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deskofmaji · 2 years

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Death and all his friends...

I found this hiding on my Deviant page and figured eh... What the hell

Ok... I know it's been a while. A long while... But my brain is dribbling again... Drabbling in the direction that if there is an interest for it... I'm re-reading my work... Trying to remember my thought process and perhaps... Maybe... If there is a want for it... Finish my work and add a little something extra. Right now I'm working on Will to Live... This, would come in a story that is set after that. So yes, there is a little spoiler here. Don't read if you don't wanna know... But... This wouldn't get out of my head. Again, if there is an interest for it... I'm possibly reviving.

For those confused, this is set in the Cars universe. A bit of a spoiler alert here...

When it is said, Seth is Seth again, he is no longer the Seth that appears in Hardest Burden to Bear. He is The Angel of Death. Which is what makes this, all the more heart-wrenching.

xXx

"For what it's worth Seth... I'm sorry" Seth didn't even have a moment to consider the implications of what was happening, before that slender hand laid against his hood. The Mustang set back on his tires, a small jolt of surprise as he tried to pull back, only to find himself frozen in place as if he were parked in sludge. Everything came rushing back. Every memory they had taken away from him. The spiritual world. His place as Death. Everything.

From where he stood, Sheriff gave a little sound of protest, though Doc stopped him from moving forward as Seth gave a full, body shiver and blinked a few times as if uncertain as to what the hell had just happened. He seemed unharmed though as he glanced over to Sheriff, a look of confusion playing its way 'cross his dark features. Still, even without a word Sheriff felt as if his fuel pump had jolted to a stop. That innocent look that Seth held without his memories was gone. Those eyes were wise... He always was an old soul but now? This was someone who knew too much.

Seth blinked again, glancing back up to Death, a tilt of his frame given, frown playing its way 'cross his grill. "Why?" He questioned slowly, obviously having never expected to be there, in that place with Death again...

"It's happening." Death stated slowly, drawing another blink and for a moment a stunned and horrified look from Seth. "I wouldn't let you miss it. I would not do that to you, my child."

"But you'll take the memories from me again..." Seth said slowly, gaining a nod from Death.

"It is unfortunate... But yes. It must be done." Seth looked as if he wanted to argue, but something drew him in, the wolf giving a brief start as he glanced towards the house. Blaire's house...

"We will talk after." Death promised, a nod given. "Go... You have precious, few moments."

Seth didn't argue... He shot Sheriff, a rather helpless look and turned quickly, hurrying into the house and disappearing inside.

Sheriff gave a hard swallow, glance given towards the dark figure that now stood before them. Death slowly raised his hands, pulling back the hood that shrouded his face, distinctly canine features there instead of a human face as he pulled the hood back and regarded Sheriff and Doc for a moment.

"You have questions." He ventured, gaining a flat look from Sheriff.

"Ya think?" He questioned, a wince given as Doc gave him a firm nudge.

"We're only concerned for Seth." Doc reasoned, his even tones quiet and calming, which drew a smile to Death's face.

"I knew my child would be safe with you." Death mused softly, before a nod was given. "Seth... Has a soulmate. Every angel does. A soul that they are connected too. Are suppose to protect. Because he is Death, Seth's soulmate was never meant to be mortal but it is... Seth... Never handled this well. It is outside of the concern of mortals but he is being punished in a way. He is not permitted to see his soulmate, but for the time of his soulmate's birth and death. Souls may return to this world if they so choose and they lived a good life. If they have done their penance... Seth's soulmate returns as much as it can, for the hope of seeing Seth for those few moments. But when Seth fell... He can no longer guide his soulmate. Did not even remember his soulmate but... I would not take this from them. He has precious few moments as his soulmate leaves this world." Death explained, gaining a horrified look from Sheriff and Doc.

"There is someone that cares about him, unconditionally, and you won't let him see that person unless they're dying?" Sheriff questioned, gaining a soft chuckle from Death.

"I am afraid that you can not understand Sheriff. But yes. That is how it must be. Once every... Few decades or so, he is permitted a few moments."

Death lifted his hood again, and turned away from them, signaling the end of the conversation. Doc gave out an annoyed huff, but there was little they could do.

An hour slowly crawled by before Seth silently made his way out of the house, his expression one of pure agony as he stepped into the yard, eyes closing with a shutter. "Seth, are you alright?" Sheriff questioned quickly. Seth glanced up to the Sheriff and shook his grill, the car for a moment looking as if he wanted to just... Break....

Sheriff was quick to step forward and surprisingly... Seth came forward as well, burrowing his grill against the police car's side as if he would have any other time when upset... The difference was that he didn't have his memories then... But he did now... "She was so frail..." Seth muttered softly. It was... Strange and out of place. This was Seth... The Angel of Death... Not Seth his son, but he seemed so broken, still as Sheriff nuzzled against him, comfortingly, trying to simply understand. "She was human this time..." He muttered, gaining a startled look from Sheriff. "Elizabeth? The old human, woman?" He questioned, a glance given towards Blaire's cabin as Seth nodded. "She was right here... She was right here and I didn't even know." The Mustang muttered, his voice sounding, so wrecked... So frail and small...

"You couldn't have known, son." Sheriff offered softly, though that... Seemed to be the wrong thing to say as Seth entirely broke. The strong, Angel of Death, reminded so clearly of his mortality and impending loss of memory gave out a heart-wrenching sound of agony as Death stepped closer.

"I am sorry Seth." Death offered slowly, the reaction from Seth nearly instant.

"No!" The Mustang yelped, as he jumped back. Away from Sheriff. Away from Death... His, bright, amber eyes filled with the pain he felt. "You can't do this. Don't do this, take everything else, take the council and judgement and years of hunting rogue spirts but don't take this. Don't take her. Please... Grandfather, don't take this away from me." The Mustang pleaded.

Death stopped, for a long moment seeming to hesitate... Just a hair's breath from touching the Mustang and taking everything away once more. "Seth... You will feel better once this painful memory is gone."

"No!" Seth insisted again, pulling back and away. "It's painful, it hurts, it's... It's like someone is tearing my engine out and showing it to me. It's... It hurts. But it's the one thing... The only thing, that I know is real. That's mine. This pain hurts but it's real and it's my own experience. Not... Seth, the Angel of Death, or Deputy Seth, Sheriff Carson's son... It's mine."

Death paused for a moment, seeming to consider that. Seth, seeing perhaps a break in the otherwise stoic, celestial being plowed forward. "Please... You've given me... Two lives. I never felt a thing as Death and now... This life is raw and bare and it's bright and too sharp and none of it is real. These emotions that I have... I don't know what's real and what you've put in me. I don't know... If any of it is real. If I was still remembered as Death, would any of these people give a damn about what happened to me?" The Mustang questioned, causing Sheriff to give a pained flinch.

"But this is real. She cared. Even if she's never met me in this life, the moment she saw me it was honest and open because we knew each other. She was the only truth that I've ever known. Please... This one memory, don't take this from me..."

Death gave a long and thoughtful hum to that, the being bringing one hand up to his chin and for a moment seemed to consider the request. Seth never broke eye contact, those amber eyes pleading as he watched Death, the Mustang trembling where he stood and for a moment it was almost frightening... This Mustang, this Angel of Death. With all of his memories... Laid bare. Every emotion, raw and exposed.

"Very well." Death offered slowly. Sheriff let out the breath he had been holding, glancing over to Seth, though to his surprise, the Mustang looked no less tense.

"There is a condition." Ah well no wonder he was tense... Of course there were conditions.

"If you are to keep this one memory, you must prove yourself to be... Still angelic enough to uphold this bond, this memory... You must be cleansed..."

Oh that didn't sound good. Sheriff shot Seth a questioning look, though Seth only gave a hard swallow and nodded. "I'll do it." He answered quickly, though Death brought a hand up, waving it in a gesture that paused him for a moment.

"Not so fast, Seth. Your memories are... Fragmented. I need to know, that you understand what is about to happen. So..." Death paused, turning to where Sheriff and Doc stood, a nod given towards the pair. "Tell your friends... What is about to happen to you. So that I know... That you know... And understand, what will happen. Let them be privy to this. Let them... Talk you out of it, if they can because I can promise you Seth... This will not be easy."

Seth nodded, for a moment, eyes closing as if collecting himself a bit. Building up, whatever he needed to be able to actually do this... He glanced over to Sheriff and Doc, a pained smile given before he nodded slowly. "I must prove myself to be angelic. Which means understanding the pains of the world. So, during the cleansing process I will be showed... The pains of the world."

He offered softly, gaining a confused look from Sheriff and Doc. "The pains of the world?" Doc, questioned slowly, gaining another nod from Seth.

"The pains..." Seth paused, for a moment, glancing to Death before he went on. "There is nothing that a man, woman or child might be go through in this world... That they will not have me experience. I will understand and experience... Torture... Death.... Rape... Hunger... Starvation... Pain.... All of it. Time doesn't pass the same, over there as it does here. I will be gone for three days here. But there... It will take as long as it needs to take. It could be days. It could be weeks. It could be decades. If my body fails, they will revive me and start again. If my sanity breaks, they will continue to push forward until there is nothing left. If I survive... I will be considered, cleansed."

Doc and Sheriff were silent for a long moment, before Doc finally broke it, a shake of his grill given. "Can you even survive that?" He questioned slowly.

Seth gave a sad smile and shook his head. "No... I'll die many times. They will not let me cross over during a cleansing though. I will return after three days... I'm not sure how much of me will return but I will return." He offered softly, a glance then given to Death.

"This is my choice. I still want to do this." The Mustang insisted. Sheriff opened his mouth to protest, but Seth was quick to cut him off with a sharp look. "This is my choice. For once, I am going to make a choice that will effect my own life. This is my choice and I'm fighting to keep this." He stated firmly.

Death studied Seth for a few long moments, before a slow nod was given. "Very well Seth." He offered, a glance given to Doc and Sheriff. "I will return him to you in three days time." The ancient being informed them, one hand brought up and would snap his fingers. And with that simple gesture... Death and Seth... We're both gone.

"Dear... God..." Sheriff muttered softly, barely noticing as Doc laid a tire against his side in a comforting gesture.

"Seth is strong." Doc reminded Sheriff, gaining a slow nod from the patrol car. "I know but... God, what are they going to do to him?"

Doc gave a pained look, silently glancing up to the night sky and giving out a deep sigh. "From the sounds of it? Everything..."

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hobidreams · 3 years

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august 1867.

memories surface when you need them most.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader words: 1k story note: look at the date! this drabble takes place after Beom-su and her father were banished from the palace.

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 43. start from the beginning?

“Would you really have let him go?”

Across the small table in the middle of the pavilion, Queen Jeonghui tips the pot with her right hand, pouring steaming tea into your cup as if her question is a perfectly natural one to be asking an uinyeo about her own son, the king of the country.

“Um.” You take the cup in both hands, pressing your palms against the warming ceramic even though the day is sweltering. You should probably feign some ignorance as to what she’s implying. Yes, that’d be the sane thing to do. But no excuse comes to your mind and the queen continues to smile at you, expectantly.

“Go on, dear.” Though her tone is kind, you know it invites no argument.

You grip the cup tighter. “Well… I… I would have no other choice but to do so. I’m aware of this. I’ve always been aware of this. Letting go is not something for me to decide. If Beom-su and jeonha had married…” You shake your head. “I would have been happy for him.” Perhaps if you say it enough times it will become reality.

“Really?” Queen Jeonghui’s smile remains unchanged. “Is that the truth?”

It must be, you think, though you cannot bring yourself to vocalize it. Anything you might say has no greater chance of convincing the perceptive queen. She has always known you almost as well as your own mother. And you’ve grown closer in these past years, as she never forgets to extend these invitations for tea whenever she is able.

Queen Jeonghui takes a long sip from her cup. The epitome of elegance, she dabs at the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief after. “My dear. As I’m sure you have experienced for yourself, life is hard for us women. Whether it is within the palace walls or outside of them.”

You nod.

“Why, then, must we make it even harder on ourselves?” Her clever eyes flicker with rays of sunlight.

You stare into your tea, the surface still rippling from the wind. “I don’t understand.”

“The world is not so kind as to hand us our desires. If you want something, you must obtain it yourself. You must reach out and grab hold of it, no matter what obstacles you may face.”

You want to frown, but manage to keep your face neutral. Isn’t that simple for her to say? She, who was born into a yangban family. She who has always been so beautiful and so strong? All those years ago, when she lost her left arm, she made no complaints. Even now, she insists on attending the daily meetings even though she is left utterly exhausted by them by the end. The soothing medicinal drafts you mix for her help the pain, but not by much.

You could never hope to achieve even a fraction of her strength. You bite down on your lip.

“If you doubt me, I will remind you that I’ve seen the fruits of your hard work already.” The queen smooths the handkerchief out on the table. “The physicians in the palace acknowledge your skills, though they loathe to admit it. Haven’t they asked you the occasional question, when they find themselves clueless?”

“Sometimes. Rarely.”

“But it still occurs. You know, your mother was the same way. She refused to let them slander her work. And in the end, she was the one who helped me deliver my precious son safely into this world.”

Every word the queen says is suffused with a bittersweet fondness that sinks into your own heart as you think of Mother, remembering her constant warmth by your side. You miss her more often these days when you are lost, uncertain of your own actions but forced to push forward all the same. Sacrificing everything of yourself if it means you can remain in the king’s proximity. She’d not approve of such things, you think.

But is the queen implying that there is another option, when you can see none?

You exhale a long breath.

“But what if what I want is too much?”

She shakes her head, her golden earring jangling softly with the movement. “In the end, we are all human. And we are all deserving of the same things. Friendship. Kindness. Love.” She tucks her hand under her chin. “If you never try, there is never the possibility you might succeed.”

