel? I was about to make something myself. I can make some for you."

Beel nods, smiling, before coming into the room.

"I smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen, so I came to check. That's strange, though. You haven't made anything yet?" Beel takes in the large amount of food on the table, much more than you normally eat. Maybe the gluttonous demon was rubbing off on you, he wondered.

You shake your head, just as confused as he is.

"Maybe you were so hungry that you started imagining it. You've done that a few times before."

Beel sniffs the air, before walking up behind you.

"You smell different today... MC, you smell so good..... Can I have a taste?"

You choke on air, trying to understand what he just said.

"Beel! You can't just ask that! That's perverted!" He looks at you with confused, innocent eyes, like a kicked puppy.

"What do you mean? I just wanted to kiss your head. Oh.... You thought I meant or-"

A small screech of panic escapes your lips, and you stop Beel mid-sentence, telling him not to spend too much time with Asmo.

"Right. Sorry, MC... Can I ask a question? Why do you smell different today? You're not as sweet and salty as usual. And you're a lot hungrier today.... Are you okay?"

Realization punches the wind out of you as you understand what Beel has been smelling. He was attracted to your blood, without knowing what it was. An awkward laugh fills the air, and you look away from the red head's gaze.

You spend the next few minutes explaining what was going on, and Beel listens intently as you go on.

"Okay. I'm sorry for being rude... I didn't mean to. To make up for it, I can make you whatever you want. Sit down, and I'll get you some water. You'll lose a lot of hydration for the next few days. Then when food is done, we can go watch Devilish Desserts in my room. Belphie is in the attic tonight."

You smile, pulling Beel into a hug before spending a relaxing evening together.

Belphegor

The sound of your DDD alarm fills the cozy attic, waking you and Belphie up from your after school nap. The youngest brother groans before pulling you closer.

"Did you really have to wake me up? I was having such a nice dream..."

You push yourself off Belphie and the bed, feeling as if you were hit by a truck. Why did you have to feel awful now, when you made plans to see the angels?

Your body aches as you stand, attempting to wake up enough to get ready. Belphie mumbles with irritation, rolling onto his side.

"What's more important tha- Huh? Is that blood?"

Your eyes widen, and you look back to the bed, and your eyes find the red stain on the bedsheets. You look at Belphie in horror, and he sits up, now wide awake.

"MC, are you okay? That's where you were sleeping."

You want to die. You want to shrivel up into a ball and die because how are you going to explain to your boyfriend that it came out of your vagina, and that it's NORMAL?!? Blood coming from anywhere brings some sense of concern anyway, no matter what realm you are from.

"Haha- Yeah, um, about that, I kinda need to tell you something...."

Belphie stays surprisingly alert as you explain, only relaxing when you state that it's normal and frequent.

"Ah. Okay. Tell Simeon to fuck off. You're sick, and you're staying here. Go get a spare hoodie and sweatpants. I'll get you meds, a heating pad, and some spare pillows. Tell the others you're with me tonight."

You smile, glad he understands, and Belphie gets you a couple of things while you get comfortable. When you walk back into the attic, Belphie is fast asleep with his limbs curled around a log of blankets, waiting for you to return.

[harry-writer16]

No Feelings Allow

Type: imagine

Warning: smut, oral sex, and just rough fucking  

A/N I really hope you guys enjoy this, Please like and reblog. Thank you so much for those of you who support me and my writing. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING 

Y/N POV 

I snuggle into Harry as much as I possibly can, since I know  pretty soon things are gonna have to go back to normal. You see Harry and I have been in this fuck buddies/ friends with benefits relationship for a while now. The worst part is that I’m starting to catch feelings for him, and I know in things like this the number one rule is NO FALLING IN LOVE, yet here I am like a total loser falling in love. 

This is how it all begun, well for me at least....

It all started when I first join harry’s band and as a form of celebration we when out for drink.

Bad Idea

I’m just gonna skip to the good part, since I don’t remember anything before that, I was honestly too drunk to even be aware of the world around me.

Flashback beings 

“Fuck Harry! go f-faster” I tell him 

“you like that huh? Like being fuck against a bathroom wall, like having my big cock deep in your tight cunt” he whisper sensually in my ear

“Yes! Fuck yes! I-I do” I tell him,  I don’t even try to keep my voice down because well I can’t all this feels do good. his face is burry in my boobs sucking on them harshly, he is playing and rubbing my clit with his free hand. He is thrusting into me roughly, and fast that I squeeze him every time he is going in and out me. I’m a moaning mess, his moans are getting muffle by my boobs. 

All this is feeling too good, I just can’t help myself but to cum. “H-harry, I-Im *moan* C- *moan* cum!” tell him, 

he comes up from my boobs and says “ you gonna cum, I’m cumming *moan* too *moan* but I want you to kiss me *moan* wanna have a proper snug with you Y/N” 

We kiss, a passionate and intense kiss . My tongue against his, saliva mixing, I can feel a bit of saliva coming out from the corner of mine and his mouth. Not too long into the kiss and I feel myself cum as well as harry. After we are both done cumming, we pull away from the kiss to catch our fucking breath. A string of salvia follows. 

End of Flashback 

After that I have no idea what happened, I think I might have pass out but I don’t remember. Needless to say, that the wasn’t going to be last time we were gonna do it. The second time happened while we were in a meeting about tour, he send me a text that said and quote “your tits are sticking out, and I wanna suck on them. Please🥺” My eyeballs almost roll of my sockets when I saw the text, that didn’t stop him from bending me over the bathroom sink and fucking me. 

From there we pretty much just kept doing that. Fucking. We became friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less. and it’s not like I wanted to be more than that, but after a certain amount of meaning less fucks, I couldn’t help but to feel shit for him.

God how much I wish I didn’t

I decide to put a stop to my thoughts, and get up. Once I’m off the bed, I rap the blanket around me and go search for my clothes. Once I get a hold of my underwear, I put it on and start to look for my t-shirt and jeans. I manage to find my jeans in record time, usually takes me longer for some reason. As I’m putting them on, I hear harry talk.  “morning” he says, turning over to his back, putting his hand behind his head. 

“morning” its all I say “have you seen my shirt?” I ask him, he only points to upwards, I slowly turn my head to look at the ceiling. My shirt its stuck on the ceiling fan! how did it end up there?! 

Harry just stands from the bed, nude, walks over  to his suitcase, picks one out a random shirt and throws it at me. he raps a towel around his waist. 

“we went wild last night, how are you still walking?” 

I just roll my eyes and laugh, he does too

“are you coming over tonight?” he ask me

“I don’t know maybe” I answer   

He just nods his head

“ok I’m gonna go, see you later” I’m about to go but he stops me 

“aren’t  you forgetting something?” he says and I just stop and think for moment

“my kiss, gimme a kiss” he says, what? why? 

