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holyghostbws · 10 months

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heartbreaks and mistakes ; bws 💔

| Based on this request: hiii, do you take requests? if so, could you do an angst imagine where Brad is going thru a tough time/breakup and the band mates help him out? |

They met in december. Brad could still remember the first time it snowed that year because that same day he met her. In that very moment it had felt as if time had stop, he swore he could see the snowflakes falling in slow motion, glistening as they fell into the ground, almost as bright as her smile.

Every time they’d go out together, Brad would immediately reach for her hand. He didn’t have to look at it, he knew exactly the position of her fingers and how to intertwine them with his. If the air was too cold, he would gladly take his jacket off and put it around her shoulders; sometimes he secretly wished she would forget hers, just so he could give it his, let his arms be his blanket and let the world know she had someone. With time, forgotten clothes started to appear scattered around his flat, only for him to put them in an empty drawer that then became hers. Sometimes it wasn’t just clothes, sometimes it was an earring resting on her pillow, a scrunchie forgotten in the bathroom, the smell of her perfume in his sheets.

Brad could still picture every moment with her like it was a movie, he often found himself replaying memories in his head as if they were episodes of a tragic love story. It made no sense that he had burned and deleted all of their pictures together and even blocked her on social media, because their love was inked to his skin. Their relationship was built upon small, meaningful moments… she was home to Brad, but Brad wasn’t home to her.

Brad remembered the first time he met her parents. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something planned, they met them on one of their dates by accidentally running into them. She had introduced Brad as a friend although they were way past that state. Still, he said nothing and thought she had her reasons, maybe her parents were difficult, maybe she wanted to introduce him at a better time like a family gathering… he should’ve known. He should’ve known since the moment he said “i love you” and she never said it back, instead, she started a brand new conversation about weather. He had been foolish, he had been blinded by love and was too busy falling for her to see that he was the only one falling.

He had already pictured a future with her. They would host Christmas for their family and friends, full of peppermint-flavored kisses and presents, romantic dates on Valentines, picnics in the middle of flowers blooming, sweaty summers by the beach, matching outfits for Halloween… they never made it that far.

It was heartbreak after heartbreak for him during that relationship: “sorry I can’t meet your parents, I just think we should wait until the right moment”, “no, I can’t go out with you and your friends tonight, I have so much work to do”, “I’m so sorry I missed your concert, I know it was important to you and trust me, I hate myself for missing it but things got messy at work and they wouldn’t let me leave… you don’t want me getting fired, right?”, “I promise i’ll make it up to you”, “I swear it’s the last time that this happens”, “I’m sorry babe, please understand that it was out of my hands”, “Please believe me, I swear it won’t happen again”… There’s only so much pain a heart can take and Brad’s had been strong for so long, it was bound to happen: the breakup.

The blind fell to the floor on his birthday, when she didn’t show up. Just as many times before, she promised she’d be there on time, and he believed her, of course. Even he knew, deep in his heart, he was gonna be let down again, he decided to trust her; another mistake added to the already long list. Even in a room full of people who loved him, Brad felt miserable. How come everyone but her was there to celebrate him?

He wondered what he had done wrong to deserve that, maybe it was karma, maybe he was a shitty boyfriend, maybe it was a lesson he had to learn. It didn’t mattered why anymore, she didn’t love him and the only way to get through it was to blur everything out by getting wasted with his best mates, the ones that did show up, the ones that did care for him.

A week after his birthday, the call came.

“Hey, I think we need to talk” she said. The sentence every lover fears the most. The sentence that ends it all. Her voice sounded distant, like it was muffled. Hearing her break his heart for the millionth time would destroy him, he need to protect himself, so he tried to dissociate as much as he could from the conversation.

“About what?” He asked, trying to play it cool. He already knew, he knew exactly how it was going to go, he knew how she would try to act like she cared, like it was a difficult decision to make but after all it was the right choice.

“Can I see you? I’ll drop by your place.” He didn’t want to see her ever again, it would only make things worse for him, it would make him feel guilty when he didn’t have any reason to feel that way. It was true, but it was also true that he did want to see her, he wanted to see her everyday for the rest of his life, he wanted to see her when he woke up and when he went to sleep, he wanted to see her smiling and wanted to see her crying. Brad wanted to see her young face and then also her face after time had aged it. He wanted her, forever.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t make it” Was the first thing she said when he opened the door. Brad stood still and quiet and watched her face filling with something that seemed like regret.

“Did you even try to go?” He asked after a while. His voice was calm, he tried to appear neutral and unbothered but his eyes gave him away. There was no hiding the sadness and disappointment in them.

Her dropping her head to the floor was enough answer for him. She didn’t. And he knew that, still, it didn’t make it easier.

“I honestly don’t know what to say to you. I don’t even know why you’re here. It’s so obvious that you never cared and that you don’t feel the same way, so why bother? Don’t you have better things to do?” He still kept calm but could feel his insides shattering with every second that passed.

“Stop being so dramatic, Brad. I had a really shitty week and came here to apologize.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, sorry for bothering you and interrupting your apology, I have no right to be mad at you.” He could feel himself running out of patience.

“Oh god” She whined. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here, it’s impossible to talk to you when you’re like this…”

“You’re right, it was a bad idea for you to come here, you should go.” Brad said.

“I’m trying to tell you something, you asshole” She started raising her voice.

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m sick and tired of you, of always waiting for you just so you never show up, of keeping up with your bad moods and hurtful words, of always giving and receiving nothing back, I-“

“I’m sorry! I really am! I’m trying my best to be enough for you. I just want to be with you.” Her voice sounded high pitched, like she was about to cry but her eyes were dry.

“Cut the bullshit and don’t go wasting my time. Don’t waste yours. I see through your lies, I just pretended I didn’t because I loved you and wanted to believe you, but we can stop now.” The calmness in Brad faded away and was replaced by anger.

For a second, silence filled the atmosphere.

“I love you.” That was a stab that stroke to kill. It fueled him with rage and suddenly he wanted to stab her back, to hurt her as much as she did to him, but how could you hurt someone that simply doesn’t care?

Months ago, those three little words were all he wanted to hear. It’s funny how words mean nothing when they’re a little too late.

“Goodbye, y/n.”

💔

A week and a half was the longest he could keep the break up a secret from his band mates, they noticed his eyes had lost its sparkle and the bags under them.

“How you holding up mate?” James was the first one to ask. James already knew the answer to that question but felt like Brad could use the talking… that would’ve worked if Brad was communicative about his pain.

“I’m fine, actually.” Brad answered. The first days were rough for him but he had already managed to keep his feelings bottled up, regretting it and beating himself up would be of no use and besides, why would he keep being sad and mad about a relationship that was already dead? It was better to just move on and keep going on with his life, after all, the world wasn’t going to stop and nothing would change just because she didn’t love him.

“You know it’s okay to talk about your feelings, right? There’s no shame here.” James reassured him.

“Yeah, you can talk to us about anything.” Tristan intervened.

“There’s nothing to talk about. She never cared about me, why would I care about her?” Brad said, it sounded way more harsh that he intended to.

There was nothing his band mates could say that would make him feel better, that would at least ease the grieving. Memories stung him, it was like a disease with no cure and time was only a cruel reminder of a love that had maimed him.

“Yeah, mate. Fuck her. You can have any girl that you want, we should go out tonight.” Connor said. James wanted to kill him.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go out! You’ll forget about her in no time” Tristan chirped in.

“I think it’s a good idea to distract yourself but I also think you should talk about your feelings with someone and not just go and fuck the first woman you find.” James intervened, afraid of how the others would take his words.

“Oh shut up, James. What Brad needs right now is a night out to get wasted and meet a pretty face.” Tristan said with a laugh.

“Hey! Let’s go to Ibizaaaaaaa!” Connor screamed.

Brad stopped listening to his friends plans after that. He loved them, he really did, but none of them had the answers for mending his broken heart.

“Hey, uh, what if we try writing something?” Brad said after a while. Tristan and Connor stopped talking and turned their heads to him.

“Writing? Seriously?” Connor said in disbelief.

“I mean… sure, if that’s going to help you.” Tristan said and gave him a pat in his back.

“It’s a great idea! I’ll bring the guitar.” James said, seeing it as an opportunity for Brad to open up.

Brad had handwritten notes he found deep in his drawer right in his pocket: words of love that he had thought of turning into a song, into an album even… maybe those would now turn into an angry song or a sad one, or maybe into nothing. That was the magic of songwriting. After all, music and his friends had always been his therapy.

#brad simpson #brad simpson fanfiction #the vamps #bradley simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson one shot

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mossybank · 3 years

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Forbidden Fruit — K. W.

Based on this post — @kitwalker02 @undeadcortez

Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut with like zero plot, office sex, spanking, nun reader, ooc kit?, fingering, unprotected sex, getting caught

A/N: this is my first smut one shot! Of course it had to be for my beloved Kit! I hope you guys like, I had fun writing it 💕

Y/N honestly couldn't explain the string of events that lead her to her current position, one of Sister Judes most favoured workers—rivaling the lovely Sister Mary Eunice— she had been entrusted to administer a punishment to Kit whilst Jude dealt with another problem in the asylum, something to do with the bakery, but that decision was poorly made.