You swallow those words, still uncertain if you can believe in them. Even though they come from the queen herself, you are afraid to let yourself go down that path, knowing you can never return if you do. If you give in to these feelings…

You reach for a sweet, stuffing it into your mouth. But it’s chewed and gone too soon and you blurt out before you can stop yourself, “How did you know? Um, that is, about my…”

The queen laughs, a hearty sound that brings heat to your cheeks. “My dear, there was never any hiding of your true feelings. The eyes reveal everything. And there is no mistaking the affection in yours. I had the same glow, once.” She casts her gaze out across the pond, at where the late king used to live. You think can see it now—that melting softness that you think you’ve caught from Yoongi before. “It was not always easy to be by my husband’s side. But I have never regretted it.”

The thought makes you smile, even as fears fester in your mind. You want to trust her. You wish you could. But even as you try to hold them still, your fingers tremble restlessly on your cup as the summer wind sweeps a scattering of fallen petals into rippling water.

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noteguk · 3 years

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sweet | jjk | m

— summary; in which Jungkook just wants to be good for you.

— contents and warnings; smut, pwp, established relationship, sub!jungkook x dom!reader, begging, crying :), good boy kink, handjob, blowjob, orgasm control & denial, cum eating

— words; 1.3k

— author’s note; this is just a quick drabble for a mental image that has been plaguing me for some time so I’m gonna share it with all of you. Enjoy.

After much thought, you had long come to the inevitable conclusion that you might have the best boyfriend in the world.

Jungkook was the sweetest man you had ever met, the nicest and most polite little thing that had ever crossed your way. Even if he was far from perfect — after all, everyone had their flaws — his good side was almost blinding, making you quickly forget about his bad habits and annoying ticks.

He was so good, so obedient, that he didn’t rebel against your commands, even when you brought him down from the most unsatisfying edging of his life. You watched as his large hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, his hips bucking up in a failed attempt to find any sort of friction. His cock was beautifully hard, engorged and red, bouncing against his abdomen as he whined and fumbled around, frustrated out of his mind.

“P-please,” Jungkook stammered, his voice breathy and high-pitched. You were kneeling between his legs, watching the droplets of sweat that had started to accumulate on his chest, sparkling on his sweet golden skin like small diamonds. “Please, I can’t take it anymore, please—“

A hiccup interrupted his plea when your hand wrapped around his length, squeezing it tightly. Jungkook cried out at the feeling, hips bucking up against your palm pitifully. He was such a breathtaking mess: cheeks blushed and lips parted, the soft flesh swollen from the harsh kisses you had given him and also from the friction of his teeth against it. You wished you could keep that image forever ingrained in your memory.

“Please, pleeeease,” he tried again, moaning when your thumb started playing with his slit, spreading his precum all over himself. Jungkook had been edged so many times that he was absolutely soaked by his own wetness, his chest rising and falling quickly; ears ringing with a sense of numb anticipation. “Please, __, let me cum, I need to cum, please.”

You pouted, stopping your movements all together. His heavy cock fell back down, making Jungkook wince with the sudden hit against his skin. “What did I say, baby?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “You cum when I decide that you can. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” Jungkook whined, fighting back the tears that started to grow on the corners of his shining eyes. God, he was the sweetest boy in the world. “I wanna be good for you, I just can’t- I can’t take it anymore.”

“Why are you talking back, baby?” You asked, trailing the palm of your hand over his defined abs. Jungkook’s gym addiction was a blessing, and you knew he could turn you over and fuck you mercilessly if he decided to do so. But he was being obedient, holding himself back just like you had told him to. “I thought you were my good boy, and you can’t even do what I ask?”

Jungkook sobbed at that, head thrown back against the pillow and cock throbbing pathetically on his pelvis. You wondered if he could cum like that, just with the eagerness that was flooding his veins. “I’m- I’m your good boy, yes,” he moaned out, desperate. “I’m so good for you, please. Please, let me cum.”

You melted at his frenzied words, almost feeling the hunger which lived inside him, surging his hips upwards. Jungkook was the best boy, and you could not say anything against that. He had refrained from touching himself like you asked him to; he had not complained for the first few times you had denied him of his release; done everything you asked and now you were tilting him over his limits. You didn’t want to push him too far, even if he hadn’t used the safe word, because he was the most precious little thing you had ever seen, and the last thing you wanted was to have him upset with you.

“You are, baby… you’re so good for me,” you eased in, watching as Jungkook struggled for air. Your hand trailed back down to touch his member, and the simple contact made Jungkook mewl out your name, thighs parting so you could move a bit closer. “And good boys like you deserve presents, no?”

“Y-yes,” it was getting hard to speak when you started to pump his cock slowly, feeling it twitch between your fingers. Jungkook was absurdly close to his release, eyes glazed over and covered by a thin veil of tears. The pretty sounds he was making were traveling straight to your core, growing into a pool of wetness between your thighs. He was so, so sweet. You couldn’t even grasp how lucky you were. “Feels so good… A-are you going to let me cum?” He tried again.

“Yes, baby,” you told him, and the sentence was enough to make the boy cry out in relief, hands digging into the mattress. The tears had already marked down his flushed cheeks, his nose now painted in the softest shade of pink. Jungkook always looked so beautiful when he cried, it was almost unfair. “Where does my good boy want to cum?”

“A-anywhere?” He struggled to say.

“Anywhere,” you agreed, squeezing his tip in a way that had him sobbing out a curse. “My good boy can cum wherever he wants. You deserve it.”

And Jungkook almost came at your words alone, his mind a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts and frantic needs. He couldn’t even believe that you would actually let him cum after so long, and the newfound wave of pleasure was so overwhelming that he thought he might faint if you didn’t end his suffering soon enough.

“Y-Your mouth, please, please,” he moaned, chest heaving with his prolonged euphoria. Jungkook could feel his release building up in his spine, tugging on his balls and making his cock throb in your grasp. He couldn’t tell if he was in heaven or in hell. “It’s too much… N-now, p-please—“

No need to ask you twice. You leaned over and wrapped your lips around his crown, licking around his sensitive tip until Jungkook was whining and sobbing for more, his thighs shaking on either side of your body. You did as he requested, done with all the torturing, and shoved all of him inside your mouth in one swift motion. Jungkook was calling your name repeatedly, interrupting them with curses and praises, his hazed eyes glued to the movement of your head, mouth sinking up and down on his cock until he was almost hitting the back of your throat.

“Oh-oh my g-god! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” He moaned, his voice was a pitiful cry for more. Jungkook felt like his entire body was burning up, heart hammering against his ribs as his mind became completely blank. “Please, please, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum, ple— fuck!”

Jungkook spilled inside your mouth with a loud , high-pitched moan of relief, intoxicated by the feeling of your throat tightening around him, sucking him through his high. You heard him whimpering as you swallowed around him, licking his cock clean and drinking every drop of cum he had given you so eagerly. Like the sweet boy that he was, he fought against his sensitivity and waited until you were done, shivering and cursing under your touches.

At last, you raised yourself from between his legs and moved closer to him, watching as that heavenly fucked-out look of his only deepened with your approach. Sometimes you thought that you didn’t even deserve someone like that, he was too cute.

“Thank you.” Jungkook breathed out, wrapping one arm around your waist. “Was I good?”

You smiled and placed a soft kiss against his lips. “The best, baby.”

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mimisempai · 2 years

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You’re the one who is healing me

Summary:

Mobius would like to be able to erase all of Loki's scars, especially the one we can't see, the one on his heart.Prompt, "If I could I would kiss all your scars away."

Notes:

It's so beautiful when they are healing together.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38171182

Rating G - 300 words

Mobius ran his hand along Loki's bare chest. Reaching his shoulder, he followed a small scar with his finger.

"What about this one?"

Loki answered softly, "I think it was a spear in a fight, but I don't remember."

Mobius followed another, there were quite a few, Loki was indeed a god, but some fights had left marks.

He continued his way on Loki's body, asking him each time the origin of the scar that his fingers or his eyes met. Loki willingly went along with it. Of course, some scars had difficult histories, but talking to Mobius helped him to exorcize the painful memories. Because Mobius understood.

Mobius kissed each scar and once he had mapped Loki's entire body he said softly, "If I could I would kiss all your scars away."

Loki kissed his hair and replied, "That's a nice thought, but I also like to have them as a reminder of mistakes I don't want to repeat."

Mobius nodded and put his hand over Loki's heart, "But there is one scar that is not seen, that I would really like to kiss away, that is the one you have here. Your deepest scar." Mobius pointed gently to his heart.

Loki's throat tightened, because yes, his heart that had been wounded by betrayals, lies, prejudices, still hurt sometimes,like an old scar that one forgets but which recalls itself from time to time. He looked at Mobius and, smiling gently, he said, "Mobius, love, this scar is nothing, because you have healed the wound. You are the person who saw that this heart was wounded and healed it so that it could love again."

Mobius placed a lingering kiss on Loki's heart and said softly, "This precious heart, I will take care of it for all time, always."

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Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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Hiya. Could you write something with #7 and #13 from the smut prompts with Tony Stark, please? Thank you!

Dirty talk

Smut Drabbles Masterlist

Pairing: Tony x Reader

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It was after hours and your boyfriend was nowhere near done with his tinkering in his precious lab which meant you were bored waiting for him to join you in bed.

You figured there wasn’t any harm in a little self-love before turning in for the night so you got comfortable, turned the lights out and began playing with your breasts. Your eyes closed as you lowered your right hand along your stomach before reaching under your shorts. Sighing, you sunk a little further into bed, fingers circling your clit lazily.

Your breath got shallower as you picked up the speed of your hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to climax before the bedroom door swung open revealing a Tony shaped silhouette.

“Having fun all on your own?” Tony quietly closed the door behind him before approaching you taking unhurried steps as you retracted your hand from your shorts.

You were so close.

“Yeah well you weren’t here so bite me.” Your voice came out more irritable than you’d intended.

Even in the dark, you could make out his signature smirk as he got under the mattress after peeling his shirt off.

“Someone’s worked up.”

He grabbed your wrist and took your fingers in his mouth, tasting your arousal on them, licking them clean that made your cheeks turn warm. You thought he’d be mad but he sent a wink your way before helping you out of your clothes and climbing on top of you.

“Well I’m here now, my tongue or my cock, what would you prefer tonight?” Tony asked softly, caressing your face with the back of his hand, his eyes swimming with delight and lust.

“Your tongue Mr Stark.” You whispered with a mischievous grin as Tony pecked your lips once before disappearing under the sheets.

He wasted no time in licking a fat strip along your folds making you gasp as he held your legs open, the soft hairs of his beard tickling and burning your sensitive skin. As your hands pulled his face closer to your pussy, he hummed in approval before swirling his tongue over your clit.

“My needy girl, so wet…so sexy.” He mumbled against your skin making you moan loudly at his words as your body squirmed, your climax nearing yet again and you felt your insides tighten.

Tony’s fingers rubbed your folds as he bit the inside of your thigh, stopping right over your opening.

“You want my fingers?”

He halted all contact when you didn’t answer, repeating the question.

“Come on I need your words sweetheart.”

“Yes! God yes please!” you whined, hips lifting off the bed seeking him, cursing out loud when you heard him chuckle. He crawled up your body however his fingers still ghosted over your dripping pussy before his face levelled with yours, hovering inches away.

Watching your face contort in pleasure his erection tented in his pants as he plunged two fingers inside your wet core, the squelching sound making you hide your face in his shoulder.

“Aww look who’s suddenly shy. I love how needy you get, there’s no need to be ashamed. I think it’s hot.” Tony placed soft kisses in your hair as he reassured you, fingers massaging your walls as his thumb grazed over your clit.

“Please make me cum.”

“There’s my girl.”

He began fingering you faster, twisting them inside hitting the spot that had you screaming and clenching your walls around him as you came. You shook your head as he noisily licked his fingers after pulling them out, the dirty bastard.

“Good night Tony.” You turned your back without putting your clothes back on, knowing you’d get a reaction from the man.

“Hey what about me!”

#tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #marvel smut drabble #marvel fanfiction #iron man x reader #iron man smut #iron man x you

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crazyfreckledginger · 4 years

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Ikemen Vampire x Reader - “Residents In Modern Times”

Requested by anon: “Hello glorious author-chan! I have a request for you. I have a fun little imagine for you. Can you make an Ikemen Vampire imagine of what their reactions would be like in modern times?”

A/N: I honestly don’t know what this is, like it ended up as the child of a drabble and a headcanon.

Warning: implied smut and nudity (come on Arthur is here)

Napoleon Bonaparte:

He’d be shocked and in awe at the same time.

Wanting to know EVERYTHING about how people live in the 21st century.

Is it a better, easier life? Is everyone treated equally and safe?

He’s astonished by the night lights as well, so bright and beautiful.

It’s absolutely unforgettable and he stays up at night a little longer to watch the busy city below, drinking the beautiful view until he falls asleep.

Also more content with the clothing fashion.

Yes it’s very unusual to him since he’s not used to it but clothes used to be so uncomfortable, especially for women.

Though he really didn’t feel comfortable with such revealing clothes.

He’s very cute about it around you though, hiding in your neck with flushed, embarrassed cheeks.

Leonardo Da Vinci:

Doesn’t show his amazement as much except through his tone of voice.

Wants to know how a phone works.

Surprisingly -- or unsurprisingly -- not having to explain it regularly, he picks up on it very quickly.

He’s very impressed.

Your days were divided into visiting shops, showing him technologies, public transport, probably every single thing about the city and cuddling in bed and showing him how the TV works because “the mattress is so comfortable”.

Even though you know how comfortable a surface is, never stopped him from falling asleep.