Rather than question him, I just walk over to him and kiss him. I pull away and leave the room

That was new

~~~~~~~~~

Before the Concert

Y/N POV 

Harry and I are just chilling around in his dressing room before the concert, which starts i like 10-15 mins. I’m sitting on the mini couch playing a game on my phone,  while he is doing his voice exercise. I guess I’m so into this game I don’t release that he stop “Y/N are you listening to me?” he ask

“yes?” comes out more as a question rather than a statement

“I said what do you think of my suit?” he ask 

I look at him, my eyes going up and down but they stop at his neck, that’s when I spot it. A hickey. I drop my phone on my lab

“what? You don’t like it or something?”

“your neck Harry! you have a hickey” I told him standing up looking at his neck. 

He puts his hands around my waist, pecks my lips

“god what if your fan see it OMG! what if people find out that you -” He cuts me off

“Y/N chill, Its normal, I doubt fans will notice” he assures me, i just nod.

During the concert

We just got done with Adore You, now harry is interacting with the fans, everything is going well until someone shouts 

“HARRY WHERE DID YOU GET THE HICKEY?!”

Then another

“HARRY WHO GAVE YOU THE HICKEY?! WAS IT Y/N?!”

Then another

“Y/N DID YOU GIVE HARRY THAT HICKEY?!’

It continues, until harry spoke

“guys! Calm down! But it seems like you all interesting  in Y/N I’m gonna let her answer the question” he said while turning around and winking at me 

“That’s a proof of how much of a mob you can be” I said 

Everyone laugh including harry, he gave me a thumb up and continue

“ok this next one is call To Be So Lonely, sing if you know that lyrics”

We start playing “Nice save” Mitch told me 

 I when Pale.....

After the concern 

I start to walk towards Mitch dressing room, I open the door to fine him putting stuff into a bag, he was about to speak but I don’t let him

“how you know?” I ask him

“ It wasn’t that hard, C’m why else would you come out of his room every morning with his shirt on? or perhaps all the times you guys sneak off to fuck in the bathroom? doesn’t take rocket science to figure out what you two are up to”  he tells me

“I-how long have you known?” 

“for sure today, assuming two weeks after your welcome party” 

“why didn’t you tell me”

“didn’t wanna be one to ruin the fun for the two of you, that and it really isn’t any of my business plus I can tell you like him”

“what? I-maybe...” I say my voice fading at the end

“they all fall for the spell” he said and I gave him a confused look

“seat and I’ll explain” we both took a seat on the couch

“it happens all the time he shags a girl, they fall for him but with you he might have fallen too” he said and I mouth a how

“He kept you for more than a month, sneaks you into his bedroom every night, gives you one of his shirts to ware. the list goes on, I can see your not a simple shag your something else plus if you where he would’ve probably fire you and ended things with you a long time ago” 

“I guess you might be right” I told him

“I have to go he-” 

“is waiting for you” he finish my sentence  and I just nodded 

~~~~~~~~~~~

I was right, Harry was waiting for me. As soon as he saw, we when straight to the car and his driver drove us to the hotel. I’m currently in his room sitting on the bed, he is in the bathroom doing god knows what. I honestly thought we were gonna have sex. 

“What are you doing in their princess?” I ask him 

“I’m getting the bath ready, come in here to pick the bath bomb” he said and I’m confused why a bath? and just why? he seems to be putting a lot more effort this days. I get up walk towards the bathroom. Once I’m I see harry standing in nothing but his boxers and holding two bath bombs one on each hand. I stand in front of him. 

“where did you get this? and the pink one with flower” I told him

“fan gave them to me, thought it was time to put them to good use”

I just nod my head, he drops the bath bomb in the tub

“Come on get undressed the water is getting” he told me to and took off his boxer, got into the tub. I got undress and in the tub my back to his chest. he starts to cares my arms with the tip of fingers. He leans in and whisper in my ear.  “you’re so beautiful”

I feel one his hands go in between my thighs “you’re wet aren’t you? this is what you’ve been waiting for all night, been waiting for me to care of you, take care of your pussy” he says and I only moan

next thing you know, I feel one his fingers go up and down between my lips. I moan a little bit louder this time. “lift your your legs and place them on top of the sides of the tub” 

Once I do, he doesn’t bother waiting and inserts two fingers into my cunt, he starts to finger me harshly, its a mixture of pain and pleasure. I keep moaning 

“H-harry F-faster *moan*” he adds another finger

“you want it fast you dirty slut, fuck yourself on my fingers, I know you want to” 

I moan at his words, he keeps talking to me and saying things like

“you’re so tight”

“bloody hell, you getting even wet”

“Fuck yes, keep fucking yourself on my fingers, move those hips you dirty slut” 

I move my hips faster, his finger going in and out my cunt my a slapping noise, with his other hand he is rubbing my clit, fast really fast.

“c-cum C-CUM *moan* Fuck! Please” feels too good, I can’t even make a proper sentence

“cum Y/N be my little cum slut and cum for me” he said and I did, I came hard, I was trying to catch my breath

“need to fuck you, turn around and ride me” he demanded

“can’t cunt its too sore” I told him

“wasn’t asking, now fuck me” 

he turn me around, so I was straddling him. without a warning he put his cock inside of me.

“Fuck!” I scream 

I start to bounce up and down on his cock, we are both moaning extremely loud.

“Fuck Yes! Bounce faster baby!” He said and I try but my cunt is too sore, he however decided to take matter into his own hands and helps me bounce faster, there is water splashing everywhere. He then somehow took one of my tits into his mouth and started sucking on it. 

“AH! G-GOOD *Moan* H-HARRY- CUM *moan* PLEASE!”

“I’m Fuck- Cumming too baby”He said 

“cum, cum for me” I did I came so fucking hard and so did he

we just sat there for a second, catching our breath, Harry was rubbing my back up and down with one his hands.

“I think we need a shower” he said, I just look up at him and nodded 

“I’m sore, carry me?” I ask and he nodded with a smile 

After the shower, Harry and I decided to just chill and watch some TV, not too long after that we felt asleep.

~~~~~~ 

The next morning Harry had an interview at the Howard show. They were in the middle of something when Howard suddenly ask if there were any secret affairs going on in the band. Wow things got award very fast.

“so not affairs with the lady’s?  Y/N?” he ask , harry and I just look at each other and awkwardly laugh

“You two have been link a lot together, specially after the whole hickey thing that happen in your last concert.” he said, 

“No, we are pretty good friends... it would be awkward to think of a friend like that, it’s not right” Harry said rambling a bit 

“Y/N” Howard said, Mitch looked at me and raised his eyebrows

“Umm.. Mitch and Sarah but I don’t think that accounts as an affair, I mean everybody knows about them.” 

“so no harry?” he ask again, I just laugh shaking my head

“no, I don’t think he can handle a woman like me” I said some oh’s and laughs were heard 

“thanks that really helped my ego” He said 

“that’s what I’m here for” I said

The interview continued, he move on to other topics to be honest I kinda zone out.

~~~~~~

After the interview, Harry said to go to his room for some netflix and chill, I already new what he wanted. I knock on his door

“hey”

“hey” I said 

“remind me to give you a key” he said, I nodded and when to his bed

“whatcha you watching?” I ask him

“I don’t know”

He pulls me into his lap

“kiss me, you haven’t given me a kiss” 

I kiss him,

“I wanna snug you, fucking kiss me right” he told me

We started to make out, saliva mixing, mouth exploring, tongues dancing. We were so into this, it was hard to hear someone knocking. 

“go open the door and rid of whoever it is” I told him once we pull away 

he nodded, I got off his lap and he got up to open the door. I heard the door open and a voice as well 

“hey I’m here to work on the lyrics” Mitch fucking Mitch its here

“So I was thinking- Y/N what are you doing here? was I- Did I interrupt something” he ask and I just look at harry

“actually she was leaving” I look at him, seriously I’m the one who gets kick out why?, I don’t understand he call me not Mitch, I was mad, I’m done getting treated like I’m not important or only a fuck toy. I explode it

“I’M DONE HARRY, I’M SO FUCKING DONE, WITH THIS AND- AND EVERYTHING, DON’T EVER GO LOOKING FOR ME AGAIN, FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!” they were both shock at my sudden outburst, I got up from the bed and storm out the room to mines. 

~~~~~

After a good 15 min I heard a knock on my door

“if its Harry go away” I said loud enough

“Actually its Mitch Can we talk” I got up and open the door

“talk”

“he is confused, devasted, thinks it’s his fault, and he knows I know.” he said

“you told him?” I ask him

“not really, he just figure, anyways I think he wants more than what you guys have now”

“what if I get hurt?”

“God Y/N its Harry and love so of course you’ll get hurt but I also know he will take care of you, I’m almost certainly sure that he loves you, he wants more than this, take a risk for the both you because I know how much you two need it” He told me

“ok yeah, I’m gonna go talk to him” I got up and headed towards the door but Mitch stops me 

“here I think you are gonna this” he hands me a key

his room key

I smile and nodded 

~~~~~

Once in his room, I go to where he is standing. 