It was no secret that Y/N spent a lot of time with Kit, many chalked it up to her just being the only employee in this place he'd listen to, but it ran much deeper than that. The two conversed in detail, growing close, and a thick tension always surrounded them; fleeting touches lasting longer than they should and words a little too intimate at times.

And so Y/N though about her current predicament, habit of veil and coif thrown across the room into some dark corner and skirt lifted to reveal her legs, hair messed up from a make out session. Truthfully, Y/N had never been devout, only really becoming a nun for the free housing when she fell on tough times, but that didn't stop a slight guilt from over taking her as she became more aware of her position and location.

"Have you ever..." Kit paused for a second, stood between Y/N's legs, which she had wrapped around his waist, holding a cane, "Had this used on you?" He wouldn't be suprised if Jude punished her own staff alongside the patients.

"Me? Never, but I've seen a few newbies at the receiving end of Jude's wrath."

The girl moved her hands from her sides and placed them upon Kit's, "But.. I've always wondered what it felt like." She said, a sly smile as she looked up at the suspected murderer, something she often forgot he was and quite frankly refused to believe was true, through her lashes.

Kit chuckled, raising a brow at Y/N, "You're a bad girl, sista'." He comments, giving her a peck on the lips, but of course she already knew that.

Y/N bit her lip and leant back, "Well, what are you going to do about that, Mr Walker?" She turned around, elbows leaning on the desk, and shook her hips teasingly, "Spank me?" She winked.

For second, Kit faltered, he was out of practise, but he quickly picked himself back up, playing along with Y/N's game. He placed a hand on her shoulder blades, pushing her down onto the table, leaning some of his weight against her, crotch rubbing against her ass. He leant down, hot breath fanning on Y/N's ear,

"You'd like that, huh, Suga'?" He says lowly, almost a growl, before straightening back up.

The rooms stills for a second, Y/N waiting in anticipation. There's a split second where she doubts that Kit is actually going to do anything, thinking that she'd perhaps gone too far and made the man uncomfortable. Then, it happened—

smack.

It echoed slightly in the room, and Y/N flinched with a gasp, there was a hesitance behind the whip, a feeling of unsurity, but that was to be expected when thrashing someone for the first time.

Kit placed a hand over where he'd spanked Y/N with the cane, cool hands making her squirm, she still had underwear on so he couldn't be sure if it'd left a mark,

"Can I..?" He trailed off, fingers dipping into the waistline of the underwear before slipping it off at Y/N's enthusiastic nods.

Kit's hand trailed over where the cane had made contact with Y/N's skin, there wasn't really a mark, though compared to the bloodied and bruised lines Jude left people with of course anything would look miniscule in comparison. He expected to feel bad about marking the girls skin, but strangely enough he didn't.. In fact, he liked it.

Y/N looked over her shoulder at Kit and tilted her head, "C'mon, I know you can do better than that." Perhaps it wasn't wise to mock the man with a cane, men were often unpredictable and she didn't actually know Kit as well as this situation would lead someone to think, but maybe that thrill was part of the fun for Y/N. She didn't know how he'd react to her taunts, and that was something she relished in.

Kit's brows raised, a look of amusement washing over his face, "I thought you nuns were meant to abstain?"

"Maybe I'm just not like all those other nuns.."

"And I'm the one who's meant to be punished?" Though given Kit's position, it was clearly decided long before now that he wasn't in trouble, "What's the punishment for a slutty little doll like you?"

"Twenty lashes," Y/N could feel Kit's confidence growing steadily with every word between them and bit her lip, "At least."

If she couldn't sit tomorrow, not that the opportunity to do so presented itself often in this job, Y/N would know she only brought it upon herself and it turned her on. God, she'd been a nun for just over a year at this point and not being able to have sex was absolutely killing her. Of course there was a chance Kit would just spank her, leaving Y/N high and dry on her bosses desk, but seeing how worked up Kit was she could tell he wouldn't be leaving without getting his dick wet.

"Twenty? You keep count for me, alright suga'?" Kit shifted his stance slightly, "and look just straight ahead for me."

Ah, look straight ahead, Y/N liked the sound of that. She complied, suprisingly, not being able to see when Kit was going to touch her added to her excitement.

Kit's next spanks were harder, ego improved from his first hit, and Y/N couldn't be happier. The sultry sting that came from each lash only arousing her further, coupling with Kit's words as he worked like a fine wine and steak. Her arousal must've been visible to the eye by now, Kit stopping and putting the cane down, producing a satisfying clink against the wood of the table.

His hands first went for Y/N's ass, caressing over the marks he'd made and soothing them temporarily, before one made its way towards her pussy.

"All this and I haven't even touched you properly." He comments, fingers running across her lips and coating them with her slick.

They were only at thirteen, but that was enough, the two were clearly desperate for more.

Y/N whined at Kit's touch, it wasn't much but it was the most she'd felt in months, and tried to grind against his hand. At this, Kit moved it away, tutting at her.

He mutters out a 'behave' and Y/N hears the metallic jangling of his belt being unbuckled, the sound bringing heat to the tips of her ears and the corners of her lips to twitch upwards.

His hand goes back to her pussy, rubbing it and finding her clit, repeating small circles around it. Y/N moans and bucks her hips, resting her head against the desk she was bent over.

"You're so needy, Doll, all for me." Kit watches her writh on his fingers, one hand working on her clit and the other now going towards her entrance.

The way she pulled him in mesmerised him, her sounds a sweet overture, and he bit his bottom lip in concentration.

"Fuck me," Y/N says airily, letting out a gasp as Kit curled his fingers inside her, "Please, I need it."

Kit was already hard, but if he wasn't Y/N's pleas would have him up in an instant, "I don't have any rubbers, are you sure?" He stops fingering her, Y/N whining at the loss of contact.

Even as far gone as the two were now, Kit wanted to make sure Y/N was comfortable every step of the way.

Nodding, Y/N lifted her head and looked towards Kit, "Just pull out." She says, reassuringly, because everyone knew the pull out method was 100% effective.

That was enough for Kit, he took a deep breath in, "I want to see you," He mutters, pulling Y/N up from her bend over position upon the desk to instead sit on the edge facing him.

Sitting on the hard surface stung but the wood offered a cooling effect alongside it, but eitherway she'd forget the pain soon enough, moulding it to pleasure.

Y/N pulled Kit in for a kiss, hand delving into his hair; it was open mouthed and desperate, teeth clashing a few times without a care from the couple. Glancing at the clock, Y/N knew she should be conscious of time, Sister Jude could return any minute, but she neglected voicing this concern to Kit.

Kit's hand trailed under Y/N's dress, trailing across her stomach before resting on her left boob. In a joint effort, the two managed to get it off, leaving Y/N now in only a bra.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She says jokingly, with a wink, hand going behind her back to unclasp the bra, wanting Kit to take his shirt of.

Maybe being completely naked was unnecessary, scratch that, it absolutely was completely unnecessary, and was bound to make getting caught worse but that thought didn't cross the minds of Kit and Y/N right now. If it had however, it merely would have been more motivation.

Rejoining to kiss, after a second Kit moves from Y/N's lips to her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck.

"I'm going in." He tells her in advance, the head of his cock teasingly stroking her pussy lips before finally he pushes in.

Kit allows Y/N time to adjust, sliding his length in slowly before bottoming out and waiting for her instruction to continue. At her command he moved, setting a steady pace thrusting in and out.

Y/N leant her head against Kit's shoulder, trying to suppress any sounds knowing the walls of the asylum could be awfully thin when you didn't want them to be.

One of Kit's hands snuck from Y/N's waist to her cunt, going back to play with her clit, and the other venturing to her breast to toy with her nipples, resulting in a sharp gasp from the girl.

Digging her nails into Kit's back, his cock hitting just the right spot, Y/N brings herself to say something she's been holding back

"God, Kit, I think Jude's going to come back soon..—" She manages to force out between laboured breaths and whimpered moans.

"Well, we better make this quick then Suga'." Kit sped up his pace, Y/N arching her back.

She bucked her hips to matched his thrusts, throwing her head back.

Within the next few minutes the office was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin, sweat humidifying the air and stifled moans of pleasure.

Kit let out a groan, "Doll, I'm close—" His hips juddered, pace becoming somewhat erratic.

Y/N hummed, going in to kiss Kit, moaning a soft 'me too' into his mouth.

As Kit pulled out to have his own release, his hands never left Y/N, fingers replacing his cock as his cum coated her stomach. Y/N let out a shuddered gasp, letting out one final moan as the coil deep inside her finally snapped, reaching her high. Kit continued to pleasure her through it, only stopping when she fell slack in his arms and tried to steady her breathing.

She clung onto Kit and slowly regained herself, glancing at the clock, "Shit, we need to clean up before—"

Speak of the devil and he should appear, or rather she in this case, Y/N's mother had always said, for once in her life the saying proved true.

The door opening loudly, Y/N and Kit froze, giving eachother a look of worry before slowly turning and meeting eyes with a livid Sister Jude.

Dear God, there was no saving them today.