He really likes it in the modern day.

I think he would be one of the residents that would fit in rather quickly and easily.

Comte De Saint Germain:

It’s not that much of a shocker for him for obvious reasons but because you’d spent your life in modern day, he got to see your view and had a much positive outlook on it.

Not that it was negative to begin with, he just didn’t pay as much attention to it before and now that he has, it’s eye opening, in a way.

He loved the sparkle in your eyes as you rejoiced in the things you used to know before you travelled back in time.

It was a sight for sore eyes.

He enjoyed visiting with you, even though he spent more time seeing the twinkle in your eyes than being happy over the smaller things.

Comte is much more open about PDA for obvious reasons and he feels the modern day is something the both of you share as a precious memory now.

Arthur Conan Doyle:

His demeanour is one of someone who’s seen everything already but the huge smile and eyes just showed that he was a little boy excited about discovering everything.

Arthur dragged you around to tell him how things work if he couldn’t pick up on by himself.

You went to a mall and Victoria’s Secret caught his eye so fast it was S C A R Y.

“Try this sweetheart, and this and this-”

Yes, despite all your protests, you spent the whole day in the store trying on clothes for him.

He enjoyed it very much.

Arthur promised he would discover something new with you that didn’t involved being naked.

How nice of him *chokes*

It was a tiring day for you since you did all the standing, changing and displaying for him.

But the night provided to be very rewarding hehe

If you know what I mean

;)

You know what I mean, why am I saying this.

Theodorus Van Gogh:

He has a similar behaviour to Arthur at first, indifferent behaviour but very curious eyes.

You can tell he doesn’t want to ask questions but wants the answers.

So you just start talking and explaining things.

He’s a little flushed because he would have told you to stop talking by now but he doesn’t since you’re informing him on everything.

Theo would keep visiting until you got tired and wouldn't hesitate to carry you back to your place and cuddle up on the couch.

Showing him how the TV works but he prefers sleeping in your bed because it’s so comfy and he can hug you.

Vincent Van Gogh:

“WOW!” *sparkly eyes*

Asks you about EVERYTHING

Holds your hand the whole time.

Also he apologises for always inquiring about everything.

Reassuring him that it’s alright.

Proceeds to go back to questioning everything.

Politely asks if you guys can go to an exhibition the next day to see paintings and saying yes.

Very gladly cuddling in your neck and saying how amazing everything is.

He’s too cute T-T

Vincent was smiling in his sleep because he got to discover so many new things with you and he couldn’t express how content he was.

Your heart is constantly melting as he acts like an overjoyed puppy.

He’s forever thankful to you and this will always be engraved in his memory.

Amadeus Mozart:

The pianist can’t physically hide his amazement.

“Can we go to an instrument store?”

Holds your hand tightly and keeps you close like he’s protecting you.

When in fact it should be the other way around given that you have lived your entire life in the modern day.

But you already knew that 🤦‍♀️

His eyes light up more than they already did when you enter an empty store and there are three or four pianos.

Mozart let his fingers caress the smooth surface, taking in all the details of the instruments.

He’s relieved that they didn’t change as significantly as everything else in the world.

Lowkey wants to buy all the pianos because he wants to try them.

A very confused boy at attire.

And blushing at how more ‘revealing’ they are.

He could get used to this.

Jean D’Arc:

He would be in silent shock, staying close to you and looking around in amazement.

Jean would be pretty shy about asking too many questions, not wanting to bother you.

Reassuring him that it was fine, similar to Vincent.

Jean was somehow more considerate about it, not wanting to bother you with his inquiries.

Whispering questions and trying so hard to try and make sense of things himself, sometimes it works, kind of!!

Like Napoleon, he’s relieved the world is happier and fairer.

It was a huge shock for him at first, everything was different, but he was fortunate enough to be with you.

Now he reminisces of the experience as a magical moment that will forever be engraved in his memory.

Isaac Newton:

Absolutely astonished.

He has so many questions but he didn’t know where to start.

Similar to Jean, he was a little shy about asking questions and trying to solve things on his own.

Being surprised at how complex things turn out to be.

Isaac has mixed emotions about knowing that the foundation of physics are his three famous laws.

Because the world seemed overwhelmingly unknown and huge, he nearly clung onto you.

You locked your arm with his, seeing his unease but also not wanting to trouble you.

He felt better instantly and silently thanked you, blushing in embarrassment.

The first thing you taught him was what a phone was and about the kindergarden/school system.

You reminisce about how he went along into town with Napoleon to attempt to teach children.

It wasn’t a particular detail he would have inquired about but he feels strangely relieved about it.

He was touched by the small details you remember about him and he keeps it in mind.

It was an unforgettable experience for him to have with you.

But something he does not want to let go is the bed, it’s shockingly comfortable for him.

Osamu Dazai:

“Wow, are you seeing this (Not Y/N)-chan?”

“That’s not my name-”

“What is this?”

No shame about asking whatsoever.

“Miraculous!”

A lot of him grinning and praising everything and anything, including you.

“You’re delightful (Y/N)-chan, such an interesting answer!”

“D-did you just call me by my nam-”

“Are you coming (Not Y/N)-chan?”

“Nevermind,” you grumble, pouting as you follow behind him.

He chuckled, finding you so cute before cupping your cheeks and openly kissing you in public.

Dazai finds even more amusement with how flushed you are for a while as you clung onto his arm, answering questions with a breathy tone.

Despite his second degree humour throughout everything, he’s actually thoroughly enjoyed spending time doing this with you and becoming a treasured memory.

William Shakespeare:

He was actually rendered speechless for a long while.

Which was unusual for him obviously.

But it was a little disconcerting for him since he always had something to say.

You couldn’t help but eye him admiring everything.

Despite his unnerving silence, the way his eyes lit up was something that you didn’t know you needed to witness.

It looked like he found something to look forward to in life. (can’t relate lol)

That thought alone made you hopeful and sad at the same time.

He was always very polite and considerate about inquiring about things.

As in, he always read the ‘room’ before asking, wanting to stay in your good graces, even though he is already in them.

Finding the bed in your place being painfully heaven-like.

If he wasn’t as invested in learning about the modern world, he would totally examine and savour the beauty that is a bed.

Without you knowing, however, he would spend a lot of time studying you as well.

It was fascinating to him, seeing you enjoying yourself in your natural habitat.

Sebastian:

I mean he lived there before so there isn’t much to say.

He does reminisce a lot though, all previous memories rushing back.

Just as if the residents were a long dream.

One thing that surprised him a little was that he enjoyed spending time with you in the modern day so much that it’s in a smal, different compartment in his brain altogether.

Basically nostalgia but also happy new memories.

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hoebii · 3 years

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Like me better

Pairing : Park Jimin x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Highschool!Au, e2l, rivals

Rating : PG13

Warning : ‘Curse’ words are mentioned (is ‘shit’ even a curse word fhgjv), OC wanting to choke Jimin and not in the kinky way, brief mention of Jimin being a playboy thot, hating on mint chocolate because it’s the worst flavour to exist you can fight me on this

Wc : 4k

A/N : Alright, this was originally supposed to be a birthday drabble but it got a little out of hand as you can see. We had a whole lot planned for this fic but it got too long oops- so we decided to cut it short and keep the ending open huhu. Happiest birthday to our precious maknae @heejinnien from @xiaokoo (who also made this AMAZING banner btw) and I. Hope you like your present baby! We love you so so so much~<3 Also this isn’t as edited as I’d like it to be but I got impatient okay don’t @ me :<

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The bustling crowd of students bumped into you repeatedly as you weaved through them to get to class. You kept a strong grip on your books so as to not drop them. People squeezed passed as you tried not to trip and fall flat on your face. You had slept through your alarms and were currently rushing to your class, cursing at yourself for this blunder in your head.

“Sorry, excuse me, oh shit!” You catch yourself as you tumbled to the ground. Your books splay across the floor as you winced at the sore feeling. Hopefully, no one would step on you or your books - you had paid good money for them!-. As for tripping over, you looked over your shoulder, glaring when you caught sight of a group of boys laughing.

“Aw is little princess hurt?~” You heard one of them call out, the others snickering in the background. You ignored them and started gathering all your books, telling yourself they weren’t worth the trouble. You were almost done picking up all the books on the ground when one was suddenly snatched from your grasp. Looking up at the culprit you see Park Jimin, the bane of your existence, holding it up.

“Are you sure you even need books?” He snickers, flicking through it. “You’re not even smart, why bother studying if it doesn’t do you any good?”

You feel your blood boil. How dare he?! You were smarter than him in every possible way. He had no right to mock you, sure he was smart but you always placed second. If there was one thing you hated, it was being second best to Park Jimin.

“You’ll just come second like always.”

That comment hit you hard. You tried to keep your cool, resisting the urge to punch him in the face. Sure, Jimin was annoying but there was no way you were going to create a scene because of it. Not again. Instead, you rolled your eyes, choosing to ignore him and walked away. There would be no reason to argue with a dumbass. Why waste your time?

Jimin watched as you walked away. He smirked to himself. Despite acting calm, he’d known you long enough to know that you were fuming inside. There were buttons he knew how to push to get the reaction he wanted and he thoroughly enjoyed provoking you.

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You stumbled into the classroom, panting from the light jog. “Damn I need to get back in shape, Jesus Christ.” you whispered to yourself.

“Miss Y/L/N, care to explain why you’re five minutes late to the class?” Your professor’s voice boomed in the small classroom. You look at him, giving him a sheepish smile as you rub your neck.

“I… got lost…?”

What was that?! You wanted to smack yourself at your own words. So much for your perfect attendance.

“You got lost?”

“Y...es…”

Your professor took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Just, just go to your seat.”

You scurried to your seat, setting down your books and sitting down. You heard snickering from beside you and you turned your head slightly towards the sound to see none other than Park Jimin laughing at you. Feeling your face flush in embarrassment, you turned towards your professor and started jotting down notes. You were not going to get riled up by Jimin during a class.

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It’s official. Life hates you. You must have been some sort of a witch in your last life who thrived by torturing others. That had to be it. Why else would you ever get partnered with Park freaking Jimin for your science project?! Apparently, the professor had said it was because you two were ‘top students that will compliment each other well’. But you’re certain it was actually because she hated you and you must have tortured her or something in your past life and this was her way of getting revenge. You’re pretty sure you came up with at least 7 ways to end Park Jimin in the time he took to move his seat closer to you for ‘discussing details about the project.’

“So you’re gonna draw the diagram and write everything,” Jimin started as soon as he sat down. He dumped his bags to one corner taking out the necessities. “I will be supervising you as I’m clearly the better one here.”

Oh how much you craved to just lean forward and wrap your fingers around his neck and choke him. How can a person be this insufferable? You could just shove a damn pen up his-

“Alright class dismissed! Remember, the deadline is on Monday next week! Have a nice weekend.” Your professor announced, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, don’t screw up the project.”

With that Jimin left you sitting there fuming at him. You let out a tired sigh and begin packing up to leave too, mind running wild. Why couldn’t Jimin just be a good person for once?

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The weekend seemed to go by in a flash, just you working on the project with Jimin, who had surprisingly been quite helpful. Just when you thought he had a heart, he had said it was ‘so you don’t ruin my grades.’ Yeah nevermind he still sucks.

What you didn’t know was Jimin being nice - well as nice as a jerk can get anyway - was because he had a bet to win. One of the boys had proposed a bet after class when he caught Jimin bickering with you yet again. The bet was simple really, ask you out and date you for a while before leaving you. Jimin had refused at first but then everyone started taunting him. Who liked getting mocked? No one. It was plain simple anyways, no one would actually get hurt, wasn’t like you liked him. So he accepted.

It wasn’t easy to catch your attention, given the fact the both of you were mortal enemies, it was near impossible. He did everything in his power so you would look at him but all tactics had somehow managed to flop. There was only one other way of actually getting you to notice him and that was annoying you. However, that would ruin the whole point of the bet.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.” Jimin chanted as he poked you on the cheek incessantly. “Y/n pay attention to meeee.” He continued to whine.

You felt your right eye twitch. Why was this dumbass bothering you?! There was no reason for him to even be five feet close to you.

“What is it Jimin?” You turn to him, a sickly sweet smile on your face. “What is so important that you’re trying to talk to me?”

Jimin grinned, his eyes turning into crescents as he poked his cheek and gave a wink. “Hi~ How are you doing?”

Is he for real right now? Did he think he was cute? You felt like throwing up. “Park what are you up to? You never act,” you started, eyes squinting in suspicion, “like whatever you’re doing right now.”

Jimin gasped and placed a hand on his chest as if in pain before exclaiming, “What?! Me? Up to something? Impossible, I’m as innocent as an angel.”

An angel? More like a devil. There was no way he was telling the truth. You’d known him long enough and not once in your life had he treated you with such...whatever that emotion was.

“Right. An angel. Okay.” You nodded.

“Do you not believe me? You can ask anyone on this campus and they would tell you how amazing I am.” He gestured his hands wildly.

You scoffed at that, of course they would, he had slept with the majority and had the remaining wrapped around his tiny fingers. Plus, no one wanted to cross Park Jimin. He ruled the campus and everyone knew it.

“Listen, just get to the point. I don’t have time for this nonsense.” You said, rolling your eyes and huffing. You had to get to your next class in about five minutes. There was no way you were going to be late because some idiot was bothering you.

“Go on a date with me.”

You choked on air at that, did you hear that right? “E-excuse me what?!”

Jimin shrugged and crossed his hands, flexing slightly, “You heard me, go on a date with me this weekend. Heard there's a new ice cream shop here, we could go there.”

“You want to take me on a date?” You look at him skeptically. Was this a test? Were you being filmed? “You’re joking.”