“hey” I say he jumps a little, and I just giggle

“Hello, how did you get in?” he ask

“Mitch gave me a key” I said lifting up the key

he nodded we stay in silence for a moment

that is before I had enough and just go up to him and kiss him.

We kiss for a little before I pull “I want more than this too” I whisper against his lips 

“be mine?” he ask 

“I was always yours” I tell him

We keep kissing, we move onto the bed, he lays me on my back, he starts to kiss my neck.

“Harry” I moan

“yes darling” he says

“can we-I wanted- 69″ I said 

“you wanna try 69?” he ask and I nodded

“I’m down top or bottom?” he ask me again

“top” I said

We undressed until we are completely nude the we get in position. With my cunt towards his face and his cock in mine. He starts me off by teasing my clit and slit my wetness around my pussy while he is doing that I start to give him Kitty licks on his tip. I decided that’s enough for me, and I start to suck, he on the other hand keeps teasing my clit and starts fucking my cunt with his tongue. he is moaning into my cunt and I’m moaning into his dick. he starts to rub me fast and hard, while I suck on him faster. little bits of cum dripping on the side of my mouth. He keeps eating me out so good. 

“OH MY FUCKING SHIT MY EYES BURN!” I hear a voice scream, I fall off the bed, I scream when I see who it was

“the fuck how did you get in?!”I grab the blanket and cover myself and so does harry

“seriously man, fucking knock next time!” harry said 

“My eyes still burn, You both are nasty, I’m out of here” Mitch said his hands covering his eyes, he bumps and trips a few times before making it out of the room. 