#Kit walker x reader #Ahs x reader #American horror story x reader #Evan Peters x reader #Ahs asylum #Ahs 2 #Kit walker #Ahs #American horror story #Evan peters #Imagine #Headcanon #Drable #One shot #Female reader

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soupbabe · 3 years

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I think it was me ? Can I get the crusaders x reader who is a huge nerd and talks about ethics and morals often and video games and if they aren't talking about that they're quiet but when they get closer to the reader they're really loud and huge dumb ass, really sarcastic too and keeps their chill personality if they have to but their secretly really hyper and a child? Platonic for Joseph ofc

Stardust Crusaders x Smart (ish) Reader HCs

Yet again my personal favorites shine through in this 😔 also these are kind of a mess? My bad

Joseph Joestar (Platonic)

You were like a saint to have around on the trip half the time

You had a vast knowledge of the countries the group traveled to and without you, chances are he would've offended many people if you weren't there to correct his language

You didn't mind hanging around Mr. Joestar, he was funny and a good leader. He had that vibe to him that made it very easy to open up to

On occasion you would have to room with him and it usually was a night filled with dumb jokes (from the both of you) and Joseph telling you stories from his younger years

You would interupt during some stories, putting in what you would've done or general opinions

"That Kars person, you said that he could transform any body part he could. Does that mean he could've been like a Catboy?"

Y/N what the hell are you talking about.

Don't tell the man who lost a hand to a god that his enemy probably would've looked cute in cat ears.

Jotaro Kujo

You were seen as the "smart kid" at his school. Decent grades, teachers liked you, go to tutor, etc

Jotaro just knows you as the person who gives their detailed notes to him when he skips out on a lesson

He didn't pay any attention to you until one day from accross the school courtyard, he heard you seriously talking about a "demon" haunting you to your friends

You even brought it out, but turns out no one else but Jotaro could see it

That was the beginning of how y'all became friends, mostly thru Star being curious and poking around [stand name]

Beep bop boop Egypt time

A lot of your time in Egypt was telling Jotaro about how in the different countries they'll be traveling to, they'll be able to find different kinds of animals they wouldn't usually see in Japan

Jotaro actually enjoys your constant ramblings about the stuff you like, even if he doesn't really care too much about your nagging about how rude he treats people who really don't deserve it

his nicknames for you include "nerd" and "dumbass" but he means it in an affectionate way I swear

He really finds it cute when you have your dumb moments

He had to hide a smile behind his hat when he saw your reaction to the baby in the Death 13 arc

You had no idea that babies could open their eyes until a complete full year, similarly to how kittens can't for about a week

Noriaki Kakyoin

You both enjoy talking to each other a lot

I fully believe that you two's version of "flirting" is telling each other so many things you know to impress each other

Once you were able to open up to him more, he definitely enjoyed laughing at your dumb moments

Sometimes Kakyoin would question if you're actually alright when he finds out how dumb you can act sometimes

Y/N that's a raccoon not a puppy???

You both enjoy talking about video games together so much

Imagine staying up late talking about the lore of your favorite game and Kakyoin providing his own theories with you omg

3am Fnaf lore with Kakyoin 😳?

You both stay up all night trying to hack into Kakyoin's Gameboy and Kakyoin loves seeing the smile on your face when it works

Muhammad Avdol

He loves you so much its unbelievable

It was like you were made for each other tbh. You still had a lot of things in common with him, but your more laid back and careless side was still able to get him out of his comfort zone

He doesn't mind a reckless partner, but it's not too much that he feels as if he's taking care of a child instead of an s/o

He loves discussing your views on things and how your experiences led you to your current beliefs

You both give book recommendations to each other <3

But he'd be lying if he said that seeing you go wide eyed at various jewlry at markets and you mumbling "shiny" under your breath wasn't the cutest thing he ever saw

He sometimes teaches you how to do fortune telling and he's a very good teacher too

Positive reinforcement with kisses bby

You definitely proved him wrong when he said "There's no such things as stupid questions, ask away darling"

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

He would tell you that he was a man of philosophy just to get your attention, but would barely hang on to it when you start a discussion about it

It's not like he's stupid, but when you get to the details of things, he gets lost

Constantly praises you for being so smart

Loves hearing you ramble on about anything. Yes he isn't knowledgeable about video games, but it's hard to tell you to stop when your eyes light up when you're passionate about something

You both constantly get targeted by the enemies for goofing off together

But it's okay Polnareff would always be there for you and it's not like you're weak either

You just have poor fighting stragedy

When you and Pol room together it's so lighthearted and fun

You also fell for Cameo's genie like stand with him

You both agreed to split the wishes

You wished for your favorite animal to be your pet. You're a simple person with simple wishes

You both got so disappointed when it turned out it was a stand all along, both mumbling and complaining about how stupid it was

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba part 3 #jojos bizzare adventure stardust crusaders #jjba x reader #stardust crusaders #stardust crusaders x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #muhammad avdol x reader #muhammad avdol #jean pierre polnareff x reader #jean pierre polnareff

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jungxk · 4 years

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crush

filed under. i totally forgot i wrote this. also i like the name eunmi sue me

notes. thank you to @lonelyending for reading thru this crusty story and making me feel good enough about it again to post it. also @suga-kookiemonster bc im pretty sure i sent u this like a year ago and u told me to post it it but....i forgot abt it shdgjsgd. writing/life in general has been hard recently so pls accept this kookfic to hold yous over until i update just one

genre. fluff, light comedy, light angst, smut

warnings. smut (oral sex: f receiving, penetrative unprotected sex)

length. 5.1k

the first thing jungkook thinks when he sees you is wow.

he hasn't been up for very long, and you don't even know he's looking at you through the window. yoongi-hyung has wrapped you up in his arms as you sob and sob, muted behind the protective hospital glass. even with messy hair and wet eyes he's starstruck. it's why he recoils slightly when jimin and namjoon explain to him that you're his wife.

"my," he can't even say the word. "my..."

"your wife," namjoon repeats. "you know what a wife is, right? marriage?"

"yes," jungkook huffs, digging his nails into his scalp. "i lost my memory, hyung, not my fucking brain cells."

he suddenly registers the gold band glistening on his left hand, simple and heavy. he has to take a second to collect himself. "but...but i'm twenty-three. right? i am twenty-three, yeah?"

"yeah. you are," jimin says softly.

"then how the fuck am i already married? not that i'm complaining i just," he suddenly turns pink at the thought of you in a wedding dress, clinging onto his arm, breakfast dates, late night ramen runs at the convenience store, painting the living room in a house you probably share, naked in bed on top of him. jungkook clears his throat. "it just seems a little out of character for me. i can't commit to a pair of shoes for a week let alone-"

"i think it's best if you just spoke with ____," jimin finishes before jungkook can work himself into a frenzy, a comforting hand laying on his shoulder. "you two need to talk anyway and it's best if all these answers came from her."

jungkook gulps at the thought of speaking to you, seeing you face to face. suddenly he's a cripplingly shy fourteen year old again.

"okay." he croaks. "okay."

you were even more beautiful up close.

your tear stained cheeks are glowing and blotchy when you perch on the chair beside his bed, big eyes fluttering up at him nervously. you're soft and plush and shorter than he thought and jungkook has to fist his hands in the sheets and play a counting game with the heart rate monitor in order to maintain eye contact. he feels himself start to sweat when you smile sadly at him. "sorry, i just...i don't know how to be around you normally without making you uncomfortable," you say quietly, wringing your hands together to avoid touching him.

"uncomfortable?" he queries, gaze latching onto the ring on your hand. seeing it on you gives him a nice feeling.

you nod into your lap. "yeah, um..." you look at your scuffed shoes, searching for the word. "we're usually very...touchy."

he can feel himself turning red again. "t-touchy?"

you meet his eyes and a pretty smile breaks over your face at how bashful he looks, making jungkook's cheeks tinge even pinker than they already are. you nod cutely so your earrings tinkle, eyes shining, and suddenly he understands without any context why he fell in love with you, why he married you so young. you let a comfortable silence settle over the room before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself. "how much do you remember, jungkook?"

he tries not to cave under the weight of his guilt. "not a lot about...you, that is," he finishes with a wince, your sad eyes immediately making him wilt with shame. "i remember everything up until a couple of years ago. we had a show at the japanese dome, debuted in america, and then...nothing. and now..."

"and now," you echo softly. your eyes look distant, staring at the floor.

"i'm sorry," jungkook whispers, chin touching his chest. "hyung told me...they all told me how much i loved you and...and i'm sorry i don't remember any of it. i'm so sorry."

you shake your head gently. "don't be sorry, jungkook-ah," the pet name makes his ears perk up. its a familiar, calming sound. "none of this is your fault. you didn't ask to get hit by that car." your expression turns remorseful, tugging at his heart. "if anything, this is because of me. the only reason you were out was because i asked you to go and get eggs and formula even though i should've remembered to pick some up on the way home and-"

"no, no! please don't blame yourself," jungkook tries, wishing he was close enough or even brave enough to take your hand. you look up at him and he catches a glimpse of the endless pool of love you harbour for him, like a punch to the chest. "i don't ever want you thinking this was your fault. so ple-" he pauses. "wait, formula?"

the door bursts open before he can finish, pitter patter steps rounding his bed until it reaches the other side, where you sit. a little girl with big dark eyes and curls of dark hair stares at him in wonder and elation, her cheeks dimpling just like yours before she screeches, "appa!"

jungkook's mouth goes dry. appa?

you're quick to intervene, putting yourself in the toddlers path to scoop her up in your arms. her grabby little hands struggle over your shoulder, fingers wriggling in attempt to get as close to jungkook as possible. he only stares with wide eyes and an open mouth, heart hammering in his chest when he sees the uncanny resemblances: his round nose. your brown skin but just a twinge fairer. his hooded eyes. and his stomach lurches.