“No.” He fixed you with a stare. “I’m serious. One date, if you don’t enjoy that one date, I promise I won't bother you ever again.”

You stood there staring at him, alarm bells ringing in your head. This can’t be real. He’s lying. “You? Never bothering me ever again? That’s like saying you don’t sleep with everyone you meet.”

“I didn’t sleep with you.”

“That’s different!” You exclaimed, face flushing. “You hate me!”

Jimin tilted his head, his nose scrunching up. “I never said I hate you.” You open your mouth ready to retaliate. “You simply assumed I did, my actions don’t mean anything unless I say something.”

You stood speechless. There had to be one occasion where he had stated he hated you. One. You searched your brain. Sure enough there was no such memory.

Not wanting to lose to Jimin nonetheless you stomped your feet and said, “Yeah well that makes no sense! Haven’t you heard ‘actions speak louder than words’? I thought you were smart” You tsked, shaking your head as if you were disappointed.

“But I’m standing here asking you out, I’m sure that counters all the things I’ve done to you.” He gives you a sly smirk, one you’re all too familiar with. “There’s really two options Y/n. One’s yes and the other is...yes. Which one do you choose?”

If you could you would have burned him to a crisp with your glare. Unfortunately, you hadn’t been gifted with laser vision like superman. It would have been quite a gift if you had. Imagine how peaceful life would be without Park Jimin judging your every move. Then again, you would miss him. Wait what?! You shook your head to clear your mind before looking at Jimin.

“No.”

Jimin’s eyes widened as he spluttered. “W-what do you mean no?!”

“N-O. No. Don’t tell me you forgot basic english.”

Jimin clicked his tongue in annoyance, glaring at you. No one had ever turned him down. Whatever Park Jimin wants he gets. Right now he wants you.

“Why not?”

You gave him a look. “Well, it isn’t exactly a secret that you sleep with anything that has two legs. I don't even know why you’re asking me out, you never go on dates.”

“That's because you’re different.”

You scoff. “Listen Park, this isn’t some shitty rom com that you can charm your way to my heart, this is reality and I’m smart enough to realise how much of a jerk you actually are.”

Words seemed to die in Jimin’s throat. A jerk?! Sure, he annoyed you but he didn't think he deserved the title of a jerk. If it wasn’t for that stupid bet he wouldn’t even be asking you out. There was no reason why you couldn’t go on just one date with him. It wasn’t as if he was asking you to juggle swords and then swallow them. Besides, Jimin was a very attractive person and he knew it too. What’s so bad about going out with him? You should feel blessed he was even asking you out in the first place!

“Just say yes already woman. One date won’t kill you,” Jimin groaned out, throwing his head back in frustration.

“One date with you will.”

You stared at each other, no one making a single move. The silence stretched on for a moment before Jimin sighed loudly and ran a hand through this hair.

“Come on!”

“No”

“...Please?” Jimin couldn’t believe he had to beg. He never begs! The things he does for a stupid bet.

Rolling your eyes at Jimin, you sigh, “Fine. We can go there this Saturday.”

“I begged, why won’t you just accep--” Jimin started before cutting himself off, “Oh you said yes. Um, well, yeah ok.” He mumbled, trying to fix his composure. “Yeah see you there or something. Bye,” and with that he walked away, leaving you both amused and confused… and also late for class! Damn Park Jimin.

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You stood in front of the ice cream shop waiting for Jimin to show up. He was late, but then again what were you expecting anyway? You rolled your eyes as you looked around, “If he doesn’t show up in the next minute, I’m leaving.” you mumbled to yourself, checking your watch for what felt like the umpteenth time.

“Y/n!” A voice shouted from behind causing you to turn around. Jimin ran towards you, panting slightly. “Sorry, I had to run all the way here.”

“Did you forget about the date or were you just being a jerk and were late intentionally?”

His face flushed pink, avoiding your gaze. “I might have forgotten but that wasn’t completely my fault, I just lost track of time.”

“Yeah whatever.”

Jimin went to hold open the door for you but you beat him to it, opening it for yourself and slamming it in his face. He held back the urge to leave right there. A bet needed to be completed. He followed you inside trying to strike a conversation with you, trying to get just a crack of a smile.

“So Y/n, how’s your day?” Jimin asked, giving you a sweet smile that would have anyone swooning but it had no effect on you.

“It would be good if the one who asked me out on a date came on time.” You didn’t look at him, instead you were staring intently at the menu.

Jimin bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something he would regret, giving you a tight lipped smile. “I’m sure your date regrets being late.” ‘And asking you out in the first place’ Jimin thought the last part but didn’t say out loud.

“Doubt it.” You shrugged.

Jimin knew what you were doing. You were specifically trying to provoke him, there was no way that he would ask you out on a date voluntarily. You were trying to gouge out any secrets he was hiding. His job, obviously, was to try and not let you find out those secrets. There was no way you were going to cooperate if he told you about the bet.

The two of you knew each other since you were both babies, your mothers knew each other and would always coo at ‘how cute these two will look together.’ Unfortunately for them though, since you were both young the two of you had some sort of competition going on. Didn't matter if it was who was smarter, who was faster or who could fit the most grapes in their mouth, the both of you were always competing.

As you both grew older the bickering turned into bullying on his part. In truth, you actually didn't know what started this long feud, all you remembered was one day when you were five an annoying boy yanked your hair so hard that a few strands had come out. Annoying boy turned out to be Park Jimin and the two of you haven’t stopped arguing since.

“What flavour are you getting?” Jimin peered over your shoulder. He looked at you expectedly. “I’ve already chosen mine, so it’s just up to you and I’ll pay.” He holds his wallet out.

“Vanilla.” You said plainly.

“What?!”

You turn to face Jimin, frowning. “What’s wrong with vanilla?”

He makes a face. “Y/n, it’s so boring, like you no doubt.” The last part had slipped out accidentally and he regretted it as soon as it left his mouth. That was it. You were going to scream at him and he would lose the bet.

Instead, you ignored his comment fixing your gaze back onto the menu. “What do you think I should get then? I’ll give you the choice, assuming you don’t pick a disgusting flavour like mint chocolate chip, I’ll be fine.”

Sure, it was a stupid decision giving Jimin the power to pick what you were going to eat, but what could go wrong? Worst case scenario, you didn't like the flavour and he would be forced to go get a new one, which would cost him more money. It’s a win win.

“You’re giving me the freedom to pick what flavour you’re having?” Jimin asked, making sure he didn't misunderstand your statement. You simply nodded, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Yep” you replied when he stared at you for a while longer, popping the p.

Jimin smirked. “I’ll get you the best flavour to ever exist then.”

You raised an eyebrow at his statement, “Oh?”

“Yeah, mint chocolate~”

You stared at him in disgust, scowling as you said, “Dude I just said that flavour is disgusting. Made by the devil himself.”

Jimin tapped his chin, as if he had no clue about you were saying, “Did you really? Can’t recall anything like that. Hmm.”

“Park Jimin, I swear to god if you get me that flavour I will rip your eyeballs out and shove them up your ass.”

“So you wanna touch my ass now?” He grinned smugly. You felt your cheeks heat up as you spluttered, desperately searching for a comeback.

“Just- just get me whatever you’re having. Unless it’s chocolate mint, then get out of my sight right now.”

“Don't worry, I hate the flavour as much as you do. So, two birthday cakes coming right up.” You try to find ‘birthday cake’ on the menu.

“Dude, the thing looks like a unicorn just threw up on it.”

Jimin shoots you a glare. “Don’t disrespect the superior flavour bestowed upon us by the ice cream Gods.” You gape at him open-mouthed. Ice cream Gods?! The guy was insane. You were on a date with a guy who was insane. Rest in pepperoni to you.

“You’re insane,” You shake your head. “I’ll be waiting over there. Be quick.” You point to a table in the corner.

“Yes ma’am” Jimin saluted before going to order at the counter. You shake your head. You’d known Jimin of most of your life and he’d always been silly and annoying.

Some reason you knew a lot about him. You blamed it on your parents making you spend too much time with each other when you were younger. Also you needed to know every little thing about your mortal enemy, wasn’t that what mortal enemies did? You had to be prepared for anything and keep track of them at all times!

“Got your ice cream.” Jimin placed the cup in front of you as you stared at it with distaste. You’d never really had ice cream often but when you did you always went for the plain vanilla. It was simple, no need for toppings or colourful flavours. You weren’t one to take risks.

“What monstrosity did you get for me, Park?”

“Oh stop being a baby, it’s just strawberry with some syrup on it.” Jimin answered while he rolled his eyes, lips tugged up into a small smile. Eyes twinkling with adoration as he looked at you.

“I’m not eating it.”

“Oh yes you are. Here comes the airplane!” Jimin started, taking a spoonful of the ice cream and moving it towards your face as if talking to a child.

“I’m not a kid. I’m not ha-” Jimin shoves the spoon inside your mouth when you open it to retaliate, his lips lifted into a sly smile. You snatch the spoon off him while glaring at him and start feeding yourself. “Don’t patronise me, you jerk.” You grumbled.

Jimin almost cooed out loud at your pout but he barely controlled himself. Since when were you this cute? He watched as you ate.

“Is it good?”

“...yes” You reluctantly answered, still pouting.

Jimin smiled, leaning back on his chair as he pat himself on his shoulder. “Another job done well by yours truly.”

You rolled your eyes. Then you noticed that Jimin’s ice cream looked slightly different to yours. It wouldn’t hurt to ask for a bite. Would it?

“What’s on yours?” Jimin looked up, the tiny spoon still in his mouth. “What’s on your ice cream?”

“Just extra sprinkles and chocolate sauce, nothing too special.” He shrugged, continuing to devour his dessert. You stare at your cup and then at his. Something must have been possessing you because before you knew it you were leaning over and digging your spoon into his cup.

“Hey, you can’t just do that!”

“Pretty sure I just did.” You popped the spoon into your mouth, savouring the taste. “You know you really weren’t kidding when you said this was good. For once, you did something right, congrats dude.”

Jimin would have made a snarky comment but the look of pure ecstasy on your face stopped him. Even though he knew you for most of his life, there were parts you kept hidden. He knew you didn’t get out much, constantly studying was the only thing you seemed to do. A nice feeling bubbled inside of him. It was nice to know you were enjoying yourself, made him feel happy for some reason.

You giggled, shoving more of the sweet dessert into your mouth. Too busy to notice that Jimin was staring at you. When you did, you gave him a look of confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“You got a little something here.” He pointed to the left side of his face, holding in the urge to laugh at your cute expression. “No here, no.” He leaned over brushing his thumb over the corner of your lips. He stared at you, had your eyes always been so pretty? You felt yourself grow red at the close proximity between you two, not knowing what to do. Jimin leaned away, - why did your heart sink at that? - and licked his thumb. “Love this flavour.”

You avert your eyes quickly, blush getting brighter. You should not have found that as hot as you did. Get yourself together Y/N! Park Jimin, enemy number one! Nothing he does is mildly attractive. Nothing. He is the devil reincarnated!

Suddenly your phone started ringing, shattering whatever moment you two had going on. You picked up the device and checked the caller ID. Why was Jungkook calling now? You gave Jimin a sheepish look.

“Hello? I’m out. No. What? How did you- Alright alright.” Jimin watched as you spoke on your phone.

You sighed in annoyance, hanging up after a while and giving Jimin a sheepish smile, “I need to go. Jungkook somehow made the microwave catch on fire.”

Jimin raised his eyebrows in shock, looking at you as if you had grown two more heads. “What? How is that even possible?”

“Not a clue but I gotta dip. Thank you for inviting me here today. I still think you’re up to something though but whatever.” You spoke, getting up from your seat and grabbing your small messenger bag that you brought along.

Jimin stood up alongside you, the both of you walking out of the shop and stopping on the sidewalk. “Yeah… Thank you for coming here with me.”

You two stood there staring at each other, not wanting to leave just yet.

“Well then! I’ll see you on Monday. Bye Jimin,” You announced after a while, quickly pressing a small kiss on his cheek before dashing away.

Jimin stood there in shock, hands raising to touch where you kissed him. Why was his heart racing so fast and why did he feel so warm inside?

“Huh.. maybe you’re not so bad Y/L/N” Jimin spoke up to himself before he too started his walk back home, mind filled with thoughts of you.

#thebtswritersclub #bangtaninn #blackswannet #castlebangtan #pjm #bts pjm #park jimin x reader #bts park jimin #bts jimin #jimin fluff #bts fluff #highschool!au #bts fanfic

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breadoffoxy · 3 years

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Treasure

Summary: Your looking through your inventory, thinking of what your most treasured item could be, but all you can think about is your seven travel companions.

Written for the BTS Ghosite Marathon. Prompt: Themes: Types of Love

Drabble: 27/30

Pairing: n. Reader x OT7

Genre: fluff, humor, friendship

Warnings: homesickness, a kiss on the cheek, some clueless iditos

Word Count: 1,384

A/N: Thank you @yoongsgguktae for helping me brainstorm some ideas for this and some other prompts. This prompt is also inspired by Octopath traveler.

You were sorting the inventory, some of the odd trinkets and doodads ended up in your bag for quick storage, and you couldn’t get rid of the captain’s words out of your mind.

What is your most precious treasure?

There was so much treasure and you were eagerly looking forward to haggling it away at the market tomorrow, but none of it was precious, not to you anyways. Then you look at your small pile of personal items you accumulated over the tip. You smile as you take notice of some particular ones gifted to you by your travel companions.

Laid out carefully on the blanket you spread out over the sand is your journal and feathered pen. Namjoon gifted you the pen, helping you enchant it to never run out of ink. He saw you writing in your journal as you do every evening, shaking an ink well furiously, wishing for just one more drop of ink.