Harry and I just look at each other and laugh

but its not too long before we are back to 69

~~~~ Harry + 69 = 💀 

Thank you for reading.....

[tei0101]

a sakuatsu fic

tags: exes to lovers, married skts, inspired by captain holt and kevin’s kiss

ao3 ver. | unedited twt thread ver.

“You what?” Miya Osamu couldn’t help but raise his voice when he heard his twin spouting stupid shit. Only the counter and the wooden spatula he was holding was preventing him from strangling the annoying blonde in front of him.

“I’m not talking to you.” Atsumu turned his direction back to Rintarou, his twin’s boyfriend of sixteen years, as he continued eating his onigiri. “So, I was saying一”

Osamu shoved another onigiri on his twin’s mouth. “Why the fuck do you need to make a Grindr profile? I thought the couple’s counselling was going well.”

“First of all, I could’ve died一”

“But you didn’t.” Rin said as a matter of factly then, kissed his boyfriend on his left cheek. “Gotta pick up the new batch of tuna in the market. Will be back in an hour.”

“Ugh! Have some respect!” Trying to throw his chopstick at the love birds, which he failed miserably, resulted in a fake gagging just to show his disdain because why not?

As soon as Rintarou left the shop, it became quiet until there was a soft sniffle. “It was okay, at f-first ‘til一”He started crying, tears and snot. Thank god Osamu was quick enough to pat his twin’s head as an act of comfort. “T-the psychologist told me一sniff一 to have more time. And I was like, excuse you doctor, you’re not paying for my rent and medication!”

“Ssh, it’s alright. Did you explain to them your side?”

“No! How could I when the gorgeous bastard agreed and pointed out that I barely have time for sex let alone weekly dates!” More sniffles, more wailing.

It wasn’t his fault, not entirely. True, that ever since he got assigned to a bigger project, he rarely had time. Blame the architect firm for sending him to Aomori! Blame the expensive rent in Tokyo with its boxed apartment. Blame his ADHD and its fucking caviar price meds.

Blamed everything and he ended up losing the love of his life.

After several threatening texts to Rintarou and excessive pleading that his life depended on this fucking finally, he was ready to thread the waters and catch some big fish with tight fitted pants and black turtleneck to add some mysterious effect.

10 minutes!

The guy, Akiteru, was already 10 minutes late.

“It’s okay, you’re just used to Omi’s timeliness.” Atsumu murmured under his breath, chanting it like a spell.

“Miya?”

Dirty blonde? Check.

Beige trousers? Check.

Suede loafers? Check.

Long nails? Check.

Atsumu was baffled. How could someone check all his run-towards-the-exit-asap list.

First, there could only be one blonde in the relationship. Beige trousers made him icky like a melted popsicle in summer time. Suede? Hard to fucking clean, it should be forbidden. Leather was popular for a reason! Long fucking nails?!

Atsumu was about to faint. Or burst. Or scream. It didn’t matter. The moment his date went to the restroom, he immediately paid for his drink and immediately ran for his sanity.

Of course, he sent one last message to the guy before deleting the app.

Sorry, forgot to tell you I’m allergic to suede and alcohol. Thanks for your time.

- Miya A.

//

“So…?” Rintarou wiggled his eyebrows, taunting Atsumu before whispering something to his boyfriend’s ear.

“Nothing! And stop talking behind my back, I’m literally sitting in front of you guys!”

“Jealous.”

“Green-eyed monster.”

Atsumu sighed because no matter how good he lied to his co-workers about his date that ended bragging for three whole days, unfortunately, he could never fool his twin.

“What should I do…?” It sounded more sad? Ah, dejected. Defeated. Like a loser.

How could he think that a dating app and a date in the bar could make him forget about the one and only Sakusa Kiyoomi. Four years of pinning since high school. Another five years of dating, learning, familiarizing and memorizing every single non-hypoallergenic sanitzer there was in the market. And three and a half years of being married, sharing a house, their love and life.

How stupid could he be?

No one could replace Kiyoomi in his life. Not that he wanted to. He just…he just wanted to give him a better life. Bigger house. A backyard and a big dog. Europe trips.

Things he couldn’t give him when he was a broke college student and a struggling 24 year old competing to get a job in the most sought-after architecture firm in Tokyo.

He just simply wanted to give him the life he deserved.

So what went wrong?

“You know he loves you, right?” Osamu broke the silence. “You’ve known each other for years. Do you think he’s the type of person to give up easily?”

“B-but, I hurt him, Samu. Made him cry.”

“Like it’s the first time? Remember when you had your first fight? Outside my dormand you were carrying his shirts and hoodies in a plastic bag, ready to throw it in his face in case he asked for a break up?”

Atsumu remembered it all too well.

Last year of uni. He spent the night at Rin’s dorm because he caught Kiyoomi talking to a girl after turning him down for a date. He was crying the whole night. Asking if he was worth it. If Kiyoomi actually loved him in the first place. If everything they had was real.

And when he was going down the stairs, with the plastic bag full of his boyfriend’s clothes, he saw Kiyoomi standing outside the dorm, cheeks stained with tears and a bouquet of white lilies on his hand.

A symbol of devotion.

“You think Omi’s going to run under the rain, shouting my一”

“Miya Atsumu!” That was his name, coming from a familiar voice.

He stood up from the couch and as he was looking from the window of his twin’s second floor apartment, he saw a dark figure standing outside the building.

Just like before.

Umbrella and slippers be damned. All he was thinking was to get to the door as soon as possible一

“Miya Atsumu! Miya! Atsu, please…”

They said it only happens in the movie, a kiss under the rain that is.

They said it only exists in Nancy Meyers movies.

He was no Nancy Meyers or in a romance film but everything felt right, even magical.

The wet kiss. The tears hiding under the rain drops.

The quiet I love yous. The warm hug amidst the cold winds blowing harshly. The several sorrrys shared between another kiss.

How their hands trembled at the touch of each other’s skin. How their hearts were about to burst simply because their love for each other was so much.

“Com'on lovebirds! You’re both gonna get sick!” And just like that, Suna was again standing by the door. Osamu was behind him, chin perched on his shoulder.

“I love you.”

“No matter what.”

- fin.

[btsmutimagines]

high stakes. (M)

Finally finished phew

Yes, I’m a hoe for blue haired Taehyung leave me alone

Word Count: 8.1k (oof)

Warnings: Light spanking? Oral (giving/recieving), dirty talk, Taehyung

V.

The 22nd letter of the alphabet to some, to others he was a powerful man. A man who pulled the strings of his many associates that obeyed every command. He was a mysterious figure, a man whose face hasn’t been seen by many but very few described him.

Some say he’s a foreigner that settled in Seoul, on the run from the international authorities. Some say he was a tall muscular man who used to be a hitman before chasing his ventures. Some say V wasn’t even a man at all, but a woman.

You didn’t know the truth behind V either, opting out of the rumour mill that clouded the name. It wouldn’t help you anyhow as you were a mere gambler, spending parts of your paycheck on roulette and the occasional slot machine. You liked playing against dealers, calculating every move that you could make and the rush when you make a small payout from a simple game.

Gambling can be beautiful; the sweet taste of victory could overwhelm the senses and lead to people scrambling for any cash on them to keep playing. You could watch desperate men begging for a rematch, screaming that they had to be cheating because there was no way they could lose.

Of course, you knew they’re being outplayed by the dealer, but the addiction eroded their ability to see their reality.

You haven’t gone off the deep end yet but tonight, you were feeling lucky.

You walked over to a table, a game just about to start and took the empty seat in the middle. You made eye contact with the dealer, Hongjoong, he was rarely on shift here. Made you wonder what the occasion was.

“Count me in.”

“Ah, Miss Y/N, you look lovely tonight.”

“Thank you. It’s been a while since I last saw you.” You rested your head on top of your hands as your elbows sat on the edge of the table.

“Been busy, you know how it is. How much?”

“I’m feeling 75 tonight.”

“Alright.” You placed your stack down, along with the others and watched the pit boss walk over and counts the cash. Your lovely stack of chips was placed in front of you as Hongjoong started dealing the cards.

You quietly watched, glancing at everyone’s cards and he finally dealt himself a card. 13, huh.

Hongjoong had a 10. The man to your right had an ace and a six, a hand you had to watch out for.

He started from the left, the first two chose to stand, you hit, Hongjoong dealt you a card, giving you a 7 and you stood. All you needed was the cards to fall as they may, you had the upper hand here.

You grinned to yourself as the other members of the table reluctantly pushed their stacks towards you.

“Another round, Miss?”

“I can’t see why not.” New faces joined, none that you bothered to concern yourself with. After all, all you had to do was win.

And win, you did.

With all the chips you had, you could build yourself a castle and no player around you were none the wiser.

“Count me in.” You heard, a man saying close to your ear as he took the empty seat next to you. He felt cold, the room dropping a few degrees as he spoke. Any weak-willed player would back out instantly, but you were more than that.

Besides, you could remember the last time you came close to a man as pretty as he was. Dare you to say, he might just be as pretty as you.

“Ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A man spoke, one that just lost a round to you. Sore loser.

“Anyone that plays a round with her loses.”

“I bet she’s cheating.” Tch. You shoot the man a glare, him retreating and you heard a chuckle.

“I don’t remember asking for advice, especially from a man who just lost.”

“Dealer, I’m betting double of what she’s got.”

“S-sir.”

“You hear me clearly, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Has Hongjoong ever stutter like that?

“And who might you be, Miss?” He took your hand, bringing it to his lips and you stared in shock. His pinstriped suit fit him perfectly, his dress shirt unbuttoned enough to give you a peek at his defined collarbones.

Taking in the image of him staring at you almost knocked you off your seat. Is it possible for a man to be this handsome or was it the trick of the light?

No, you mustn’t be swayed by his appearance. It was a ploy to play with your focus, all that matters is dealing a blow to his confidence. And that starts with your next words.

“The woman who is about to win.”

“Is that so? I like that response.”

“You want to lose?”

“I never lose.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Start the game, dealer.” The man said, not taking an eye off you and Hongjoong began to deal out cards.

You noted the cards of those around you, making sure to stand when you were sure that you had this in the bag. Despite the man sitting next to you, you still had no clue to what he could have.

You briefly glanced at him, meeting his ominous eyes for a moment and quickly looked away. It felt like he was reading you, opening up parts of you that you purposely kept hidden with the blink of his eye.

As if the more you walled off, the more he broke down with such ease.

It was unnerving, to say the least.

“Stand.”

“Stand.” He parroted, you scoffed. You placed your cards down, having yourself a lovely 19 and glanced around the table until your eyes landed on the cards of the man next to you.

A perfect 21.

“Would you look at that? A Blackjack.” You watched as the chips were pushed his way. His smirk at you mocked you as you received your wager.

“It was nice playing with you, Miss. Hope we meet again sometime.” He threw a wink at the end, taking his earnings with him and you only watched him walk away with the last word.

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You stabbed your salad, taking a large bite and chewing to yourself. So maybe the thought of that man stewed in your mind longer than you thought. His domineering presence lingered around you like a cloud, making you wish for clear skies.

Those handsome features were distorted by his supercilious attitude, it was a shame.

“Uh oh, who’s next on your hit list? Is it Lisa again?”

“No, but she’s still on thin ice.”

“I hope you’re joking about that.” Your friend, Soyou laughed as she took the seat in front of you.

“And if I wasn’t?”

“Then, HR.”

“Those clowns? They would make me write an apology letter and call it a day.”

“Police?”

“It was a joke, So, I didn’t think you would turn on me like that.”

“So, now it’s a joke?” You took another bite of your salad, smiling at her and she rolled her eyes at you.

“So, what’s really on your mind?”

“There was a man…”

“Was he handsome?”

“Does it matter?”

“I mean hot guys can pretty much get away with anything.”

“You mean, hot, rich guys do. Wait, that’s not the point!”

“Hey, his hotness is a factor in this.”

“How so?”

“Since he’s stirring you up this much, he’s at least pretty.”

“It wasn’t that kind of encounter.”

“Then?”

“He beat me at Blackjack.”

“He’s a dealer?”

“No, he was a player at the table.”

“I thought blackjack was between you and the dealer?”

“It is but I’m usually the one to win my wager in my rounds and this man defied that.”

“And? Did you lose?”

“No.”

“So, why does it matter?”

“Because.”

“Y/N, you need to use your words, honey.”

“Because he smirked at me as he did. Like he knew that he would win his bet regardless of the outcome of me winning my wager or not.”

“Again, why does that matter?”

“I have a reputation to upkeep there, the Weeper they call me.”

“Weeper?”

“Because any man who plays in any game with me is bound to weep.”

“Makes you sound like a villain, you know. Some of these men are gambling their livelihoods.”

“Then, they’ve already lost.” Soyou opened her mouth to say something but closed it, resorting to eating her lunch as you finished yours.

You knew how cold you sounded but those words were a truth that not many wanted to admit.

You’ve seen it with your own eyes.

And who were you to do anything about it? You were a simple office worker who always had time to kill after work. Maybe you could be like others who drink with co-workers or spend night binging Netflix’s extensive catalogue but you like the thrill.

Watching on bated breath as you gambled, whether it was slots, roulette, poker. As long as Lady Luck was on your side, who could stop you?

So once again, you slipped into one of your nicer gowns, your fanciest heels and strutted into the casino.

The atmosphere was to your liking, fewer people than normal but the stacks seemed higher.

“Ah, why isn’t the young Miss from the other night?”

“Oh, it’s you.” As if he came to ruin your mood, the man appears. He wore a slick white suit this time, the flaps as black as the colour of his hair and you crossed your arms.

“Not quite the reaction I would have liked, to be truthful.”

“What makes you believe I would be happy to see you?”

“Why, I can tell you can’t get me out of your mind at least. Whether it’s out of hate or love doesn’t matter.”

“You’re such a strange man.”

“Oh?”

“Why would you remember me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? After all, you’re the woman they call the Weeper. Is that not true?”

“Is that so?”

“Being coy, aren’t we? I thought it was because one look at your face would make a grown man cry.”

“Very funny.”

“But seeing how beautiful you are, it must be your skill.” He tilted your chin; you slapped his hand away and began walking past him.

“Don’t mock me.” You spat, him making no haste to catch up to you.

“I mean not to, Miss. I was merely intrigued by your reputation. The Weeper, enemy of men.”

“You make me sound like a villain.”

“Only repeating the rumours. And yet you were no match for me.”

“We weren’t competing.”

“Au contraire, bunny, I ruined your perfect streak, did I not? Any man who plays against you is bound to lose his wager. Yet I have not.”

“You’re just an irregularity. That’s all.”

“Sounds like you can’t accept your losses.”

“Now, you’re taunting me.”

“Does it sound like that?” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you against the side of a slot machine and you squirmed.

“Want to make a bet?” Those words, spoken as if they were a spell meant to enchant you led you to a roulette table. The dealer of the table looked nervous as the two of you had placed your bets and he smirked at you.

Gosh, how you’ve grown to hate that look in a short amount of time.

Best two out of three, you reminded yourself. If you won, it would mean his win was just an off round. If he wins, he wanted something from you. You tried to press him from more than ‘something’, but he wouldn’t budge beyond that.

Just two wins and you can watch his smirk be washed away.

Roulette was a game of luck and chance, still, you were up against the odds as you glanced at where you placed your chips.

“No more bets.” The dealer spun the wheel, dropping the ball as it joined the wheel in spinning before it landed in its spot.

“31, black.”

“That’s mine, isn’t it?”

“You sure do like to gloat.”

“Because it winds you up so perfectly, I can’t wait to unravel it all myself.”

“You talk as if something were going to happen between me and you.”

“I’m just going to have to get something will.” You regret agreeing to this stupid bet for a moment, it’s becoming clear to you that the game you were actually playing had nothing to do with the spinning roulette table.

“14, red.” You held back a grin, settling for giving him a look before turning your eyes back to the table.

If you could wish on all your lucky stars for this to land on any number you bet on, you did. After a silent prayer, you waited for the dealer’s words.

“21, red.”

“Oh, isn’t that ironic? Isn’t that where we first met?”

“Fuck you.”

“I wish you would, bunny.”

“Forget this.” You got up from the table, the man reaching for your wrist again and you cursed as he gripped hard. Would he just leave you alone?

“Now, bunny, you made a bet with me. Isn’t the honourable thing to do to fulfill your end of it?”

“Isn’t you winning enough for you? You have bragging rights now, just satisfy yourself with that.”

“No. I don’t need that.”

“Then, what is it? Spit it out.”

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You stuffed your head in a pillow as Soyou sat on the edge of your bed.

“He asked you out?”

“I don’t understand this man at all. One minute, he’s taunting me, the next he’s flirting with me. Is he a sadist?”

“Wouldn’t it make you a masochist for going out with him?”

“Who said I was going?”

“Weren’t you the one going on about reputations?”

“Well, that’s tainted now. So, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“But, aren’t you at least curious about him?”

“And why would I be?”

“He’s hot from how you described him, he’s rich since he can gamble his life away so easily and he gambled like you, so there’s a shared interest between you two. Hey, if you snag him, you could just use him to gamble for you. It’ll be a definite win.”

“So, he’s probably toying with me-” You heard your phone vibrate next to you, raising it to wake and seeing a message.

Hey, bunny, dress casually and don’t be late. I don’t like waiting.

“He calls you a pet name already?”

“I don’t even know why he calls me that either. Makes me want to punch him square in the nose.”

“Well, don’t. It’ll ruin the atmosphere of the date.”

“I’m not going!”

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You spoke too soon when you got to the address that he gave you, seeing it was a café. Soyou dragged you out of bed, essentially forcing you into going. She even dared to slip a condom in your purse as if you were going to use it. And with him, of all people.