"shhh, eunmi," you coo as you carry her away even with her squirming. "remember what i said before? appa is sick. appa is sick, baby-"

"we have a child?" jungkook wheezes, eyes starting to glaze over. there's a bout of silence when you look back at him guiltily, the baby's fumbling grinding to a halt when she registers the tension in the air. jungkook's breath is barely a whisper. "is that my daughter?"

your face crumples with a fresh bout of tears and eunmi looks on worriedly. she pushes her little lips into your cheek in a baby's kiss, like she's seen her father do so many times to get your attention. the word "amma," is muffled into your skin until you get yourself together and press a short kiss to her head.

yoongi rushes in, face twisted in apology. "i swear to god i turned around for one minute and-"

"it's okay, yoongi," you say quietly, stroking the baby's head. "eunmi, stay with uncle just a bit longer, okay? amma will be back in a minute..."

"appa," she whines over your shoulder, reaching for jungkook who sits helplessly in his bed. he watches with tears wetting his eyelashes, heart twisting in agony at the sight of his child he doesn't remember stretching her arms out for him. she begins to cry when he doesn't react or coo her. like he used to.

"take her, yoongi," you say shakily, passing the baby to him. the sound of eunmi's crying makes your heart shatter all over again, yoongi's quiet hushing doing nothing to qualm her sobbing as the heavy door closes behind them.

the silence that falls between the two of you is nothing short of excruciating. jungkook's head spins, completely overwhelmed: is that why you both got married so young? because of a child? was this why jimin and namjoon wouldn't say a damn thing about his life until he spoke to you first?

and then all the other questions that followed: was he a good father? when was his daughter's birthday? did she like kimchi and banana milk too? did he sing to her? read to her often?

would she ever forgive him for not being able to remember her?

"her name is eunmi," you say, looking down at the floor when jungkook starts to cry.

jungkook doesn't understand how his baby could be so pretty. she's golden brown like those sandy beaches on postcards, with chubby cheeks and twinkling dark eyes that resemble yours to a t, and that's when he realises of course she's beautiful. she's yours. you balance eunmi on your hip while you make coffee - decaf, since you're still weaning - and despite the amnesia jungkook feels like he's been here before, in this warm, happy place that is the kitchen.

"she got your nose though," you remind him, dumping the baby in his lap upon her fussing. she always seemed to wind down under his touch, and although nervous about the sudden responsibility of fatherhood, jungkook is compelled to give it. eunmi doesn't understand anything's changed so he doesn't see why he should act like it. "she's whiny before her milk too. like you."

"hey!" he retorts, but can't exactly defend himself. he twirls his fingers around her curly pigtails until she catches on and tries to stand on his thighs, reaching for his hair to yank. jungkook lets her. he's barely known his daughter a week and he's already so smitten he'd let her gut him open with a butter knife.

"she missed you, you know. when you were in hospital all this time," you say, making him look up to watch you stare into your drink. the fear still lingers in your eyes, faint and persistent. he can see it every time you look at him and it makes his body yearn to touch you like he once did, like he once would have before his brain unlearned everything his heart didn't. you laugh while watching eunmi pull his hair again, making him hiss. "even yoongi tried but no one coddles her as much as you."

"really?" he asks, face lighting up. he's so happy to hear that. jungkook hates the way the question bubbles up in the back of his throat, like it'd make a difference or it'd change how he felt. but he has to ask it. "is that why...is that why we got married so early, then?" he says, trying to sound as offhand as possible. "because of eunmi?"

you chew your lip. "yeah. i mean, you said it wasn't a big deal. because you were going to marry me eventually so it didn't make a difference, but...it doesn't really matter i guess, because that's not what everyone else thinks," you pause, tracing the rim of your mug again. "that's certainly not what your fans think."

jungkook doesn't even want to think about it. the backlash, the gossip, the name calling and dehumanisation. for the first time in his life jungkook couldn't give less of a shit about his reputation. "i'm sorry," he says, feeling like the word has lost meaning by now with how much he's said it. "i'm so sorry. not for this, for us or for eunmi. i don't regret any of that i just," he shifts the baby in his lap, still getting used to her weight. "i can only imagine what you went through."

you look a bit bewildered. "...you said that last time too." you smile again reassuringly. "please don't feel solely responsible, kook-ah. you didn't exactly get me pregnant on your own."

he flushes tomato red and you giggle at him until eunmi joins in too.

jungkook can't keep his eyes off you while you play with the baby, comb out her hair, sing her lullabies while you bathe her together. he'd always wanted a whirlwind romance as a teen and it looks like he finally got it, because he can feel himself fall head first in love with you (all over again). it didn’t make sense for someone to be so collected and easygoing after having motherhood forced onto you so abruptly. you tell him often that he's a picture-perfect dad, but jungkook still doubts he compares.

"does she need a change?" he asks, struggling to keep all of eunmi's wriggling limbs in his grip.

"nope, just hungry," you say, reaching out when he passes the baby to you. you're about to stand up and go to the guest room to feed her, but jungkook is already arranging the pillows next to him for you, grabbing a baby cloth on the side too.

"do you need another pillow?" he muses aloud, but he's already grabbing the ones on his side of the bed before you can answer, forming a wedge for you to sit nicely beside him. he looks up at you when you fail to move. "are you okay?"

"yeah i, um," you chew your lip nervously. "you don't...mind me feeding here?"

you immediately regret the question once it leaves your mouth. jungkook's crestfallen expression hits you right in the stomach, round eyes glittering up at you. he hasn't looked this upset since he woke up nearly a month ago. "why would i ever mind?”

"oh jungkook," you sniff, sitting beside him. he pulls you into the nest of pillows beside him, arm winding protectively around your shoulders. your eyes brim with sympathy tears, tired and angry and upset with treating him like a stranger.

"if i make you feel uncomfortable, i can go," he offers quietly. "if it makes you feel weird i understand..."

"no, not at all," you rush to stop him, suddenly realising how close you are. you could kiss his pink little lips if you just tilted your head up. "i just didn't want to make you feel weird. all this new stuff is happening to you, you're suddenly a husband and a father with no recollection of signing up or it and i just...i don't know how much you want to invest the second time around," you scramble to finish your sentence when he pins you with a concerned expression. “as in, i understand if you don’t want to make the same choice twice. it’s a big decision.”

he shakes his head dismissively. there wasn't a thing in the world that could make him turn his back on his family but it looked like you still needed convincing. he peers at you curiously when you position the baby. "so i can stay?"

you smile at him eagerly. "of course," you undo the nursing strap of your bra before the baby finally latches. "i actually prefer it when you're here. it makes me feel safe."

jungkook watches quietly while you hum for the baby, playing with her little hand while she drinks. the adoration seeps out of him in waves, how serene you look while you rock her, how angelic eunmi looks while she blinks her big doll eyes up at you both. she won't stay this little forever. he feels so overwhelmed by it, gathering you further in his arms with the urge to hold his family in his hands like a diamond. you don't question the little sniffles jungkook buries into your hair, resting your head on his shoulder wordlessly. you missed being held by him, missed his cotton scent and gentle breath.

"i love her so much," he whispers into the shell of your ear, entranced by the baby's little gurgles and gulps. he reaches out to run his knuckle over the velvet of her cheek, round and stuffed with milk. "i feel like i'll die, i love her so much."

"me too," you smile. "it was scary and hard for a long time but...i'm so glad we had her. i wouldn't trade her for anything."

you feel jungkook's lips trace your temple, heart stuttering upon the sudden contact. you hear what he doesn’t say: i wouldn't trade either of you.

"why are you so sweaty?" jimin scowls, noting the dark patches under jungkook's t-shirt when he tries to take the baby from his arms. "it's not even humid today."

jungkook doesn't do anything but gulp and cuddle a sleeping eunmi closer to his chest. she's become somewhat of a security blanket for him; even if she wasn't awake to play, he was always itching to hold her and nuzzle into her head when he's tense or embarrassed. like now.

"leave him alone, you know he sweats when he's shy," yoongi grins.

"stop it," jungkook mumbles.

"shy? what for?"

"because he's got a crush on his wife," namjoon snickers, knowing jungkook would whack him one if his arms weren't around his kid. "why are you looking at me like that? it's true!"

"but you can't just say it! she'll hear!" he hisses.