Namjoon wished you would use it in the lessons he forced upon you though, hoping to further your non-existent academic career. You know that is his way of caring though so you humor him. His knowledge did come handy selling some things though and he did have an excellent eye for detail, as long as it wasn’t anything involving romantic intentions.

Next you see a fragile piece of paper with a pressed flower held down by some medicine. While helping Jin look for supplies for his apothecary kit, you found this beautiful flower, one like you never saw the likes of before, growing high up on a cliff. Jin offered to get it to you, saying it was no problem, and he did, but only after a him hanging off the rocky wall and the both of you screaming. He got it though and didn’t die for it so you both counted it as a win. Knowing you didn’t want to see it wilt, Jin offered to press it for you, saying his friend back home showed him how.

The medicine was left over from a cold you got out in the frost lands. It was a mess of a storm, too many ice wolves trying to fight you for your food, and you got separated from the group. Jungkook was able to track you down somehow through it all, and Jin helped you back to health. His soup warmed your heart but his bitter medicine still makes you grimace as you recall the taste.

Thinking of Jungkook, your hand reaches up to touch the feather sticking out of your cap. The young hunter gifted it to you after your previous one got ruined. You were stricken, having gotten it from your family before leaving home. Jungkook had asked you why you were so sad while you were looking down forlornly at your hat and so you told him. He hummed and stalked off with his direwolf, not returning until later that night.

When Jungkook returned, he came back with a beautiful feather and offered it to you. He confessed he couldn’t find a feather from the same species in this area but thought you might like this one, but would understand it you didn’t want it. You take the feather and gave him a kiss on his cheek in thanks, turning his sad pout into one gaping in surprise. Why were your travel companions so clueless when it came to romance?

You can’t help but snort as you think of the clueless men. The most innocent comes to mind and you lean over, searching for the perfect little seashell he gave you. You trace the edges of the shell, and smile as the sense of home hits you. While you love traveling, there are times you do miss your little ocean town that you wished to leave so eagerly.

Taehyung picked up on your feelings easily. When a night came you were close to the coast again, he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the shore. There, you soaked your feet in the ocean and breathed in the salty air while Taehyung searched the beach. He ran over to you excitedly with a boyish grin, handing you the beautiful seashell in front of you now.

Stiffly, you rotate your shoulders, the workout Hoseok put you through earlier starting the burn. The ex-knight saw it as his duty to help train you as his traveling companion, wanting to make sure you can protect yourself. You can fight just fine, your skill with a spear and bow quite impressive, but it never hurts to be more prepared. Just, ouch, he’s trying to over prepare you, that’s for sure.

Hoseok doesn’t talk about his past much, but when you spar you can egg a little out of him. You know he values honor and protecting the innocent like any other knight, but Hoseok fully enacts on those beliefs, and you look up to him for it. As cheesy as it sounds, when you pick up your weapon, you think what would Hoseok do? It has saved you more than once or twice too.

You pick up the last gift from the blanket and unfold a beautiful fan with a snap of your wrist. When you said Hoseok didn’t talk about his past much, that’s an understatement compared to Jimin. The dancer’s sharp glare cuts as much as his deadly knives do so you quickly learned not to ask. It makes you happy though that he’s soften up around the edges some, at least to your group anyways. Plus, it’s hard to stay away from the man that can seduce nearly anyone with his grace. You’re glad he’s on your side.

The fan is decorated with beautiful petals blowing in a stylistic wind. You could sell this for a lot of money, but there’s no way you would do that. Jimin got it for you when you helped him sneak into the mansion to help fulfill part of his revenge plot. He could have gotten you any fan, but he picked one with the same petals as the flower Jin pressed for you. It’s a sign of Jimin opening up to you, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“You could sell that for a high sum, you know.”

“I know,” you snap, closing the fan. Frowning, you turn toward the voice behind you to only see no one there. “Stop showing off.”

When you turn around again, you see Yoongi crouching down over your personal belongings. A coin shines as it flips through his fingers and you pat down your pocket only to find it empty.

“Yoongi, give it back.”

“Is it stealing if I gave it to you in the first place?” Yoongi looks up with a smug grin. It only grows at your frustrated huff.

“Yes, it’s mine now.” You stretch out your hand. “Please.”

“If you insist.” He flicks the coin up in the air and you watch as it flips up into an arch and into your hand. Showoff.

Your thumb traces the foreign mark on the coin before you slide it back into your pocket. Yoongi found the coin from one of his marks’ coin bags. It was useless to him as he didn’t know anyone who took that foreign currency, so you took one of the coins before he could toss them all out, fascinated by its design and wondering how it got to this little corner of world. Yoongi snorted, calling you a kid and saying you could have it so badly if you wanted. You never took any of Yoongi’s stolen goods, except for this little coin.

“What are you thinking about so hard over there?”

For not wanting friends, he sure looked out for you a lot. Always offering help if you wanted it and stepping back when you wanted to do something on your own. He respected your boundaries and talents and you did the same despite not agreeing with each other all the time.

“Just thinking about my most precious treasure.” All these items you hold close to you, but even more so are the memories that surround them and your friends. The eclectic group of people you travel with and this journey you are on is what you love the most in the world.

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mondayrobot · 3 years

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Year-End Fanfiction List (T)

This year has opened me to so many fan-fictions. Here are the list of EM fan-fictions that I thoroughly enjoyed reading this year.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

almost lost you ( jazziisms )

her eyes remained downcast, chewing down on her bottom lip as he continued to rant, hearing him pace back and forth in front of her with heavy footsteps and frantic breathing. her injuries weren’t that terrible. she’s been through worse. much worse. but for whatever reason, she must have looked pretty, well…shitty to him. she didn’t see what he saw. she didn’t see what she must have looked like through his fierce teal eyes.

Chances (miikasaa)

Five times Eren Jaeger has the chance to say "I love you," and the one time he finally gets it right.

Cold (ampalayeah) @unironicallyasianwrites

Annoyed (because if she's going to wake her up to sleep with him she might as well make it worth his time), he pulls her down to him gently, and drapes both blankets over their figures. She gasps under his hold. "It's cold, don't be stupid," he says, ignoring how warm his own ears were feeling. It felt right, like a puzzle piece that he had been missing all along.

or, when she can't sleep, Mikasa turns to Eren for help.

dusky gazes ( artsycat )

Sometimes, Mikasa doesn’t want to think.

efflorescence ( kyouko )

Mikasa wonders when he's started noticing the flecks of blue in Eren's eyes, the little scar that runs from her wrist to the space between her thumb and forefinger, the curve of her lips and the tiny dimple on her right cheek when she smiles, the nape of her neck that remains tantalizingly bare when she brushes her hair to the side.

Everything Has Changed (alsoalsowik) @baenakinskywalker

It was his eyes.

Yes, it was his deep green eyes that made Mikasa double-take and almost elbow Sasha in the stomach.

"Oi, Mika! Watch where you're going!"

"S-sorry, Sasha," Mikasa mumbled in response, her thoughts still on the green eyed boy she'd just encountered. Even though she knew that there was no way she'd ever seen the guy before, something about him was just so... familiar.

evocation ( mikasuhdude ) @mikasuhdude

A collection of drabbles that will follow Eren and Mikasa through various AUs.

For A Thousand More ( Lyssala ) @lyssala

It doesn't matter how, it doesn't matter when, it doesn't matter what way, what world, what universe soul mates will always find each other.

For Only You Can Hear Me ( miikasaa )

In the quiet mornings, he can feel her presence at his side. It's a precious moment he wishes to live in forever.

Gaps (FenroarGreyfront) @fengreyfront

The Rumbling's rapid approach prompts Eren and Mikasa to reflect on their relationship. In turn, memories of quiet, private moments bubble to the surface as they struggle to make sense of their feelings for one another.

gift of tongues ( HuaFeiHua ) @hua-fei-hua

remembering nothing of her past life, mikasa finds herself trapped in a tiny cabin with a strange boy. it's a tough thing to adjust to, but they manage.

High School Years ( liquorisce ) @liquorisce

A glimpse of Eren and Mikasa (and of course, the blonde bae) through their high school years, fumbling around each other.

I Know ( someonestolemyshoes )

He pushes away from her and paces the room, eyes burning and bright and furious. She watches him, blinking rapidly to clear her vision, and folds her arms over her chest. She feels suddenly very bare without her gear.

He stops then, abrupt, and twists to face her.

And then he’s grabbing her again, this time with one hand fisted in the back of her hair and the other clamped around her bruised waist.

And he’s kissing her.

I Miss You, Moron ( spoilerarlert ) @spoilerarlert

In the windy city of Chicago, Annie finds herself drawn to Eren Jaeger, her medical school classmate whose electric demeanor fascinates her. On the other side of the globe, Mikasa, a talented war correspondent, dodges gunfire every day in the shattered country of Syria. She returns home to discover that the boy she loves has moved on in the months that she was away.

In the Quiet Morning (ackermansheart) @ackermansheart

It was a squeaking — soft, sweet— and she could feel the aching in her chest at the absence. “Eren?” She calls out, perhaps too lightly because by the time her eyes find him, he’s there, across the room—fast asleep. She almost misses the bundle of squirming blankets piled atop his chest.

lantern lights ( kyouko )

And they weren't two strangers in a crowd holding on to intimacy but they were, they were best friends and lovers and two very lonely soldiers. They were two little lantern-light souls connected by red; little lights that found their way in the darkness again, and she knew more about him in that moment than she did in a hundred lifetimes.

looking away ( artsycat )

There are three things Eren will never give up on: sunsets, the ocean and Mikasa.

More Than Enough (miikasaa)

Mikasa never understood why she should even try to beat her cancer, why any of the other patients should either. That all changed once Eren joined their hospital with an incredible fighting attitude and a knack for making people feel better.

no delicacy sweeter than you ( artsycat )

she reminds him of what could have been

Once Upon a Dream ( Lyssala ) @lyssala

A collection of tumblr requests for crossovers featuring Eren and Mikasa.

pizza and rainy days ( artsycat )

Mikasa has had a bad day, and Eren most likely has a foot fetish. It’s not what you think.

Rise ( Omgpeachsnapple )

This two day seperation had been harder than most.

Rising Sun ( orphan_account )

Their last night in the bustling city.

Runner (galvanator)

Being alone has always been a way of life for Mikasa. But when her best friend Armin, gets a new roommate, it changes everything, especially how Mikasa see the world.

Sadness Will Be Far Away (orphan_account)

With no way for him to figure it out by himself, it was up to her to pick up the pieces and patch him back together.

seeing you, seeing me (sionnacha)

“what am i to you?”

eren asks suddenly, bringing up their relationship out of the blue and an array of answers buzz in mikasa’s head. they’re standing not far from the refugee site, lingering, and eren is there, crying.

she isn't sure how to respond; she can feel her cheeks burn, can feel how heart begins to thrum in her chest. he waits patiently for an answer; eyes wet and weary, filled with so much sorrow that she’ll never be able to understand—his golden orbs desperately searching her face.

something stirs in her gut, and she finds herself afraid to say it aloud, to say what she truly wants. instead, she reaches for a word that is of comfort to her, that is familiar to both of them, because all the other things she wants to say are just out of reach.

“you’re family.”

Seven Days ( dialectus ) @dialectus

They were the seven most important days of their lives.

Sleepless (Kookimunjoo)

She wonders at that, the word family. How does he see her? She has subconsciously known since she met him that she would grow to love him unconditionally. And since then has come to understand that what she feels is more than a platonic bond. How can she only feel like a sister to him?

So Wendy’s or? (bbyunie) @moonguks

‘ all i’m saying is we both got $2, if we put it together we can get a 4 for 4 from wendy’s and split it. ‘

Submission (ampalayeah) @unironicallyasianwrites

"You woke me up to spar?" It definitely was not because he craved the proximity that he had been missing for the last day and a half. Nope. Eren Jeager absolutely did not want Mikasa to trap him in another compromising position that had him questioning everything he's ever believed about her and their relationship. But, you know, if it happens then it happens.

or, Eren is frustrated by both Mikasa's strength over him and the scandalous thoughts that harass his sanity when she pushes him into submission every time.

the night before we knew (adoremark)

It used to be so easy to read Eren. Whatever he felt, he would feel with all his might that Mikasa was afraid at times she’d be swallowed up. Now, she’s hesitant to even blink, or else she might miss that flash in his eyes.

the selfish kind ( bbyunnie ) @moonguks

He’s mostly talking to himself at this point, but his words cut. And she bleeds.

They'd Kissed Before. (armint)

Eren and Mikasa have kissed before, late at night, and no one else had known before. Mikasa had always started the kisses, but now she wants Eren to, whenever he'd like.

this is how the world works ( polymerase )

The world is a cruel place, he tells her, and she says yes, but it is also beautiful, because they have lived a millennium and she knows this to be true.

Trepidation ( kogamis ) @k0gamis

These walls were never meant to protect you.

Unrequited (ackermansheart) @ackermansheart

...For a moment, he wonders, that if the world knew how he crumbled beneath it, sacrificed everything just to save it, if he may be forgiven for what he has to tell her. And he’ll mourn for what he cannot.

Wake up, sleepyhead! ( happymikasa ) @happymikasa

Mikasa wakes up after having a great night.

Warm and Alive ( theothardus )

"...He knew she didn’t have the same flame for freedom he had, so what was she longing for?"

you and me (and armin and jean and connie and sasha, but that’s beside the point) — forever (bakubros) @dimitris-hair

Eren’s determined to ask the girl of his dreams to marry him—unfortunately, his friends don’t understand what “I can handle this on my own, guys” actually means. Chaos ensues.

your mouth is a wonder ( artsycat )

Eren, Mikasa and the time they both have left.