“You came?”

“Expecting to get stood up?”

“I see you’re sharp as ever, bunny.”

“I have an actual name, you know.”

“Which you have yet to tell me if you haven’t noticed.”

“Y/N. Yours?”

“Taehyung.”

“Hm, your name means ‘all wishes will come true’ huh? Explains your ridiculous luck.”

“Didn’t know you were into things like that.”

“No, I just need something to explain how I lost to you twice.”

“You should let that go, it’s not good for your health, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes, opening the door to the café and seeing a rabbit hopping in front of you.

“Look, it’s your kind.”

“Very funny, Taehyung.”

“But it’s so cute.” He scooped one into his arms, petting it and you watched as it melted under his touch.

“Don’t worry, I can give you head pats too.” He petted your head, his large hand felt warm, but you were annoyed by the casual skinship.

“Ah, thank you customer for catching him! He managed to get out.” A staff member bowed to the two of you and took the rabbit from Taehyung.

“I felt a bond forming with him.”

“You can go out with him instead if you’d like?”

“And miss the chance to spend an afternoon with a beautiful woman? I think he can wait.”

“How many women have you fed that line to?”

“I never had a woman competing with a rabbit before so, none?”

“I’m not competing-”

“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m joking. Let’s order?” He asked, you walked up to the counter with him and ordering your lunch.

You glanced at the rabbits, making eye contact with a small brown rabbit. He hopped close to his gate, you crouched in front and paused. You weren’t quite sure how to approach a rabbit.

A staff member opened his gate for you, letting the little creature hop out and you stayed still.

“You have to show him your hand, bit off to the side so he can see it.” Taehyung was crouched next to you as you followed his instructions.

“Okay.” He began to sniff your hand, you allowed him until he got closer to you.

“I think he wants to go pet him. Go for the cheeks.” You nodded, stroking his cheek and he closed his eyes. It felt like he nuzzled into your touch as you continued to pet him, and you smiled.

“I had no idea you were well versed in rabbits.”

“My grandparents had a farm, they kept rabbits. I can still remember getting nipped by one of the dominant ones.”

“Did it hurt?”

“A bit, he had a nasty bite. But I learned.”

“What else did they have?”

“The usual, chickens and cows. Gramps grew apples and oranges too. When I was born, my grandparents planted an apple tree that day. Every summer, I would check on it and see it grew taller than me.”

“You were competing with a tree, Taehyung.”

“It’s silly but I hate to lose.”

“You were bound to.”

“Unfortunately.” You laughed, Taehyung giving you an incredulous look.

“I pour part of my life story to you and you laugh.”

“Because it’s hard to imagine you competing with nature of all things. Don’t tell me you marked it in your house too?”

“And what if I did?”

“Then, you’re stranger than I thought. Acting all seductive and dominant when you’re a big softie.”

“If I were that one dimensional, that would be boring as fuck. After all, being a one-trick pony wouldn’t let me win, would it?”

“Spoken like a true gambler.”

“Even now, I’m making a wager.”

“On what?”

“Well, it’s not fun if I tell you.”

“Couldn’t let go of the teasing, huh?”

“Of course not, bunny.” You rolled your eyes, getting up as your order was called. The two of you carried your food to an empty table, the meal you ordered was in the shape of a rabbit. A sandwich neatly cut into one with a side of fries.

“That’s oddly perfect.”

“I mean it is the Tokki café, Taehyung.”

“To get the ears so perfectly matched.”

“You’re oddly fascinated by this.”

“Are you not?”

“More curious about you.”

“I like the sound of t-” You stuffed a bite of your sandwich in his mouth, you watched him chewing said bite.

“I thought we start feeding each other on the fourth date at the earliest.”

“I guess we’re moving fast.”

“Mhm.” It was the only thing he mustered, beginning to eat his meal as you ate yours. You patted a napkin around your mouth, careful to not smudge your lipstick and Taehyung kept his eyes on you.

“If you have something to say, you can say it. I don’t think I have telepathy.”

“Just thinking about how I can make this day longer.”

“Did you read some pick-up artist books before coming here?”

“Tch, those books are just for desperate people who can’t flirt.”

“Who knows, maybe they’ll teach you about subtlety.”

“Subtlety? I know what I want and go after it, simple.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“I don’t give up if that’s what you’re asking.” Of course, a man like him would chase until the very end. You met him at a casino for goodness sake. A place where people can put up their homes, cars, livelihoods for a chance to win.

Why would he be any different?

“Unless I know for sure there’s no chance. I also don’t like wasting my time, Y/N.”

“Neither do I.”

“Then, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” You jogged to catch up with him, stopping when he got in front of a rather expensive car.

“Ladies first.” He opened the passenger door, you hesitated before getting in and he got into the driver seat a few moments later.

“This isn’t where you drive me to some unknown fields and kill me or something.”

“We’re downtown, Y/N, also I’m not from here. So, if anything, we’re more likely to get lost in the city.”

“And you don’t have a GPS.”

“Got one in here.” He pointed to his head and you groaned. Is this a common trait amongst men? You still remember ending up three towns over from where you lived when your high school boyfriend wanted to take you to some cool restaurant. Your mother never let you hear the end of it, she still brings up when you called her now and then.

“Oh, great.” You remarked.

After dealing with some traffic, he parked in front of an arcade.

“A change of pace.”

“Right.” The two of you walked in together, him paying the entrance fee and you two entering the hall. The large room was filled with games, the place was mostly filled with teens and kids running around to different games.

“Come on.” He took your hand, pulling you into the direction of a racing game and taking a seat.

“At least you can’t crash this car.”

“Hey, I just like getting to places in the fastest time possible.”

“I felt like my face was going to fly off like it does in cartoons.”

“You should star in a soap opera, really good at being dramatic.”

“I’m just surprised you haven’t lost your licence.” You said as you took the seat next to his, gripping the steering wheel and entered the game.

“It helps with racing games.”

“Does it now?”

“Wanna test it?” You cocked an eyebrow, pressing start and began racing against Taehyung. The two of you were focused on beating the other that you hadn’t noticed the kids that just boosted his way to first place while you two got second and third respectively.

“How?”

“Tae, it’s okay to lose sometimes.”

“You’re only saying that because you got second, but me getting third?”

“Aw, sweetie, I can get you some ice cream to make you feel better.”

“You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?”

“Do you want the ice cream or not?”

“Yes.” The two of you ordered ice cream in a cup, you ordered chocolate chip cookie dough while Taehyung had rocky road.

“Let me have a bite.”

“Fine.” He stole your next bite, giving you a wink as he licked his lips.

“Taehyung.”

“It’s too sweet. Here.” He handed you another spoon, you gleefully took it and finished off your ice cream.

You played a few more games, most of them resulting in a tie or Taehyung winning. You didn’t mind much, having fun watching Taehyung’s competitive nature but making sure you were still enjoying yourself. He drove you home, you sat in the passenger seat with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Can I see you again?” You got out of the car, Taehyung opening the door for you and you leaned against the car door as he spoke.

“Maybe.”

“I’ll take it. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Taehyung.”

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Soyou came over for a girl’s night, her letting herself feel at home while you gathered the snacks.

“What’s with all the flowers?”

“Oh, he sent them…” You felt your face grow hot; Taehyung has been sending them after every date since your first. They were always the prettiest bunch; no bouquet was the same as the other and the latest was a bouquet of red camellias.

“What are they?”

“Red Camellias.” You placed down the tray of snacks, taking a bite of a cookie after you replied.

“Do you know what that means?”

“That he has a romantic side to him.”

“Oh, sweet child, do you not know about floriography?”

“Do I know what?”

“The language of the flowers, Y/N. Red camellias mean ‘You’re the flame of my heart’.”

“Flowers have meanings? Can’t they just be pretty?”

“What, they can’t multi-task now? Has he sent you others?”

“Yellow tulips, some Primroses, Alyssum, red roses, of course, and I think red chrysanthemums.”

“And you thought nothing of it.”

“Well, not all of us think of flowers like you.”

“Blame my florist mother. Anyways, the tulips mean your smile is like sunshine, primroses, alyssum mean worth beyond beauty, red roses and red chrysanthemums mean I love you and primroses mean I can’t live without you.”

“W-what? Really?”

“Girl, your man is speaking sweet nothings to you with flowers and you’re questioning it?”

“I mean he could have just sent them because they’re pretty.”

“Or that he’s madly in love with you.”

“It’s only been a few dates. Besides we haven’t done anything.”

“Do you have a photo?”

“What?’

“I need a photo of him.” You looked through your photos, choosing a random one and Soyou snatched your phone.

“What is wrong with you, Y/N?”

“Uh, nothing.”

“You have the hottest man alive and you haven’t banged him at least once?” She shrieked; you covered your ears a bit at the increased pitch.