"you're married," jimin deadpans but it only makes the younger boy curl in on his baby more. "god, this reminds of when you two met. remember how he used to hide behind manager hyung every time ____ came in? and then i had to listen to them fuck in the next room for a year only to end up back here all over again-"

"jungkook," you call. "where did these come from?" you walk into the sitting room with a bouquet of yellow roses nestled in your arms. "did a fan send them? i didn't see a note they were just on the worktop-"

"th-those are for you," he mumbles. "i got those for you."

you look so pretty when you stare it makes him sweat harder and the three older boys all but burst a vein in their head trying not to laugh when leaving the room. there's an awkward silence where you clutch the flowers and he clutches the baby. "thank you," you say finally. "they're beautiful, i love the colour yellow..."

his big doe eyes round up to look at you even though the lower half of his face is smushed into pigtails. "you're welcome."

"can i kiss you?" you blurt out, too fast to stop it. your cheeks are still stinging and you're pretty sure you have baby powder in your hair but jungkook looks at you with awe as he nods so vigorously his earrings shake.

so you do, leaning over the arm of the sofa to press your mouth over his long enough for both your breaths to catch. you pull away, moving to sit next to him so his free arm can wind around your shoulders when you kiss him again. "please," he mumbles when you part. "please don't ask to kiss me. just do it," he leans for another long, warm kiss that leaves you light headed. "stop tip-toeing around me, okay? we're married. i know i scare easy, but not that easy."

you feel giddy, finally feeling the weight being lifted piece by piece. "okay," you peck his mole endearingly before scooting up for another kiss. "i missed this."

"me too," he hums into your mouth. "it feels like the first time but also...not the first time, you know? not just because i don't remember but like," he doesn't know how to say it, wetting his lips thoughtfully. your chapstick is cherry flavoured, his favourite. "like we've been doing this for longer than both of us even realise. longer than this life."

"i know," you nod. "i know."

after a while, you forgot about jungkook's amnesia altogether. even though the chances of him making a full recovery were slim, it all felt so normal and back to routine, all the kissing and the cuddling and the playing with eunmi. there was almost no room for trepidation anymore. until now.

you moan into jungkook's mouth when he pulls you onto his thighs, big hands palming your ass when you grind into him. he's only mildly concerned that he'll cum in his pants at this rate but he doesn't fret too much: that was secondary to undressing you and touching you and pleasing you and making you scream as loud as he could make you without waking the baby. he has nearly three years of re-learning your body to catch up on and he's eager to start.

he's quickly reminded during this process that you are a master. you know exactly where to kiss him, exactly how much pressure to kneed into his cock with your hips, exactly how much tongue he wants in his mouth until he's whining and damp for you. of course you know his body like the back of your hand - your child wasn't conceived from thin air. it makes him all the more desperate to learn, almost antsy to get his mouth and hands on you until you're writhing and breathless beneath him.

you gasp when you feel his hand slip between your legs, rubbing his fingers over your shorts. you automatically rock your covered wetness into his touch, the long whimper you muffle into his neck sending jungkook soaring through the clouds with pride. you're so lost in the feeling, having missed it so much, you're barely able to squeak a stop! when he hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your panties.

his eyes shoot open. "what's wrong?"

"j-jungkook," you shuffle in his grip, feeling so embarrassed under his scrutiny you don't know where to look. "it's not that i want you to stop but. listen, just," you cling to his shoulders, shivering when his hands drag reassuringly up to your waist. "just remember that...i've had a kid, okay? i'm not gonna look like before."

he blinks. "i don't remember what you looked like before."

"no, i mean like," you lick your lips, tasting him there. "it's still something to keep in mind. i'm not gonna be as smooth and perky in places like all those idol girls you perform next to, so just-" he watches you fumble nervously in his lap, the growing disbelief making him blink. "don't expect too much okay? things might not look the way you imagine them to and i don't want you to feel-"

"stop," he cuts off, tugging you so you're seated over his erection again. the look jungkook pins you with is so intense you can feel your pulse thrum in your ears, the harsh rise and fall of his chest making him appear that much more passionate. "this body," he slips his hands up your top, palming your skin. "made my child. i take offence to it being spoken about with anything less than admiration, even by you."

"kook-ah," you say nervously, but still let him remove your pj top over your head before you laying you under him on the bed. you don't know why your eyes suddenly prick with tears when he traces over your stretch marks and discoloured skin with his smooth lips. "this kept my daughter warm," he kisses under your navel, sliding up to your heavy breasts. he kisses each darkened nipple, swollen from the baby's mouth. "these feed her." he rises further still, before planting his mouth on your forehead in a short peck. "and this raises her. so how can i be anything but proud to touch you?"

"jungkook, stop," you sniff, tears wetting your lashes. your eyes fall shut when he wipes them away with his thumb, lips ghosting over your cheeks and nose.

"what did i say about tip-toeing around me?" he whispers, forcing you to look him in the eye. only then do you see the tears there, all the ardour and respect he holds for you pooling in those brown depths. "i'm your husband. let me be your husband."

you kiss him before you can start crying again, letting him part your mouth and taste you long and hard before finally undressing himself and slipping your shorts off. this is all a first for him, and it's been so long since you've done this it's almost like a first for you too, frantic and messy and desperate to feel jungkook lodged inside you where he belongs. you know he must share the sentiment when he splits your thighs over the narrow of his hips, hooking them there while he gets a good look of his erection rubbing through your slick.

no wonder i knocked her up, jungkook muses faintly. i don't think i can ever stop doing this.

"jungkook, please," you run a hand through his hair, grinding against his cock in encouragement but he still won't take the plunge. instead, your voice reminds him of his initial objective, causing him to saunter down between your legs faster than you can process. he's licking into you before you can have a second thought about it, mouth falling open with a loud moan when he traces around your clit in firm circles.

he has your knees over his shoulders and his arms wound around your hips so you have nowhere to go, nothing to do but buck into his attentive mouth, jungkook's groans vibrating against you until you can barely keep yourself together - he's always enjoyed this as much as you have. which is why he takes his time, explores every crevice and subsequent response, relishing in the gush of wetness when he does something right. he even goes as far as holding his tongue stagnant against your folds so you have no choice but to rub yourself into him for friction, so entranced he is by your invigorating reactions. only when you're squirming and whimpering with deliriousness does he finally give in and resume a steady pace over your swollen clit, two fingers sliding in home so you have something to come around. and you do.

messy and wet and shrieking into the pillow by your head so that you're muffled enough to not wake the baby down the hall, your orgasm drawing out longer than normal as you do your best to ride it out. jungkook carries you through it, gulping down as much of your arousal as he can manage until your hips finally drop back into the bed in post-climax exhaustion. on the contrary, the only reason he stops lapping at you is because you tug him away by the hair, bringing him up to you and between your legs again before he can do anything about it.

he splutters with a moan at the sudden contact of your wetness against his cock again, eyes fluttering shut and allowing you to bring him in, arms and legs winding securely around him so that you're flush against each other, hips rocking in tandem. jungkook is so caught up in the feeling - not the sex but the safety of being held, being connected like this - that you're the one to reach down and position his tip against your hot center, before finally running your hands down your husband's back to cup his ass and shove him into you.

jungkook gasps, breath shaking at how tight you are. you're so hot, so snug around him his eyes shut upon instinct, letting your hands guide his hips and showing him how to move in that perfect rolling motion that you're only familiar with after years of practice. and jungkook, of course, is a fast learner. it doesn't take long for him to take the reigns and fuck you just how you like it, adding in a sharp snap of his hips every now and again just to listen to you squeak in surprise. the wet sounds of your joined arousal coupled with you moaning under him is near cathartic, sending him hurtling to his finish line.

but before he can get there you shift him over, thick thighs helping you roll and pin him under you on the bed. jungkook grapples at your waist when you resume a slower but harder rock of your hips that has his length grinding against your clenching walls, his head thrown back at the intensity of it. you ride him through it, peppering the moles on his pretty neck with kisses and sucks, mouth finding his stiff little nipple to give it a swirl too. it's exactly what he needs to finish off, fingers digging into your flesh as he bucks wildly, filling you full of his seed while he calls your name. you slow to a stop when his hands finally fall limp on your thighs, his chest heaving under you and covered in sweat. you giggle. he always got so sweaty.

"you did so well, kookie," you whisper, kissing his damp neck and collar bones. his arms are suddenly around you again for comfort. "you were so good for me...always so good to me..."

"you," he croaks finally, eyes half lidded and a little delirious. "you didn't finish?"

you giggle at his genuine concern, pecking his wet lips. "i got mine, remember?"

"how many times?" jungkook is suddenly alert, tugging your wrist to get your attention before you can climb off him. his other hand is still around your middle so moving was out of the question until he allowed it. he was still inside you. "how many times do i usually make you come?"

you blink in embarrassment. you never really thought about it, let alone counted. "um...i don't know..." he waits for an answer, awfully serious about it. "a-at least two or three, i guess."

you yelp when he flips you back over, fingers immediately prying your cum soaked folds apart to nestle inside. "then don't act like we're done."

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook au #jungkook scenario #jungkook smut #myfic #dont we all love a memory loss au

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harry potter characters first date/first kiss

includes: harry, ron, george, and fred

warnings: food mention, there are a couple parts wherein i typed some stuff in all caps, kissing, my suckish writing. that’s all, i think, let me know if i should add any more :)

a/n: hello!!! i am very bored and this idea just came to me so we’ll be doing some preferences/headcanons for first dates with the harry potter characters! idk if i’ll do well on this one but i’ll tryehd. i also tried to make it gender neutral so if i made any mistake on that, let me know :) i did not proofread this so i’m sorry if it sucksjsn. anyways here we go!