#eremika #tbd #fanfiction #writing

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cherry-cheshire · 3 years

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Day 1: "You make me a better person" or Quotes/Lyrics

Lyrics. Staring by Tipling Rock

I actually don't know what to say, it's my first time writing a drabble or whatever, enjoy i guess. I'm shy and out of words so, i'm gonna stop talking.

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Dean was enjoying his sleep, relaxed and comfy on his bed smiling like a fool at the memories of the past evening. Last night he and Cas were celebrating their 6 month anniversary of marriage, Sam coocked the dinner for them and was their waiter (Dean asked him), Eileen was in charge of decorating, Jack in charge of the music, played some songs of Led Zeppelin, little bit of Guns n' Roses, and Dean can swear he heard one song of Taylor Swift, however it was very romantic. They got some wine and whisky, got tipsy and Dean lead Cas, with a lot of touching and kisses, to their room, getting in the pants of each other, they almost ended up in the floor, but fortunately they get in their bed. And finally enjoyed the heat of the other.

A body moved in Dean's arms, Cas' head was in the chest of Dean, arms hugging his torso, while Dean's hands were tracing circles in the back of his now-human lover, legs intertwined neath the blankets. Dean tight his embrace, then a cute humming make his way from Cas' throat to Dean's ears, Dean smiled widely

"Morning sunshine.." Dean greeted as a pair of sleepy blue eyes focused their gaze on the green one.

"Morning..."- Cas smiled tiredly, pulling away from the embrace just a little to look at his husband. The hunter and his ex-angel stare at each other for a couple of minutes.

It makes me wonder, I kinda wonder

I wonder how you look so right

It don't matter, it doesn't matter

If soon you're out of sight

Both of them smiling in love holding stares. "How are you this gorgeous?" Dean asked in a whisper, looking adoringly at Cas , admiring the wrinkles on Cas' eyes, some of the grey hair on both sides of his head. Just admiring Cas. The latter smiled wide, more awaken now and with his cheeks turning into a light pink.

"I don't know Dean....how are you this handsome?" Cas said, almost with the same tenderly tone his hunter used, showing a gummy smile, making Dean's heart race, almost jumping out of his chest.

"Well...i don't know either, but man! I have the most pretty and precious husband of all" Dean stated getting more close to Cas' face, grabbing his waist. Cas started laughing taking the blanket and covering his head with it.

"Dean.." Cas said, his voice muffled by the blanket.

"Yes hon?" Dean lifted the blanket covering himself, now being under it next to Cas. The ex-angel, cup the cheek of his husband with his left hand, caressing it with his thumb.

"I love you.." Cas sigh with a lovely voice, only to Dean to hearing.

Alright now, are you on my side

How I've got a secret to tell you

'Cause I know that you haven't heard

But what if I told you just how much I need you

I've got some news to tell you

Do you need me too?

"I love you too, Cas." Dean said rubbing the nose of his lover with his own. "And i missed you a looot, babe" Cas grined by the cute name and enjoying the touch.

"I missed you too, Dean". Cas shorted the gap between his lips and his husband's. The kiss was slowly and lazy, not going at some direction at all, it was just for the sake of kissing. Dean felt butterflies all over his bodie, it was their first kiss in the morning after a long week without seeing each other. Dean, Sam and Eileen went for a case at the other side of the state, a witch, and then a pair of werewolves crossing at their path. While Cas, Jack, Claire and Kaia found a case in other state, zombies and a djinn. Easy cases for both groups.

Dean broke the kiss to start kissing all over Cas' face, his nose, both cheeks, forehead, reaching the top of his head, lowering to the jaw, and again to his lips. Cas take all of love Dean was giving him. Cas pull apart just to repeat the actions of his husband. Dean was more than delighted to let his lover love him.

Dean started caressing Cas' naked shoulders, making the love session stop, Castiel take the blanket apart from their heads, Dean lowered his hands to Cas' waist one more time to hug him. The ex-angel put his arms on both sides of Dean's neck, pressing their foreheads together, closing their eyes breathing the escense of the other.

"Enjoyed the hunt?" Dean broke the silence, opening his eyes, to look at the blue ones.

"Yes, it was...very exciting" Cas hummed. "You should have seen Jack, punching those zombies and Kaia shooting them, and of course, Claire, helping me fight with the djinn..." Cas answered with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Our babies, not being babies anymore huh".

"I think so, they grow up really fast..." Castiel said with a sigh at the end. "Did you enjoyed your hunt?" Cas asked this time.

"Yeah, well, it was pretty amazing, I was pretty amazing" Dean said with proud making Cas to smile. "I just needed you by my side, watching how your husband fought those monsters at clean fist" Dean smirk at how Cas' was watching him with a faked expression of amusement.

"Well, i hope i still can have the chance to see my awesome husband on fight" Cas said against Dean's cheek.

"Hell yeah, whenever my love" The hunter said leading his face to Cas', finding his mouth, kissing his husband again. The latter kissing him too.

You got me staring like a fool

Yeah I know you want me too

When you look back at me

Ah boy, I know you get me

My eyes and your eyes

The sunlight, it's alright

Yeah, how could I look right past ya

You got me staring at ya

Dean pulled away, pecking Cas' lips again and again, Castiel did the same, finishing with a loud kiss in Dean's jaw. They were still holding each other, not wanting to break the embrace, to stop feeling the heat of the other, to stop touching each other. Holding their gazes, green eyes staring at the blue ones, speaking through their looks. Just God Knows what they were tolding to one another.

"I'm so in love with you, Castiel Winchester" Dean took the hand of Cas and kissed his ring, the one that Dean placed on the left hand of his now husband.

"I'm in love with you too, Dean" Cas smiled at the cute gesture of his lover, Castiel took the left hand of Dean, and kissed his ring too. Both staring at each other again, one of Dean's favorite routines by the way.

"Maybe you are not an angel anymore but..." Dean put his hand on Cas' back, caressing the place where, maybe, his lover's wings were. "You still look like one, all beautiful, gorgeous and awesome" Dean finished his sentence with that excited voice.

Cas was out of words, at the edge to let some tears escape from his eyes. He was biting his lip, stopping him from cry. "Dean...." Cas said finally, "You are really, the most beautiful human being ever created, i can't believe i'm married with this lovely creature, i never expected to be with you in this way, Dean, i...i felt the most happiest person in the world when you reciprocated my feelings." Cas was finally crying, Dean let a tiny laugh out.

"Then i was the second happiest person in the world, man, when i got you back, i-i felt i could breath again" The couple were shaking a little. "What can i say Cas? I couldn't believe you wanted, you want me the way i want you, i still can't. But don't worry babe, we have a lot of years coming to believe it."

"All right then, I love you" Cas said again, he's never gonna get tired to say those three words to his other half.

"I love you, too" Dean neither.

Sorry if i'm late but write is not that easy bro, and well english is not my first language so be kind XD, i hope you enjoyed thanks ♥️

#spncreatorsdaily2k #2k celebration week #Dean Winchester #Castiel #DeanCas #Destiel #supernatural #this was harder than i thought #Kill me #Heller as hell #Destiel fic #Destiel drabble #congrats on the milestone #spncreatorsdaily

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whumpzone · 4 years

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Tomas and Rowe - Part 4

From now on I’m going to try to stick to Friday as upload day... let’s see how that goes lmao

taglist: @sola-whumping @just-another-whumper @oceanthesarcasamfox @looptheloup @briars7 @black-polarf @zipadeedooda-drabbles @just-a-raccoon-with-wifi @rosesareviolentlyread @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @jazz-0307 @kestrelsparverius @whumpsy-daisies @whumpersworld (if you would like to be added or removed just ask, thank you all!)

CW: pet whumpee, aftermath of abuse, injury detail

Tomas waved as Kasia headed off down the street. Seeing his friend had given him a new boost of energy. It felt so good to discuss Rowe with someone who handled Pets every day. If anyone was going to understand, it was Kasia.

He looked down at the cupholder in his hand, within it two hot drinks. A latte for himself, and a hot chocolate for Rowe, since he was probably wired enough without an extra dose of caffeine.

‘’Rowe?’’ he called, making sure Rowe wouldn’t jump when he pushed open the bedroom door. ‘’I’ve brought you a- oh my goodness, what happened to you?’’

Rowe was huddled in a corner, a bloody hand over his face, his t-shirt splattered red. He didn’t move or speak, just looked up at Tomas with frightened, tearful eyes. His chest was rising and falling erratically as he sobbed.

Tomas rushed over, setting the drinks on the floor and kneeling down.

‘’Oh Rowe, Rowe love, what’s happened here?’’

Rowe blinked and several tears ran down his cheeks, but he stayed silent. Tomas gently reached out to the hand that was covering the bottom half of Rowe’s face. Rowe didn’t resist as he gently took it and lowered it out the way. He gasped, and Rowe shrank.

‘’That… that looks painful. Can you tell me what happened? Please?’’

Rowe took a shaky breath, more tears streaming down his face. ‘’I-I tripped, Master. And I’ve ruined your shirt, and I-‘’ his breath hitched, ‘’-I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know I mustn’t cry, I’m sorry-‘’

‘’It’s okay, it’s okay, you can cry,’’ Tomas soothed, still holding Rowe’s bloodstained hand. ‘’You tripped, oh Rowe, that is so unlucky. Hold on and I’ll fetch you some painkillers and we can sort your nose out.’’

‘’P-please, I don’t deserve it, please Master, don’t w-waste them on me.’’

‘’You’re in pain, Rowe. Your poor nose. Just wait two seconds and I’ll be back.’’

Tomas hurried to the kitchen, grabbing a pack of frozen peas and a teatowel. Upstairs, he rummaged around in the bathroom until he found a packet of painkillers. He made Rowe sit cross-legged as he cleaned the worst of the blood off his face and pressed two pills into his non-bloody hand.

‘’Here, wash them down with a sip of this, yeah?’’ Tomas said, offering him the hot chocolate. ‘’I nipped out while Kasia was here to get us both a drink.’’

‘’Th-thank you, Master, I’m sor-sorry for b-b-being so useless.’’

Rowe swallowed them shakily, his eyes widening as he tasted the sugary drink.

‘’Hahah, it’s tasty right?’’

Rowe didn’t reply, just drank a few more sips, choking slightly as his sobbing made it hard to swallow. Tomas wrapped the frozen peas in the teatowel and waited until Rowe had put the drink down.

‘’Okay, you need to hold this on your nose for the time being. It’ll feel funny, but it’s for your own good, I promise. It’s not a punishment.’’

Rowe nodded, and Tomas held the ice pack to his nose.

‘’You’re not useless, Rowe,’’ Tomas said, ‘’Everyone has accidents like this. If you want, I’ll give you some chores to do in a bit?’’

Rowe’s sobbing calmed down somewhat at this. ‘’Y-yes, please Master, a-anything you want, I’ll be good.’’

‘’I bet you will be. You’re taking this ice pack like a pro. Well done.’’

‘’I, I,’’ Rowe mumbled nervously, ‘’I’m sorry for ruining your shirt, Master. I wa-was so careless.’’

‘’What? We can sort that, no problem. Oh Rowe, I do feel bad now for confining you to your bedroom and then leaving the house. Kasia would have happily helped sort your nose out if you’d gone and got him.’’

Rowe went quiet, and still, and Tomas wondered what he’d said wrong. Perhaps it was a bit early to be forcing Rowe to mix with strangers, he conceded. He sipped his coffee quietly and watched as Rowe’s breathing slowly returned to normal.

. . .

‘’Rowe?’’ Master Tomas called as the door opened, and Rowe knew there was nowhere to run, nothing he could do. He would sit here obediently and take whatever his Master dealt out. ‘’I’ve brought you a- oh my goodness, what happened to you?’’

He stayed silent. His Master had asked him a question, but he had just been reminded of where speaking got Pets. Maybe it was a test. Surely Master preferred Rowe without his whining.

‘’Oh Rowe, Rowe love, what’s happened here?’’

Master Tomas sank down on his haunches, looking at Rowe head on. He had some disposable cups with him, which he placed safely out of Rowe’s reach. If his nose weren’t filled with blood, he probably would have enjoyed the smell. Slowly, deliberately, Master reached out and took Rowe’s hand, forcing him to show the damage on his face. He gasped, and Rowe just wanted to hide. Master’s one wish, his one desire for Rowe so far was for him to be pretty, and he had already fucked that up.

He had brought this beating on himself. But it seemed that his Master was totally oblivious to his friend’s actions. And now he was being asked to lie to his Master? But if he could just be good, please his Master, it would be a one-off. Rowe suddenly realised Master Tomas was speaking.

‘’That looks painful. Can you tell me what happened? Please?’’

This time it was an order. Rowe had to obey. His voice was so soothing and it only confused Rowe more because he had to be angry, he had to be, surely he was furious with the state of his Pet? All Rowe had done since his arrival was cause problems and force his Master to waste precious time on his worthless self. He had deserved that beating. Even if he did tell the truth, why would Master believe him? Rowe knew then which answer would better please Master Tomas.

‘’I-I tripped, Master,’’ his voice sounded stupid and nasal and he hated the way his breath caught as he wept. ‘’And now I’ve ruined your shirt, and I- I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know I mustn’t cry, I’m sorry-‘’

‘’It’s okay, it’s okay,’’ Master Tomas said, mercifully stopping Rowe before he babbled too much. ‘’You can cry. You tripped, oh Rowe, that is so unlucky. Hold on and I’ll fetch you some painkillers and we can sort your nose out.’’