“I don’t just put out.”

“in any other situation, I would applaud you, but this guy could bag a whole nightclub, guys and girls included. You sure you want to keep him on his toes?”

“If he wanted sex, he can hire an escort.”

“I admire your strength, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes, finishing off your cookie and scrolling through Netflix. You settled on a rom-com that Soyou raved about, staring to fall asleep partway through when the main characters had a stupid misunderstanding.

“Past bedtime, huh?”

“If I remember correctly,” a yawn escaping your lips mid-sentence before you continued, “you’re the older one here.”

“The movie wasn’t that boring.”

“I beg to differ. Will give a review in the morning, night.” Soyou rolled her eyes at you, got a tired laugh from you before the two of you went to bed in the living room.

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You woke up, the sheets next to you empty and someone was knocking at your door. Rubbing the sleep of out of your eyes, you walked to the front door and was met with flowers in your face.

“Special delivery.”

“Tae?”

“Your one and only.” He lowered the flowers to reveal his smiling face, making you smile in return.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you until Friday.”

“I missed you, bunny.” He swiftly kissed your cheek as he stepped inside your apartment, the simple gesture making your heart skip a beat.

“Plus, I wanted to meet the famous Soyou.”

“I wonder where she went.”

“Her shoes are still here.” You checked the bathroom, seeing her not there either and going into your bedroom. On the side table was a note?

“Bunny?”

“In the bedroom.” You replied, Taehyung jogging in and peered over your shoulder.

“Someone took So, thinking it was me? Why would anyone do this?”

“It’s because of me.”

“Tae…?”

“I’m so sorry, bunny. But please leave this to me.” He started to rush out the room, you followed him until you got close enough to grab his arm.

“I’m going with you.”

“Y/N, you can’t.”

“She’s my best friend, Tae. I don’t want to lose you either, no matter how annoying you are sometimes.” He chortled at the last bit

“I’ll protect you both, I promise.” He sealed his words with a kiss to your forehead.

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“Bunny, whatever you do, don’t leave the car.”

“Okay.” Yeah, right. Taehyung caressed your cheek before he left, taking the time between him entering the building before getting out yourself. You sneaked in, seeing Taehyung standing in front of a woman? Getting closer, you eavesdropped on their conversation.

“You really are a fool, V.”

V? He’s V?

“Am I? Coming to my territory, hiding in my turf and having the nerve to taking my woman? You should be thankful I came here and not my men. I’m afraid they aren’t as charitable as I am.” A cold chill ran down your spine as if someone slid an ice cube down your back. His voice was cold, calculated as if he was drained of any emotion besides silent rage.

“Where is she?”

“Aw, now you put away the venom. She really has you wrapped around her finger.” The woman came close to Taehyung, having the gull to touch his jaw with a wicked smile on her lips.

Is this the world Taehyung lives in?

“Beg. I want to hear the great V pathetically beg for his little girlfriend’s life.” You saw him get down on his knees, you could tell he was gritting his teeth as he spat his next words.

“Please. She’s innocent to the life I lead, someone I should have never tainted with my cursed soul. Let her go, I’m begging you. It’s me you wanted anyways.”

“Bring her out.” You watched as a man carried a passed out Soyou, her face covered in soot and her clothes tattered. What did they do to her?

“Looks like I clipped your little angel’s wings. But don’t worry, she’s still breathing.”

“I’m so sorry they did this to you. I-“

“Sorry to interrupt your little monologue but I’m here for a deal.”

“What?” He barked, the coldness was back.

“Oh, you can’t get all prickly with me. I kept her alive, didn’t I? Killing her would give me pleasure but I want more than that.”

“What is it?”

“I want the White Rabbit.” White Rabbit? What is that?

“You talk big, don’t you?”

“I’m a woman with ambitions, V. After all, is this woman not worth as much?”

“Let me think about it.” He crossed his finger behind his back, was that a signal to someone? To answer your question, you heard a volley of gunshots. You shut your eyes tight, covering your ears as the shots rang out and you tried to sneak back out the building. You hurriedly got in the car, your heart racing as you sat.

He had a shooter hidden in the building already? Was this common for him? You didn’t see him flinch as the shooting started, still as a statue.

“Miss Y/N?”

“Who are you?”

“A friend of V, miss. He has instructed that I take you home.”

“Where’s my friend? She was in there-”

“I know you’re scared but Mr. V will take care of it.”

“No-” You tried to open the door, the handle not budging as the man drove you off.

“What the fuck? You know kidnapping is a fucking crime, right?”

“I’ve done worse, Miss.” Your eyes widen at his statement, quickly giving up on resisting the man. He claims to be a friend of Taehyung who is also the infamous V. If the gunfire you heard was evidence of the people who were his friends, it would be wiser to cooperate.

He stopped in front of your building, you quickly got out and the man rolled down the window to leave with one thought.

“He always keeps his promise.”

Those words took root in your mind as you waited for a response from Soyou. It had been a week since you last saw her, trying to pretend that you weren’t desperately missing her. Just a simple phone is all you wished for.

You just remember seeing Taehyung take her phone before the two of you set out for her. If it didn’t work out, would he just make her disappear? The thought was disrupted by your phone loudly ringing and you answered without a second thought.

“Soyou? Are you alright?”

“Bunny. She’s at the Memorial Hospital, room 2305.” You heard his voice instead, your throat suddenly drying up and you just murmured an okay before hanging up.

You were running down the hall to the annoyance of a few nurses until you opened the door to her room.

“Soyou?”

“Y/N!”

“I was so worried.” You cried, tears already welling in your eyes before you could think and held her hand.

“Psh. I’m a lot tougher than I look, you know.”

“It didn’t hurt that I had a gorgeous man waiting on me hand and foot.” You looked back to where Soyou was staring, looking at Taehyung who shied away from eye contact. Has he been here the whole time?

“The nurses totally thought we were dating until I set them straight.”

“I’m too bad for you anyways.”

“Please, you carried up this huge teddy bear because I said Y/N liked them.”

“Soyou!” Taehyung snapped, Soyou giggling at his blushing face. You stayed silent, glancing at the bear that sat on the side table.  The two of them bickered some more, you quietly excuse yourself to take a breather.

Wrapping your head around Taehyung being who he is. It was mind-numbing, to say the least, but seeing him acting so jovial, so carefree when he can speak so coldly, be so callous and stood still as he basically orders someone to kill.

His life was much more than yours was, a life where him getting close to someone meant they were dragged into it whether they know about it or not. That should have been you in that hospital gown, spending a week in a hospital because you fell for a man with secrets. Secrets that are enough to cost you your life.

It’s shameful how you managed to show your face to Soyou when it’s your fault she’s here in the first place. What a horrible friend you are.

“It’s not your fault.” You looked up to see Taehyung standing in front of you and you turned away from him.

“I know you saw, Kai told me you did.”

“If I knew who you were, I would have never… Soyou wouldn’t be like this.”

“I know. It’s my fault, this is just more sins I should atone for. Getting Soyou hurt, putting you in danger, hurting you in the process. I don’t think a universe filled with I’m sorry would be enough for everything I’ve done. But I am still sorry about it.”

“Taehyung. Please.”

“I made a promise to protect you. Even if it means we never meet again, I’m going to keep my word, bunny.”

“Listen, Taehyung.”

“I’m sorry.” He bowed to you before walking off. You wanted to call out to him, give him a piece of your mind for not letting you speak and saying everything that you’ve been wanting to say since you last saw him but you could make two steps before he was out of your sight.

It’s always the last words with him, huh.

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You helped Soyou get to her house, driving her house as she was discharged two weeks after your first visit. Taehyung vanished like a shadow, you never heard a word from him since. You kept it that way, putting your energy into rebuilding your life again.

“Did you and Tae have a fallout?”

“What?”

“Y/N, I can see that lovelorn kind of look on your face. It’s been like that for the past 2 weeks, it’s kind of sickening really.”

“Lovelorn, So? I’m not in love.”

“Please. Don’t try to fool me, I’ve watched too many romantic movies to know the situation we’re in. You blame yourself for what happened, and you don’t want Taehyung around because he’s a reminder of it.”

“Even if that’s true?”

“Then, you’re an idiot.”

“Gee, and I was trying to be a good best friend.”

“So am I. I’m not going to let my best friend miss her chance at happiness. You don’t have to punish yourself for me, I’ve forgiven you for worse things.”

“Like what?”

“Letting me wear white after Arbour day.” You looked at her for a minute, gauging how serious she was before bursting out into laughter.

“Seriously.” You said, Soyou laughing with you.

“But seriously, get your butt in gear. We have to transform you into a woman that Tae can’t keep his hands off of. A femme fatale, in simple words.”

“Soyou? What did you plan?”

“Just go with it.”

“Isn’t that what you said to me about Taehyung the first time?”