Harry

- i have a feeling that he’d just bring you to the three broomsticks and treat you with a lil butterbeer and some snacks!

- it’ll probably be a bit awkward at first but you guys start warming up to each other and keep talking about random stuff like school, quidditch and so on.

- there were also A LOT of stolen glances

- and the look in your eyes, them lips, and back to your eyes? it did not go unnoticed. you both really wanted to kiss each other trust me

- you guys will be so caught up in the conversation that you lost track of time and saw later on that it was very late already.

- he offers to walk you back to your dorms and of course you accepted

- you walked in a comfortable silence until you reached your dorms or outside your common room

- you hugged each other goodbye and stared into each other’s eyes before snapping out of it

- harry turned around to walk back to his dorms and you sighed as you turned to your door

- that was until, you decided to run up to him and do your thing. you had fun with him tonight and found out about all your differences and similarities. you fell for him.

- you ran up to him, grabbed his face and pulled him to a kiss. he was shocked and freezed for a moment before pulling you in by your waist and kissing you deeply.

- man, oh man. this guy’s as red as his best friend’s hair.

- “oh- uh wow. okay.”

- you both laughed and ended up cuddling with each other in the gryffindor common room :)

Ron

- he wouldn’t really know where to bring you at first so he asked hermione for some help

- she suggested for you guys to go to hogsmeade and he thought it was a great idea

- he was a bit nervous at first and his ears were very red but you thought it was adorable

- you guys didn’t really know where to go to at first but you decided to go for some ice cream and so, you did.

- at florean fortescue’s ice cream parlor, sat two lovebirds, y/n and ron 🥰

- you guys would laugh about anything and everything. literally like anything.

- you saw someone’s sling bag moving around and jumping everywhere on it’s own, bringing the person with it and you guys found it hard not to laugh but you eventually felt bad for them and helped them ‘cause y’all are good people 😌

- after ice cream, you guys really just went around.

- you went to the three broomsticks (more food yay!! sjsj), honeydukes, and even zonkos.

- though, much to ron’s dismay, george and fred were there and oh the teasing

- “ooooo, little ickle ronnikins got himself a date.”

- “how’s it going? did he embarass himself yet?”

- “did you snog yet?”

- you both blushed so very hard at this statement

- ron literally smacked both of them turned to you, asking if you wanted to leave the place

- you chuckled and nodded

- you guys went close to the shrieking shack, just staring at it and examining it.

- you guys had sweet short conversations about who knows what until a silence went through both of you

- the only things you could hear were the sound of the wind and a few chatters from the people at the back

- ron gathered all his courage and looked at you

- “can i kiss you?” he asked suddenly, leaving you surprised

- “well, i mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to, that was just- i don’t know- okay that was creepy now that i thin-“

- you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to you. you kissed him so passionately and this guy just stood there until he processed what was happening

- you guys pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes

- “of course i want to kiss you.”

- you both smiled wide until you heard familiar voices shouting from the back

- “WOHOOOO RONNY FINALLY HAD HIS FIRST KISS!”

- “WAY TO GO RON, YOU GOT A GOOD ONE”

- you guys laughed and were all flustered please y’all were just standing therekdjjd

- you looked into each other’s eyes once again but you felt something drip down on your head.

- rain.

- you guys ran to the nearest shelter and held on to each other, laughing. it was something you’ll never forget.

George

- honestly feel like he’d panicsjjs

- like he wouldn’t really know what to do so he asks for help from ginny. luna volunteered to help as well :)

- they planned a little picnic date for you two in the quidditch pitch

- you guys had a bunch of snacks, drinks and all the goodies

- at one point, you guys flew on broomsticks together around the pitch and just screaming your lungs out

- it was fun.

- you listened to some music using a little record player he brought and there were so many good ones

- one song you guys absolutely loved though was “just the two of us” by grover washington

- he took your hand and danced with you and huge grins were plastered upon both your faces

- he suddenly stopped and looked into your eyes, doen to your lips and back to your eyes

- you both leaned in

- your stomach was filled with so many butterflies as you leaned-

- “GEORGE! PUT ME DOWN!”

- “NEVER!”

- this man had the audacity to carry you over his shoulder just as you were about to kiss 😒

- you guys ran around the pitch laughing hysterically

- like literally everyone in the gryffindor common room can hear you screaming laughingdjdu

- he finally put you down, trying to calm down and fix his breathing. you tried to as well

- you two finally calmed down and once again, looked into each other’s eyes

- this time it happened, i promise

- man, your heart was filled with so much joy and so was his

- you guys stargazed when it finally turned night time

- your head was laid on his lap and his hands were on his head as you both were looking up to the beautiful night sky

- you both talked about who knows what til you fell asleep.

- he didn’t mind, he thought you were adorable

- he brought you to your dorm room and laid you down.

- “sleep tight, beautiful.” he said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead

Fred (let’s assume you’re a muggleborn/half blood for this one)

- i feel his would be kind of? spontaneous but it still went very well

- at the great hall, he sent you a note telling you to meet him at “4 pm, quidditch pitch. today. see you there ;)”

- you looked back up at him to see him winking at you and you just laughed

- later that afternoon, you sat at the empty bleachers and just sat there, waiting patiently for freddie to come and meet you

- he arrived a few minutes later on his quidditch broom

- “cmon y/l/n, hop on.”

- he lowered down his broom close to you so that you could get on

- “what? hop on? what do you mean hop on?”

- “we’re going for a joy ride, love.”

- he sent you a wink and oh my gosh you were flustered which was a rare occurrence for you

- “joy ride? to where?”

- “the muggle world.”

- that cheeky grin still on his face

- “wait. what if we get caught- i don’t wan-“

- “we won’t. i promise you. now, stop asking so many questions and hop on.”

- you sighed and smiled an finally joined him

- you’d never admit it to him but you were pretty excited

- he’d never admit to you either the fact that he loved the feeling your head resting on his back

- anyways, back to the date

- you guys arrived at this really tall huilding and landed there

- “fred, i told you, people will see us. stop playing around.”

- this guy just laughed at you and found your anger cute for some reasonsjs

- you were scolding him ‘cause you almost got caught so many timesidjd

- but yk you couldn’t really stay mad at him

- you went down to the streets but you left his broom there on the building

- you went to so many places

- you guys went to a couple stores, even shopping ones

- you never really bought anything though lmfao

- you stumbled across a 7/11 as well and bought a few slushies

- by a few i mean 5 for each of you

- yeah, it seems like too much but you guys didn’t really care at the moment

- plus they tasted great

- you guys walked around more and found a cute little cafe

- fred didn’t really wanna go in at first but he saw how much you wanted to so he agreed

- there was a little stage on there with some instruments and a microphone

- yeah, he did.

- this guy went on that stage and rocked his heart out

- everyone loved it honestly

- and you were trying so hard not to laugh ‘cause he looked so adorably stupid

- he had a lot of fun

- next stop, a drive thru cinema

- okay, you guys don’t have cars but that didn’t stop you two

- you both sat in the middle front on the ground

- a cheesy rom com movie came on

- fred groaned and the other people shushed him and you laughed

- at one point, you put your head on his shoulder and he leaned his head on yours

- oh it was adorable

- you guys didn’t actually pay much attention to the movie, honestly

- you were both messing around, trying not to get in trouble and holding in your laughs as best as you can

- then, as you watched the movie

- the main characters finally kissed

- and fred decided that it was now or never

- he looked at you and grabbed your chin gently

- you looked at him and both of you immediately felt weak

- you were so beautiful under the moonlight

- your eyes sparkled like the stars

- his hair was a mess but you found it adorable (and attractive)

- his eyes were soft as he stared into yours

- and both of you leaned in

- it felt like a bunch of fireworks bursted in your chest

- you both smiled into the kiss

- and the people watching the movie clapped their hands

- they weren’t clapping at the movie, they were clapping for both of you

- “thank you, thank you! now, y/n y/l/n, will you take the honor of being the person i promise to take care of til the end of time? in short, be my dear significant other?”

- he leaned on one knee as he said this

- you tried to restrain yourself from smiling so hard but you failed

- “gladly.”

- everyone burst into cheers once again and fred carried, spun you around and kissed you again

- you loved it so much

- you both left the place holding hands, laughing and smiling because you both couldn’t really hold it in anymore

- you went back up to the building and flew back to hogwarts.

- he brought you to your dorm and kissed you goodnight

- “goodnight, beautiful .”

- “goodnight, handsome.”

- that was a night you will never forget

(i got a little carried away on this one, i just love the idea. let’s also pretend that no one noticed at all that two kids were flying on a broomstick, thanksushdjd)

ending a/n: i hope you all enjoyed this! i hope it wasn’t bad lmfaosjjd. i wanted to try something like this so here it is :) have a great day, everyone!!!