Rowe did his best to not whine in desperation. ‘’P-please, I don’t deserve it, please Master, don’t w-waste them on me.’’ This kindness, it had to be a game. It was too much, no one would ever treat a Pet with such warmth, what point was there to it? Rowe would do whatever was asked of him whether or not he was fed or patched up. Master Tomas must enjoy knowing that Rowe owed him for this, for the food and clothes and bathwater. He would make him pay for it later, Rowe was sure. But Master Tomas was being so generous, and the thought of what he’d have to do to make up for it terrified him. Once his old master had let Rowe sleep through the night, and he’d paid for it with three days of no food. What was this building up to?

He faintly heard Master Tomas telling him to stay still, and Rowe watched helplessly as he left the room, returning shortly with a packet of medicine and what looked like a bag of ice.

‘’Here, wash them down with a sip of this, yeah?’’ Master ordered, giving Rowe two pills and passing him one of the cups. ‘’I nipped out while Kasia was here to get us both a drink.’’

‘’Th-thank you, Master, I’m sor-sorry for b-b-being so useless,’’ he choked out. More kindness. Rowe did as he was told. The drink tasted amazing, he’d never had anything like it, and his surprise made Master Tomas smile.

‘’Hahah, it’s tasty right? Okay, you need to hold this on your nose for the time being. It’ll feel funny, but it’s for your own good, I promise. It’s not a punishment.’’

Not a punishment. That would be coming later. Maybe Master Tomas had been planning a long torture session, and wanted Rowe to be at his best for it. That would explain why he was so keen on Rowe looking pretty, and why his only ‘punishment’ so far had been incredibly mild. The only thing that confused Rowe was why Master Tomas had bought a second-hand Pet if he wanted him in such good condition? But Rowe knew that it was not his place to try to understand his owner. He held the bag, which he could now see was filled with peas, to his face. It felt odd, but not unpleasant.

‘’You’re not useless, Rowe. Everyone has accidents like this.’’ Even though Rowe was sure this was just a game, a way to trick him, Rowe couldn’t help but feel calmed by Master’s soft voice. ‘’If you want, I’ll give you some chores to do in a bit?’’

Finally, something Rowe understood. He felt himself relax, just a bit. ‘’Y-yes, please Master, a-anything you want, I’ll be good.’’

‘’I bet you will be. You’re taking this ice pack like a pro. Well done.’’

Master seemed…. he seemed happy with him, and Rowe wanted to keep being good. ‘’I, I- I’m sorry for ruining your shirt, Master. I wa-was so careless.’’

He froze up at the mention of Master’s friend. The memory of his nose slamming against the wooden frame played out in his mind, over and over, and through his red-raw eyes Rowe could see Master’s face fall. He had reacted poorly again. He braced himself for Master to kick him, or throw his hot drink over him, or grab the bag of ice and grind it into Rowe’s nose and make him scream. But, agonisingly, nothing came, and Rowe was left to overthink. Master seemed content to sip from his disposable cup in silence. Rowe was happy with that too. He never wanted to talk again.

It must have been at least twenty minutes before Master broke the silence abruptly- ‘’My arse is numb from sitting on the floor. Shall we go and give you some chores?’’

‘’Yes, please, Master.’’

Downstairs, before Rowe could kneel, Master held out a slender hand, stopping him. ‘’Let’s have a look at your nose.’’

Rowe placed the bag into Master’s hand, watching his face for any indication of how bad it was. Master frowned, pressing his lips together, but his eyes weren’t angry. ‘’It’s not crooked, which means it’s not badly damaged. It should heal up on its own soon. Does it hurt?’’

‘’No, Master,’’ Rowe replied, and it didn’t. Not really, anyway.

‘’We’ll give your face a rest before we do more ice, hey?’’

Master Tomas put the bag back in the freezer and sat down in the same spot on the sofa as earlier. Rowe kneeled below him and tried to look pretty despite everything. Master gave him a strange half smile.

‘’Do you want to sit on the sofa with me?’’

‘’My place is at my Master’s feet.’’

‘’Then at least kneel on a cushion, here.’’

Rowe was handed a soft cushion and obediently slid it under his knees. It felt…nice? What was the point of this?

‘’Did your old master come and get you every morning?’’ asked Master Tomas.

‘’No, Master. I had my daily duties to carry out, and I completed them without prompting.’’

‘’Right. Well, for a start, I want you to eat breakfast every morning. And you are free to get that yourself, without waiting for me. In fact, that also goes for lunch.’’

‘’Yes, Master. Thank you.’’

Rowe’s stomach had twitched with nerves as his Master announced another indulgence, but then Rowe remembered what Master had told him that morning- he preferred his Pet well-fed. In a way, it was another order to follow, another way to please his Master, and this made him feel better.

‘’During the week, I’ll be mostly in my office working. I need you to collect any letters I get and stack them neatly on the kitchen table for me. I’ll tell you if I’m expecting someone, so if the doorbell rings unexpectedly, I’ll come down and handle it. If in doubt, come and ask me. Got that?’’

Rowe blinked, then nodded. Keep on top of the post and don’t answer the door unless told to. He could do that.

‘’Do you know how to make a cup of tea?’’

‘’Yes, Master, and I can cook. I just don’t know the layout of your kitchen, yet.’’

‘’I’ll show you, no problem. As long as you can make tea though, that’s great. I’ll need you on hand to make a pot while I’m working.’’

‘’Of course, Master.’’

‘’Oh, and keep an eye out for spiders. Ideally, don’t let them get in at all. And, uh- make your bed every morning.’’

‘’Would you like me to make yours too, Master?’’

‘’No, no thanks. I do mine myself, it makes me feel ready to face the day,’’ Master Tomas mumbled, his eyes drifting idly. ‘’Good habit to get into, so I’m told.’’

. . .

…Right, Tomas thought. What are some other bullshit ‘chores’ I can give him?

He almost cracked a smile at his own silliness. He was so bad at this! Surely Rowe could smell a rat? It was hard to tell- Rowe seemed to have two modes, terrified or blank, and right now he was the latter.

Tomas wracked his brains. He was already regretting telling Rowe to make cups of tea- what if he got boiling water on himself? But he had looked so eager at the prospect of being given tasks to do, and it was the closest he’d come to a positive emotion, and also Tomas was keen for Rowe to not go mad with boredom.

He considered asking Rowe to do the laundry, but that would mean clueing him in to just how often Tomas spilt toothpaste down himself, and he was not ready for that. And, he reminded himself quickly, Rowe is not my bloody maid. I want to help him. Jesus Christ, Tomas.

Rowe seemed to take Tomas’s prolonged silence as an indication that he had finished giving out chores, and pressed his forehead to the ground, his thick hair almost touching Tomas’s foot.

‘’Thank you, Master. I will be a good Pet, I promise. B-but please, may I know the punishments if I fail to meet your standards?’’

‘’Punishments, right…’’ Tomas hummed as he thought up some more nonsense on the fly. ‘’Well, if I notice a spider has gotten in, you’ll have to get rid of it yourself. I don’t see how anyone can make tea wrong, but if you do, you’ll have to remake it until I say it’s good enough.’’ Bed making was so juvenile he couldn’t even be bothered to make up a punishment. There was only one rule that he was actually keen to ensure Rowe stuck to. ‘’If I find that you haven’t eaten all day, I’ll have stop working to sit with you and force you to eat something. And I really, really don’t want to do that.’’

That night, Tomas lay awake, listening to the sound of Rowe’s screams. He deserves a full night’s sleep, even if it is filled with nightmares, he decided, and rolled over.

#whump #pet whump #tomas and rowe #pet whumpee #master/pet #mine #hope you guys enjoy!

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The Debauchery Continues..

The next installment in the mini short story of Fane and Solas’s general angst and their devotion to one another! Now with more smutty purpose! *waggles eyebrows* These will be going up on Ao3, eventually! I’m comprising a collection of all my drabbles under Dragon Drabbles!

Beware: There is NSFW content within this section! The next installment with have full blown smut, but this is a prelude to it! Oh, and yes, Solas is a bottom in this fic, but him and Fane switch throughout their relationship.

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It had taken Fane a total of ten minutes to get him and Solas to his quarters. Why? Well, the elven mage had made it incredibly difficult for Fane to think with the way he had been laying barely perceivable kisses along his jaw and neck, so much so that he had been able to slip from Fane’s embrace with a cheeky smirk of satisfaction before slowly guiding the two of them up the various flights of stairs that dared to exist. Fane enjoyed the height, usually, but in this situation, he cursed the layout of Skyhold.

“Never have I wished for wings more than during that tortuous ascent.”, Fane grumbled as he and Solas arrived at his quarters, the two just outside the door that led to the - blessedly - last set of stairs.

Solas gave him a fond smile, coming over to stand next to where Fane currently rummaging through a pouch at his hip. “Indeed. Though, it would have quite possibly been less ‘tortuous’ if you had kept your mind focused on climbing rather than stopping to enjoy the view.” The elven man’s tone was infuriating to Fane because of how knowing it was.

Fane let out a scoff as he continued to search within the depths of his pouch. “I can’t help that you decided to take the lead. It was only natural that I’d get distracted. You have a very specific gait that makes my mind slam into a wall.”

“Is that so? Tell me; what is so distracting about how I walk?” Solas’s fond smile morphing into a playful smirk.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He grumbled half heartedly before letting out a growl of annoyance. “Oh for fuck’s sake, where the hell is it?”

Solas raised an eyebrow at his words. “What are you searching for, vhenan?” The elven god came closer to him to inspect what he was doing with curious eyes.

“My damn key.” Fane growled again as he still continued to dig. Of all times for him to not be able to locate something, it had to be now! Typical!

Solas blinked in minor surprise. “You lock the door?”

Fane paused in his search to look up at Solas, raising a snowy eyebrow. Was Solas seriously questioning something as mundane as a locked door? Judging by the genuine curiosity donning the mage’s face, that would be a yes. Of course it was a yes.

“I..do.”, he said slowly, confused. “Why is that so shocking?”

“I wouldn’t say it was ‘shocking’, just intriguing.” Solas said, his face slowly morphing back to the mage’s normal expression of quiet observation. “There are not many people who come up here, correct? So, I merely wish to understand the reasoning behind the act.”

Fane couldn’t help but let out a faint chuckle at Solas’s common habit of questioning everything. His sky was full of both trivial and in depth knowledge about magic, the Fade, spirits, the connection between the two, the overall correlation they each have with the waking world, but such things as another’s habits was seemingly foreign to the man. It was intoxicatingly endearing to Fane’s own questioning nature. However, he supposed Solas’s curiosity wasn’t so trivial when it came to this, since the reason behind it was..complex. Then again, everything about him was ‘complex’.

Fane let out a quiet sigh before turning his gaze downwards to resume his search for his key, far more subdued this time. “..I want privacy. That’s the simplistic answer.” He paused once more in his gestures to glance up at Solas, the elf patiently watching him. “..I just..don’t like the thought of someone coming and going as they please, rummaging through my possessions like it’s an auction. I like to have control over what’s mine. I..haven’t really been afforded that in the past..”

Fane noticed Solas’s demeanor shift at his words as the mage came even closer to place a hand over the one hovering by his pouch. The touch had Fane relaxing his body, not even realizing it had become stiff with subconscious defense.

“I..apologize. I should not have prodded you like that, especially since I am aware of..what occurred. That was thoughtless on my part..” Solas apologized with a sad smile, stormy eyes a deep blue as they connected with his own.

Fane shook his head with a small smile of his own. “It’s in the past, even if it still haunts me into the present, but I’m enduring. I’ll always endure, so it’s fine.. ” He assured Solas with a soft voice before leaning in to give the mage a tender kiss to his temple, murmuring against it with a seductive smirk. “..You can prod me in a different way, though.” Attempting to ease the heavy tension born of bitter memories.

As the words tumbled from his lips, Fane felt a firm hand come up to cup his jaw, meeting Solas’s fiery, desire filled glare. Fane merely smirked at the action, letting out a satisfied purr at Solas’s fierce grip. That sparked the fire of lust again - violently so.

“You will have to unlock the door first, ma’isenatha.” Solas purred out before releasing his jaw slowly, taking a step back to motion towards the door with a tiny smirk. “Or is that too difficult a task for you?”

Anyone else, Fane would have taken that jab as an insult, but from the look in Solas’s eye, he could tell it was anything but that. A wolfish smirk graced Fane’s lips as he calmly, slowly closed the flap of his pouch to turn his back to the door. He watched as Solas’s gaze became calculating, predatory, the apostate putting his arms behind his back with a raised eyebrow, waiting.

“Perhaps you should unlock the door, then.” Fane offered, leaning back against the door with his arms crossed. “Since you’re so impatient.”

“I would not wish to invade your privacy, vhenan, nor would I deign to take control from you.” A smirk slowly starting to form on Solas’s blank face.

“Take control? Ohh, no, no, no.” Fane laughed out the statement deeply, darkly, his voice a delicious timbre before he saw gold tint the edges of his vision - signaling the rush of emotions within him having changed his eye color. “..You would be giving me control. Again, the room above is mine, so anything within it is mine.” He insinuated enticingly, tapping a finger idly against a crossed, muscled arm - the tap, tap, tap of delicate leather stimulating his senses even further.

Keen gold eyes watched as a light shudder coursed through Solas’s body from his insinuation before the elven man carefully, calmly, closed the distance between them once more, stormy eyes blown wide with poorly restrained lust. Fane tilted his head slightly, still smirking as he gazed down at Solas. This was endlessly fun, and Fane was generally unaccustomed to ‘fun’.

“I would have you know, I do not submit easily. It may be a near fruitless battle if you do not act soon..” Solas whispered out, his own voice deep and challenging before it uttered a single word with silky seduction. “..Aterian.”