“Oh shut it, you’re in love with him now.”

“Am not.” You sassed, Soyou rolling her eyes as she pushed you into her bedroom.

“Let me work my magic.”

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Soyou led you out the door, you saw the man from that day bowing. His name was Kai, wasn’t it?

“Miss Y/N, Miss Soyou.”

“Is this part of your plan?”

“Of course. Plus seeing Kai in a suit is a little bonus for me.” You saw her wink at him to which he coughed to cover up the fact he was blushing.

“Do you realize what you’re getting into?”

“I don’t mind playing with little fire, Y/N.”

“Okay, I’m leaving before you start with bedroom eyes.” You got into the car, Kai hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?”

“I’m afraid not, Miss. V wants you to be blindfolded even.”

“Still wants to keep secrets, huh.”

“May I?”

“Go ahead.” The cotton scarf felt soft around your face as a knot was skillfully tied behind your head. You sat in anticipation, anxious about what this plan Soyou devised entails. The car finally stopped and you heard someone else open the door, you blindly taking their hand.

“I’ll lead the way.” You could only follow, holding onto an arm and walking up to what you believed was an elevator from the ding you heard. He led you in, the time you’re spending only making you more nervous.

“It’ll be alright, Miss.”

“I hope so.”

“Miss Soyou really cares about you as does V, even though he tries his best to hide it. I could dare say he loves you.” You thought you heard rustling but you dismissed as your nerves talking.

“But I can see that you both care for each other from how Miss Soyou describes you both.” Note to self: Give Soyou a piece of your mind next time.

“Ah, we’re here.” You followed, walking down a corridor and heard a door click.

“I can take it from here.” You pushed the blindfold up, seeing you holding onto Taehyung.

“You were there since I got out of the car, weren’t you?”

“You noticed.”

“For Kai to suddenly smell like your cologne was a dead giveaway, Taehyung.”

“I’m too good for the cheap one he buys.” You rolled your eyes, letting go of him and taking a few steps back.

You bit your lip, fighting the smile that threatened to show. Was it always this easy for him to toy with you like this?

“He was right, Kai I mean. About me loving you.”

“Taehyung.”

“I’m sorry. I know these aren’t the words you want to hear. Not from me, at least.” He’s still there. That goofball that stumbles on his words, teases you constantly and has more cheesy lines than a cheese factory.

“Are you willing to listen to what I have to say? Whatever it is.” He took a seat, you stayed standing.

“Yes.” You gave him a look, him nervously scratching his neck and you took a deep breath.

“I missed you. The part of you that you showed me, even when you rattled me up into some stupid bets. But when I saw you there, how emotionless you were, I was afraid. Afraid of V. Like everyone else was. Seeing you at the hospital confused me too because I thought it was all an act. That cold man is who you should be.” You looked him in the eyes, knowing that he wouldn’t say a word until he knew you were done.

“But I know it’s not. I feel it in my heart, that smile you give me, those flowers you sent me… It was all real. So I want to accept you, all of you.” You sat in his lap, cupping his cheek before pressing your lips against his.

You kept it brief, gently pulling away and resting your forehead on his.

“Give me everything, Taehyung.” You whispered, Taehyung taking his turn to kiss you. It was more passionate as if he were pouring his heart into every movement of his lips against yours.

Yet it was hot, his tongue playing with you smoothly as he kissed you deeply. His hands found your zipper, the dress giving him no resistance and it pooled in his lap.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured against your skin, pressing kisses along your neck. You made work of his shirt, revealing his chest as he played with your nipples through your bra.

You let out a moan to his pleasure, you began to ground your hips against him. A groan gave you the push to keep going, changing the rhythm your hips followed.

“Shit. Bunny.”

“Hm? What is it, Taehyung?”

“Don’t play coy, baby. I’m not afraid to punish you tonight.”

“Don’t act all tough with me, I know you’re wrapped around my finger.”

“Is that so?”

“Prove me wrong then.” A sardonic smile was on his face, knowing that he hated to lose. He took you to the bed, your back hitting the mattress hard while his hands rest on either side of your head.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He muttered against your lips, roughly taking your lips. His hands were more callous while touching you, ridding you of your underwear with one hand as if it were a simple task.

His hand dipped between your legs, crudely finding your clit and rubbing fast circles.

“No bite now, bunny? You’re wet enough to soak the sheets.”

“Rich coming from the man who’s hard as a rock.” You pressed your knee against his crotch, rubbing it through his dress pants.

“I’d be crazy if I wasn’t. Hearing you shamelessly moan my name while I pound you into the mattress, gripping the sheets hopelessly. Begging for more like the horny little bunny you are.”

“Don’t even bother to deny it, your pussy is soaking my fingers as we speak.”

“You’re a dirty man.”

“And you love it, Y/N.” He dipped down, moving his body down the bed and pushing your legs up and open for him.

You wouldn’t have the chance to speak, his tongue quickly pressed against your cunt. It took everything in you to stop salacious sounds from escaping your lips but a quick swirl of his tongue on your clit opened them like Pandora’s box.

The long strokes of his tongue alternated with short licks before you felt it enter you. Embarrassment flushed you as you heard wet sounds each time he dipped his tongue in. Soon his fingers would replace his tongue, two entering you without much.

“I want to hear more. Come on.” He smacked your thigh, eliciting a whimper from you. His thumb played with your clit as his fingers pumped fast and deep. You knew he had experience under his belt with looks like his but you were already a mess so early on.

“Show me more of that expression, bunny. I want to see how you look when you come.” He pressed on further, his fingers finding your g-shot and your clit beginning to feel overstimulated.

“Come for me.” You arched your back, toes curling and he pumped his finger while you rode out your high.

“Good girl.” You looked at him, licking his fingers clean and you sat up.

“Let me return the favour.” You said, reaching for his belt and he helped you reveal his dick. From grinding earlier, you figured he was above average but he was more than you imagined.

“You can’t intimidate my cock into getting harder by staring, you know.”

“Sorry. Just admiring.”

“Carry on.”

“Dick.”

“Funny.”

“Can be when I want to be.” You positioned him to lie down, gripping the shaft and begin slow twisting pumps, using your spit to lubricate before sinking your mouth around him.

“Oh, fuck.” You found a pace that made him twitch in your mouth, milking delicious grunts and growls from him in the process. His hands tangled in your hair as if he were controlling your pace but the loose grip let you know you were really in control.

“Shit, slow down.” You let him out of your mouth, still pumping him and licking your lip.

“Let me get a condom.” He looked through the drawer next to the bed, you took the chance to smack his ass to which he shot you a glance.

“What, you have nice cheeks.”

“So do you. Would look real nice with my handprints.”

“Want to test that?”

“Such a naughty bunny.” He retorted, flipping you on your stomach. His shins rested on the mattress on either side of your legs, one hand gripping his dick as the other held you still.

“Please, Tae. I want to feel you.” He plunged into you, the thick girth making you gasp as he slowly entered you.

“Are you okay, bunny? Does it hurt?” He pressed delicate kisses along your shoulder blades, trying to keep still until you spoke.

“I’m alright, Tae, you can move.” You breathed out.

Taehyung kept true to his word, only giving you a few slow strokes before he began his merciless thrusts. Your butt jiggled with each thrust, his hand periodically giving slaps to each cheek.

“Fuck, Taehyung.” You mewled out, unable to say more as he drilled into you. The delectable stretch you felt with each thrust numbed your mind as you felt your cunt set ablaze.

Your body grew hot, sweat forming all over your body and you could only vocalize sounds of pleasure. Taehyung’s grunts only made you wetter, allowing him to slide into your further and drive you even crazier.

“Love the way you clench -nng around me, bunny.”

“Gonna mould this pussy into the shape of my cock, do you want that, huh?”

“Fuck, please- ng. Hnng.” He slapped your ass in response, changing his pace and slid almost out of you before slamming himself back in.

“T-tae.” No words left his lips, only loud growls and grunts with the new rhythm he followed.

You cried out as one odd thrust made you come again and he kept going. Changing his pace again, his dick was perfectly angled to your g-spot and you whined from the overstimulation.

You were losing your mind, was sex always this good or was it because of Taehyung? Taehyung wouldn’t allow you to dwell on the question, pulling you back to edge of another orgasm with his touch on your clit.

“Fuck.”

“Clench around me, bunny.” You did as he asked, a low groan in your ear as a reward before he began to sloppily thrust in you. He stopped, cursing as he finally came.

“Are you alright, bunny?”He pulled out, removing the condom as you two regained your breaths. He went into the bathroom, getting something.

“Yeah.” You responded as he re-entered the room, him carefully wiping the sweat off of you.

“Good, it’s time for round two.”

“Taehyung, we don’t have to fuck like rabbits, you know.”He chuckled at your response, getting next to you and you shielded your self with your arms.

“I meant cuddles, bunny.”

“Now, come here. I don’t ever want to let you go again.”