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter preferences #harry potter x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #ron weasley x reader #harry potter #sofia’s writing #i honestly feel like this sucks but idrc at this point #i had fun writing this one so

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jenonctcity · 5 years

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Burning Jealousy

[8:14pm]

Huang Renjun – Smut

Boyfriend!Au

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Oral (male receiving), dom!Renjun, face fucking/deep throating, rough sex.

Request: Requested by anon – Reader makes Renjun jealous and teases him until he can’t take it anymore and takes her to his room.

The moment you stepped through the threshold of the NCT Dream dorm you had already decided you wanted to tease Renjun. The inkling of the idea had popped into your head when Jaemin was the one to answer the door to let you inside. You couldn’t deny how handsome he looked in his comfortable clothes. With his pink hair laying fluffy against his forehead, his black adidas joggers showing the length of his long legs, and his white t-shirt tight against his biceps. Renjun was nowhere to be seen as you and Jaemin greeted each other, so with a cheeky smirk you leaned close to Jaemin’s ear and whispered into his ear your evil plan. He pulled his signature cheeky grin and nodded enthusiastically, overjoyed at the thought of winding up his older brother.

“Follow my lead little one. Pretend you’ve hurt your foot or something.” He mumbled as he ruffled your hair, scooping you up into his arms in a bridal carry and causing you to squeak loudly in surprise. He carried you through the dorm until you got to the living room, gently laying you on the sofa. “She tripped and hurt her foot.” Jaemin spoke with dominance in his tone, sitting by your feet and pulling them onto his lap. Renjun, sat on the opposite sofa furrowed his eyebrows and jumped up, sitting beside you quickly.

“Are you okay baby?” He grasped your hand in his own, looking concerned at you and scanning the rest of your body for injuries.

“I’m fine, its lucky Jaemin was there to catch me!” You didn’t look at Renjun as you spoke, instead keeping your eyes on Jaemin and missing the look of jealousy spark over your boyfriends’ features.

“You caught her?” He queried with an eyebrow raised. His back going up like a dog possessive over its food.

“Yeah, she just fell into my arms like a damsel in distress.” As Jaemin spoke he slowly started to massage your foot in his lap, looking at you with a sultry look. This wasn’t missed by Renjun, him shuffling closer to you.

“Jaemin you’re so strong…” You giggled in a flirty way, reaching out a hand and giving Jaemin’s bicep a squeeze. He automatically flexed the arm you had on him, making you giggle more. “Renjun isn’t he strong?” You turned your head to look at Renjun, giving him a wink as a subtle hint of your teasing. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, glancing at Jaemin again before fixing his eyes on you.

“I’m strong too…” He mumbled, folding his arms over his chest like a stroppy child.

“You never use your strength on me so I wouldn’t know.” You dismissed him, turning your focus back on the handsome boy rubbing your foot. “Jaemin that feels so goooood.” You let out a soft moan, biting your bottom lip and giving him a steamy look.

“Yeah, you like that?” He moved his gaze to linger on Renjun, staring him out as if to rub it in his face.

“What did you trip on?” Renjun piped up, getting antsy at not having your attention on him. His jealousy piping hot in the pit of his stomach. Igniting the spark of fury to travel up through his veins, making his hands twitch as he held himself back. The way he tensed up didn’t go unnoticed by Jaemin, him giving you a wink and a smirk in victory.

His question made your mind blank, not having prepared this far in advance of your lie. You hesitated before opening your mouth and stuttering. “Oh e-erm..” Jaemin also had no answer, stopping his fingers on your foot in suspense. “Just the erm…floor?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Renjun’s confidence shone through his words, making you turn to him with a bashful smile on your face. “I knew it.” He snapped, standing up in haste. “I’ll show you how fucking strong I am.” He pulled you up over his shoulder before you could put up a fight, a yelp leaving your lips in surprise. He marched through the dorm to his bedroom, Jaemin chuckling as he watched you.

“You’re welcome!” He pulled out his airpods from his hoodie pocket and put them in his ears, getting prepared for what’s about to echo through the dorms. “Thank god my babies aren’t here.” He mumbled to himself, referencing Chenle and Jisung who had left about half an hour ago to shopping.

The door to his room slammed shut with bang after he kicked it when he’d entered the room. He threw you on the bed, so you were sitting with your legs hanging over the edge. “You think you’re funny?” His tone was strong, scolding you over your playful antics.

“A little.” You smirked, looking up through your eyelashes at him. He stared down at you, giving his head a stern shake in disapproval of your backchat. “I wanted to see my very handsome, very sexy, and very strong boyfriend get jealous and punish me.” You bit your bottom lip as a technique to seduce him.

“Stop talking.” He growled, running his hand over your neck to the back of your head.

“Or what? You gonna make me?” You smirked, pushing his buttons as much as you possibly could. He gripped you by the hair on the back of your head, tugging your hair roughly, forcing your head back.

“I want you to make as much noise as you can so Jaemin knows just how good I can fuck you.” He whispered against your lips, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you roughly, not wasting any time to slip his tongue into your mouth. He let go of your hair, using both of his hands to tug down his black skinny jeans, his boxers coming down with them as he left them resting at the top of his thighs, pushed down just enough for his erection to spring free. “You know what to do pretty girl.” He stood between your legs, motioning his head down to his hard dick, pre-cum glistening as a small drop leaked from the tip. You glanced at it, gulping once in anticipation before looking back up into his eyes.

“Do I?” You’d never pushed your luck this much before with Renjun, satisfied with the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, gritting his teeth before snarling at you in anger.

“Suck. It.” You batted your eyelashes at him, leaning forward and taking the head between your lips, giving it a weak suck before pulling away. You leaned back in, flicking your tongue against the slit and keeping eye contact with the ever-growing, agitated boy. You opened your mouth again, ready to take him back into your mouth when he beat you to the chase, thrusting himself inside your mouth hard enough to hit the back of your throat, forcing a gag to rise up. “I gave you a chance to do it properly and you didn’t. Keep your throat relaxed or you might choke baby girl.” The use of a pet name made your stomach flutter, your panties getting wet from his dirty talk. He didn’t hold back, fucking your face with vigour as whimpers left you, the vibrations making him throw his head back and release a long moan. “Good girl.” He praised you, holding your hair in a bunch at the back of your head to keep it out of the way. You gagged once more as hit cock attacked the back of your throat once more, a small drop of saliva falling from the corner of your mouth.

He took a deep breath to compose himself before retreating, his cock falling from your lips with an audible pop. He motioned with his head for you to lay on the bed, controlling you with his dominant era. “Take your shorts off.” You complied, pushing them down your legs and smirking as his eyes momentarily widened before his unphased façade came back. “No panties? Jaemin fucking carried you with no panties on?” He snapped, giving you a firm shove so that you landed on his bed on your back, his voice remaining strong and intimidating. “Spread your legs and behave. Understood?” His tone was causing you to obey, not giving it another thought as you laid back on his bed, your legs spread wide open and arms laying above your head on the pillow.

“Understood.” You confirmed, wiggling your hips and biting your lip in excitement from the dicking you know you’re about to be on the receiving end of. He climbed over the top of you after removing his pants completely, leaving him only in his t-shirt, in too much of a hurry to bother removing it. You had on t-shirt of his too, one of the many you’d stolen from him in the past. He pushed it up your torso, leaving it rolled up underneath your chin as he pulled your bra down as far as it could go without you taking it off, the straps on your shoulder restricting its journey down. He didn’t make a move to touch your breasts, but you knew he enjoyed the way they felt pressed against his chest whenever you had sex face to face, that’s why he got them out on display.

“I hope you’re ready kitten.” He licked a stripe up your neck, guiding his cock to your entrance and slamming it into you. The initial stretch was followed by the pang of pain due to not being prepared properly, but after a few shallow thrusts the pain dulled and strikes of pleasure took its place.

“Fuuuck.” You moaned, throwing your head back and giving him full access to you neck. He rested his lips against the hot skin of your throat, nipping at it with his teeth when his thrusts started to quicken. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your eyelids drifting to a close as the euphoric feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly made you feel on cloud 9. He puffed hot air against your neck as he panted, sending cool shivers rupturing down your spin, only to be met halfway by the chills coming up your spin from pleasure.

“Scream my name baby girl.” He grunted, pressing a wet kiss to your red bitten lips.

“Renjun!! Oh my god fuck me Renjun!” You shamelessly screamed out, your arms moving from the pillow above your head to rest on his back. Gripping at his t-shirt you pulled it up his back, bunching it in your hands and trying to tug it over his head. He pulled back from you, your hands falling to your sides as he sat back on his knees and stopping his thrusts momentarily to whip his shirt over his head. He threw it carelessly across the room, gripping at your hips tightly and continuing on with fucking you. You opened your mouth, preparing to tell him how close to your orgasm you were by the new angle his cock was hitting your walls at made no words leave your mouth. The white-hot ecstasy blew up inside you, a loud moan emitting from your lungs as your walls fluttered around him.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He chanted, his hips becoming chaotic and his rhythm faltering as the knot tied tighter in his stomach. He chased after his orgasm, your velvety, wet walls constricting his cock and making him grunt when the knot snapped. White streaks of cum coating your insides as he ground his hips into yours, making sure not one drop gets spilt.