The pale gold tint dispersed as Fane’s eyes morphed and solidified into solid amber before he brought a single elbow down to smash in the door’s handle - the wood cracking with a satisfying crunch before it slowly opened. His chest was heaving with overwhelming emotions and anticipation as he saw Solas barely even flinch at his display of raw strength, deep blue eyes seeming to narrow with pure want from it instead. Ohhh, the sky was vast, and how Fane wished to fly in it.

“Come now, my dragon..” Solas practically growled as he took another tentative step forward, almost bringing them chest to chest. “..you can surely show me more than that. I wish to see the force behind centuries of yearning, of desire, of love. Be not ashamed of what you feel. Show me, as only you can.” An irresistible challenge hanging between them as all encompassing gold drowned in fathomless blue.

Fane felt himself clench and unclench his hands, digging into the material of his leather wraps as his tightly bound control began to fray at the seams. Everything that he was hearing, seeing, and feeling was making it incredibly difficult to think, to focus, but for some reason, it only made him desire more. He desired to rip and tear into pathetic cloth, shedding both him and Solas of a suffocating barrier that dared separate them further. He desired to pin and bind the god, who was looking at him with both love and lust, and make him scream in ecstasy. He desired to lose himself in what would be an undeniable frenzy of sensations and emotions, allowing himself to bask in heat and wanton bliss. He desired the touch of skin as it became soaked in sweat, as it quivered with the yearning to come undone. He desired.. He desired everything.

Fane let his eyes slip shut as his chest heaved from both Solas’s words and his own frenzied thoughts before opening trembling lips to speak.

“I..I..cannot..” He tried to deny, his draconic nature combating his mortal wants.

“You can, emma’lath.” Solas whispered to him encouragingly, carefully placing his hands on Fane’s now deeply flushed face to hold it tenderly like a precious keepsake. “Let us both relinquish our mantles for a night, if only to make their weight come morning a touch easier to bear.” Solas’s thumbs reverently caressing his face as an uncommon smile of pure joy graced the mage’s lips.

Fane couldn’t help but let out a tiny, albeit shaky, chuckle as he leaned into Solas’s touch. He was losing his mind, wasn’t he?

“It’s unlike you to be so..optimistic.” He stated with a tiny smile, shuddering lightly as another wave of emotions coursed through a muscled frame. “Or will you leave me in the morning when doubt rears it ugly head again? Are pretty words just to soften the inevitable blow?” A surge of fear and worry shuffling into the mix of wayward emotions.

Fane watched as Solas let out a saddened chuckle of his own before pulling his face down to lay a tender, chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back to gaze at him seriously. “If you were anyone else, I would say ‘yes’, albeit with great anguish. However..” The mage trailing off as he closed in again to murmuring against Fane’s lips. “..you are not ‘anyone else’, nor will you ever be. You are my dragon. You have seen me at my lowest and greatest, and never once turned your back on me. You trusted me when you could have just as easily killed me, solely on the fact of what I was, who I was. You know everything about me, as I know everything about you.” Solas pressed their lips together just a bit more. “..There is nothing to hide, so I have no need to run from you. I only hope you do not fall because of my own mistakes again. My heart would not be able to endure another crushing blow like that, so please, ma’isenatha, I want you to at least promise that you will turn your back on me if I fall too far for even your wings to follow.. Please..”

That single, but heavy statement had the rope that was Fane’s restraint snapping like a flail as he surged forward to seal their lips together desperately, barely registering the quiet sound of shock from Solas as the force nearly sent the two of them into the frame of the partially destroyed door. He felt Solas grip his face more desperately as the two began to naturally fight for dominance, Fane lifting an arm to slam a hand into the door frame as he felt Solas’s tongue swipe beckoningly along his bottom lip. He kept his lips firmly sealed in an act of defiance, Solas merely redoubling his efforts by harshly nipping at the supple flesh before soothing it with another sweet caress. He let out a deep hum as the routine continued exactly the same - steadfast in his refusal to allow entry - before Fane tilted his head slightly to throw the mage off, the two beginning anew with more sensual, and languid movements as their lips moved in perfect unison with each other. A brush of a thigh against his own had Fane letting out a deep growl, the force behind it making his chest rumble dangerously.

Shit, I’m losing it. I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him..! I will not leave him, I will not, I will not..! His mind frantically reiterated before the thigh that had brushed against his own shifted to touch at a far more sensitive area. Fane’s body went stiff at the sensation before he felt his entire body quiver, even as he felt Solas continue to peck at his lips softly.

Yes--Fane wanted everything Solas had to offer, and he would claim it as only a dragon could.

The hand that had been beginning to dig into stone and wood flew down to take Solas by the neck firmly, as Fane let an ancient instinct take hold of him, momentarily registering the shocked, but pleased gasp that Solas let out around their lips at the action. Fane could barely hear himself think as he began to lay feverish kisses along Solas’s jaw, the hand around the mage’s neck tightening for a moment before relaxing slightly.

I desire him, I need him, I wish to claim him.. Let me have him, please, please.. Just for tonight, if nothing else. I will desire no more than this.. No more, so please.. His mind and soul begged to the ghosts of his past, as memories of brilliant eyes turning grey threatened to ruin the moment for him.

“Aterian..” Solas whispered his name with a loving smile gracing his features, the reverent tone throwing off Fane’s depressive thoughts. “Do not allow your mind to leash you. Break those shackles for me, my dragon. Break them..”

Fane merely narrowed his eyes as the heavy double meaning of Solas’s words sank in - a feeling like someone swinging a hammer down on him causing him to surge forward once more to take advantage of Solas’s momentary weakness, shoving his tongue into the mage’s slightly agape mouth deeply.

“Ngh..!” He heard Solas let out a quiet, but surprised noise before the mage sighed through his nose pleasantly.

Hands that had been once holding his freckled face came up to fist into his snowy hair as Solas attempted to bring him in closer, even as Fane practically had him pinned against the doorway by his neck alone. Fane brought his other arm up to wrap around Solas’s body tightly, pulling the man’s body flush against his own as their kiss became more frantic, their tongues pushing, pulling, dancing to an invisible rhythm as promises of bliss and sorrow lingered in the electrified air. He slid a leg between both of Solas’s, releasing the choke hold he had on the mage to ghost his hand upwards to tease at a sharp jawline. The gesture had Solas letting out a quiet hum before Fane pulled back slowly, the length and ferocity of the kiss nearly making him collapse from a lack of oxygen, as well as the flushed appearance of the man in front of him who looked equally as overwhelmed.

“Fuck.. Fuck..” He cursed out harshly between gasping breaths, eyes hooded with pure desire as he took in Solas’s equally as gasping appearance. “Fenedhis..” The elven slipping out without him even thinking about it as emotions began to cloud his mind from their potency. This was bad. He was slipping, but why didn’t he care?

He watched as Solas merely nodded quickly, chest heaving harshly as the elven god shut his eyes to reign in his breathing, a weakened hand coming down to rest on a broad chest. Despite the well of emotions surging through him Fane couldn’t help, but lean down a bit more to lay several tender kisses upon Solas’s neck, aiming for the mage’s rapidly fluttering pulse point without much thought. He desired more, even though he could barely breathe..

As if on cue, Solas’s hands gave his hair a firm yank as he practically arched into Fane’s body, only letting out a quiet, choked gasp in approval of the kisses despite the way his chest still heaved uncontrollably. The sound and harsh treatment only made Fane intensify the strength of his kisses as he began to nip and teasingly lick at warm flesh, relishing in the way Solas practically tensed and then melted in his arms with heated sighs.

“Aterian.. E..Easy, v..vhenan.. I--!” Solas attempted to steady him with a light push before Fane latched onto the butterfly of a pulse, harshly sinking his teeth into the soft patch. “Aghk..!” Solas bit out around another choked sound, his body practically trembling with ruinous abandon.

Fane firmly worried the tender flesh between his teeth before releasing it to slowly run the flat of his tongue along the abused spot, the delicate tang of blood sending a throb downwards as he slowly pulled back to inspect the damage. The sight of a forming love mark had Fane snarling in satisfaction before he gazed down tenderly at the quivering mess of his lover, one of Solas’s hands braced back against the door while the other was now tightly fisted into Fane’s tunic.

Gold eyes roamed over Solas’s form, taking in the way the mage’s body heaved and lightly shuddered before a hung head slowly rose to level Fane with a truly dangerous, but lust addled glare. Fane could only smirk wickedly at the hue of crimson adorning the elven god’s face in conjunction to the slightly bleeding mark on his neck.

This was delightful in its wickedness. Why had he and Solas held off on this for so long again?

“Hmm..” Fane hummed, ghosting the hand that was upon Solas’s jaw downwards to stroke his thumb across the mark he had made, swiping the small pool of blood to then bring it to his lips with an even more devilish smirk. “A dragon’s stirring, my sky. Do you wish for it merely to observe you? Or..” The ideology of his kin twisting deliciously as he dragged his tongue along his thumb, narrowing his eyes as he watched Solas’s stormy eyes blow wide with want. “..do you wish for it to ruin you?”

As the unexpected words tumbled from behind his thumb, Fane watched as Solas steadily stood himself up straight, a rough chuckle rumbling from a now lightly heaving chest. Fane raised a snowy eyebrow at the sound before his eyes went wide at the glint of indigo in Solas’s eyes, the mage’s face spreading into a wicked smirk before arms came up to wrap around his neck tightly.

Oh no, was the only thing Fane could think of as he took in the deepened hue of Solas’s eyes more closely.

Solas leaned in to him fully, boldly swiping his tongue against Fane’s lips to catch the faint remnants of blood left behind before purring against them deeply.

“I wish for it to stop stalling with tepid attempts.” The words are a hot stab to Fane’s decaying restraint with how much challenge they held.

“Hmph. Says the one currently rutting against my thigh like a halla in heat..” Fane growled out, the challenges from Solas making his blood boil with lust.

“It is performing where you..ngh..refuse to.” Solas attempted to bite back, but his voice faltered from the sensation of friction that was born from where he was teasingly dragging himself along Fane’s thigh - intentionally missing where Fane desired him most.

“Ohhhh, you better stop, wolf.. Or we won’t make it upstairs..” Their eyes connecting with nearly tangible fire threatening to set them ablaze before Solas closed the distance between their hips - the pure tingling surging up Fane’s body and back down to his nether regions ripping the air from his lungs harshly with a loud gasp.

“So many words, so little action..” Solas purred, a few fingers tapping against one of Fane’s shoulders.

Fane let out a dark snarl as the words set a smouldering fire ablaze within his soul, pushing Solas away with a firm shove, and watching raptly as the elven god never once took his eyes off of him - stormy like a true monsoon as they bore piercing holes into him. They gazed into each other’s souls before Solas crossed the threshold with one. single. step.

The silent recognition of his earlier words were not lost on Fane as he watched Solas shuffle into the opening completely, the man’s smirk softening into a warm smile before he held out a hand to him - eyes laden with sultry promise as they never once left his own.

“From this point on, I am yours, correct?”

Fane’s eyes went wide before he gave Solas a slow nod of his head, a small smile momentarily cooling him, even as his whole body sang with want. Solas..was giving him control where normally the mage would be hesitant to do. It was a sign of trust, of devotion, of vulnerability, of..love. It made Fane’s mind turn hazy as even more wayward emotions slammed into him - his labored breathing beginning anew with soft pants.

“You..would be. You’re willing to give that to me?” He asked softly, despite his body beginning to tremble with restraint.

“I am.” Solas said without missing a beat, eyes serious despite the softness they held for him.

Fane faltered at the immediate response before hanging his head in defeat, chuckling quietly as he rested a bent arm against the ruined doorway. This elf would be the death of him. To give him everything so easily, as if it were a simple truth of the world, made Fane truly believe, for the moment, that everything he was, was a blessing after all.

With a quiet, shaky breath, Fane lifted his head slowly to level Solas with a predatory gaze, the mage faintly biting into his bottom lip at the sight. The action had Fane’s smirk returning as the roaring inferno within him blazed anew with incandescent purpose.

“You are mine.” He snarled out deeply, pushing himself off the doorway with his arm to stalk towards the elf.

“I always have been.” Solas merely smiled at him, reaching up to touch his cheek delicately before leaning up to lay a tender kiss to his lips, quietly murmuring against them. “So, take me as you wish. Take me, my dragon..”, the Elvhen dripping off of Solas’s tongue like wicked honey.

That was all the incentive Fane needed as he surged forward to grab Solas by an arm, the mage merely smiling as he followed Fane up the stairs without fuss, even as the door of privacy laid in splinters at the bottom.

There was no shame, no sin in what they had. That was all Fane could reiterate in his mind as they ascended the last stairway to blessed bliss.

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That’s right! You funny bunnies have to wait even longer for the full smutty effect! *laughs manically* This is my first time writing smut, so forgive me my inexperience!

Note: Just a little insight in to why I tend to write Solas the way that I do. A lot of it is gentle conforming to slot his personality in response to Fane’s. I know that Solas is generally reserved, quiet, observing, calculated, and overall aloof and sorrowful - weighed down by duty and guilt, but if you were to place a character that knew him and bonded with him, then he would take on a softer persona. At least, that’s how I feel. I like exploring Solas’s softer sides, whereas the game explores those only minimally. I also just like to reaffirm (to myself) that Solas does have emotions, they’re simply hidden because he has to keep a lot of things hidden in Inquisition. However, with Fane and my AU, he doesn’t have to hide from him. So, when they’re alone, Solas is far more pliable and responsive to opening up, as is Fane. It’s simply a different perspective of the character, and by no means am I trying to bash Solas’s original demeanor; I’m just exploring things that I would have liked to experience with him while attempting to keep him in character. I don’t know if I’m succeeding sometimes, but it’s a learning process!

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