He didn’t speak a word as he collapsed against you, leaning up on his elbows either side of your head. His damp skin made his hair stick to his forehead. This caught your attention, making you huff a laugh and wipe your hands across his forehead, pushing his hair off of his face. “Best sex we’re ever had.” He smiled, dominant Renjun now a thing of the past as all his hormones rushed around his body making him want to cuddle up to you.

“You can thank Jaemin for that.” You smirked up at him, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing at your own joke. His face fell immediately, giving you a blank stare despite the fact he actually found your teasing funny. “I’m kidding Renjunie.” You giggled, leaning your head up to give the tip of his nose a quick kiss.

“Brat.” His face broke into a smile, kissing you softly on the lips before reaching under you to unclip your bra. He pulled your t-shirt up over your head as you leaned your body up to allow him to do so, then he slowly slipped off your bra down your arms.

“I’m your brat, you love me.” You wiggled your hips to remind him that he was still buried deep inside you despite how his member had started to soften. He screwed his face up from the overstimulation it caused him to endure, letting out a sigh before staring you in the eyes.

“You’re right…you are my brat.” He chuckled when you gasped, slapping his shoulder as a punishment. “And you’re right that I love you.” He gazed down at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes that you felt your heart pound, it sending flocks of butterflies flying in your stomach.

“I love you too.” You both leaned in, in unison as your lips met in a sweet and chaste kiss. “But, Jaemin rubbed my foot. You’ve never done that before, so you have a lot to live up to.”

“Oh don’t start!”

“It’s true!!”

“He doesn’t rub your pussy though. Does he? No. So your point is invalid!” You argued back and forth, not realising that Jaemin was walking past Renjuns room at that moment, his eyes bugging out of his head at the words he heard and almost choking on his own spit in shock. He thought it was safe to take his airpods out but now he’s regretting it. He grinned though, calling through the door to you both.

“I could if you want me to!” He heard the sound of your laughter, followed by scuffling sounds and the ominous thudding of footsteps getting closer to the door. “Oh shit.” He took off running as the door swung open, hitting the wall and shuddering on its hinges from the impact. Renjun appearing in his boxers and t-shirt with a face of thunder and cheeks burning a deep red.

“Do you want to die?!” He chased after the younger boy, leaving you to listen to the boyish yells and pleas of forgiveness when Renjun had cornered Jaemin. Jeno appeared in the doorway with a smirk and you thanked your lucky stars that you’d taken the initiative to get under the duvet. He leaned against the doorframe and winked at you.

“Heard you wanted your feet rubbed?” His words made you laugh loudly, having expected him to flirt with you to try and made Renjun even madder. His light-hearted joke took you by surprise. You poked your foot out from the confines of the duvet and wiggled it at him.

“Get rubbing Mr Lee.” The two of you laughed in jest, Renjun appearing from behind Jeno with Jaemin in a headlock, an exasperated look etched across his face.

“Touch her and you will be next on my hit list. I was given two arms so I could beat you both at the same time.”

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reversecreek · 3 years

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struts onto the dash carrying this deliriously wriggling little elf in my arms like a swaddled bebe......... they’re genuinely my oldest muse of all time i think i created them when i was like. 13 possibly. n i haven’t written them in Years but. i’m literally so excited to jst vibrating w muse. smiles at u all demurely..... they have risen. u can find their pinterest here n their playlist here.

* alana champion, nonbinary + they/them | you know nyla palmer, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eight months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 6669 (i don’t know if you know) by neon indian like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole a two headed doll of a prairie girl with stitched on rabbit ears and butterfly wings, befriending shadow puppets & finding god with your eyes open underwater in a public pool you broke into thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is march 2nd, so they’re a pisces, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her )

HISTORY:

was born in georgiaaaa georgiaaaa (phoebe bridgers voice holds my bang...) to a vry honest hard working man named george (omgggg he’s called GEORGE and he’s from GEORGIA? ahaaaaa fuckk ur jestinggg) nd a woman who did her best named pamela..... george worked on a construction site n pamela was a pharmacist..... their house was this small rickety white thing with a wrap around porch n a very rabid overgrown garden tht kind of looked like the earth ws trying to reclaim it bc nobody ever hd the time or motivation to mow the lawn.... there ws literally a piece of fold out furniture just entirely submerged by weeds n foliage

nyla ws always closest w their dad george..... he hd this way of looking at the world tht was seeing the best in all of it.... he took them on long walks where he talked abt how u have to respect the trees bc they’re breathing fr us n we’re breathing fr them..... he hd a strange whimsical sense of humour n a gnome alter ego called grundlebolt who always tickled them..... in a way this closeness created a distance between nyla n their mother but not so much that it ws rly a problem. just enough tht nyla sometimes waited until their mother ws out of eye n ear shot to tell their dad they loved him bc they didn’t wna make her sad >_>

(mental health, death & grief tw) pamela always struggled w her mental health but george ws great n understanding n knew how to help her thru this... nyla didn’t get it too greatly at a very young age bt they knew their mum got “the sads” sometimes (how their dad wld explain tht she needed to lay down in the quiet for a while or why she’d stood at the stove n let the dinner burn until the smoke detector went off without doing anything abt it). when nyla was 14 they got home one day to a police car in the driveway n came prancing in exuberantly as they always did. immediately hugged the legs of an officer bc this is hw they wld greet everyone they ever met. they only realised something was wrong when they let go n saw their mum sat at the table crying. essentially there ws an accident at the construction site george worked at n :/ yeah.

(jst mental health & grief tw now) this rly had an intense ripple effect on everyone tbh. pamela’s mental health deteriorated quite a lot without george there as her rock n nyla sort of had to step in as best they cld but it was....... hard. some days she ws better bt some days nyla had to sit her in the bath n stroke a wet sponge over her back bc they didn’t know how else to calm her down. nyla always had a very overactive imagination which george encouraged bt it ws like. losing him rly opened a window in nyla’s head n all rationality went floating out of it. their dreams seemed more real than being awake. fantasy wasn’t jst the way they coped bt it was the way they thought n the way they saw. everything on earth was alive. the trees n the clouds n the wall with a brick missing at the bottom of her road n especially their dad. their dad was alive in everything in nyla’s head. the sun shining extra bright in the morning was george. ponds were a veil they could dunk her head under and find george waiting on the other side. reality rly just pulled the plug n said bye tbh n they were ok w that <3

(abuse implied tw) their mum remarried too fast to a man named stephen n it was jst not a good arrangement. he was Not a nice man. i won’t go into this but home wasn’t a nice place for nyla any more n after a couple of yrs stephen wound up asking them to leave n their mum said nothing to contradict tht. there’s more to this bt long story short nyla left <3

(drugs tw) they couch surfed fr a while before settling living w their best friend. they got up to like... all sorts of trouble n grew up far too fast. nyla’s lack of sense n realism hd a habit of getting them into some sticky situations n these few yrs were a rollercoaster where they got by on the skin of their teeth. when they think of high skl they think of gravel and skinned knees and sucking sherbet dunkers to ignore the taste of pennies in ur mouth and getting lost in the woods a lot bc they’d take FAR too many drugs n be lead astray having conversations with kind trees whose branches held their hands

(drug mention) got by on odd jobs like making candles n selling them at market stalls. leaf blowing at cemeteries. face painting fr children’s parties (where they were blatantly high). random stuff. all over the place. in this time them n their best friend also hd a sugar daddy named tony who always wore very impressive colour block suits n mink stoles n jewelled fedoras n hd a swanky apartment w marble floors. rly just. surreal. lots of strange stories frm this time.

things kind of blew up in their friendship group n they fell out w their best friend raya bc she slept w this guy aj who nyla hd been madly in love w for yrs.... he was a Stinker n honestly so ws their best friend so good riddance i say bt obviously it felt like having their entire world flipped upside dwn fr nyla.... they split after this came out bc they just did Not want to b around these ppl any more n they decided to leave w this guy frm a band they barely knew tht much save fr a one night stand to tour w them..... this ws another whirlwind. jst chock full of them. it ws similar to being on a teacup ride at a carnival n spinning round n round n only knowing u were surrounded by lots of lights. tht’s how they’d best describe their time on tour.

SO in terms of them coming to irving 8 months ago they came w the band.... they honestly did pretty well on tour n wound up renting a big beach house on dorado as a kind of “retreat” sort of place fr them to shack up in while they worked on writing and recording their first big studio album (they gt signed w a label so it’s all vry exciting stuff). nyla among like 3 others were allowed to stay w them too bc they hd a lot of fun on tour. literally jst. taken on as professional groupies essentially. nyla loved it bc they’d never seen the ocean n when they first got there they jst threw off all their clothes n ran straight into the water. it was 3pm on a tuesday afternoon. they got arrested fr public indecency n didn’t get why bc they were like but i just wanted to hug the ocean u silly little oinker? i picture the beach house as like. the loudest one on dorado.... comes alive like a jungle at night..... they r probably bad neighbours. anyway. onto personality puts hand on hip.

PERSONALITY:

sets out patio furniture on someone else’s lawn n jst takes a seat n leans back like ahhhhh vat a nice day to be alive ya! (swedish accent suddenly bc they think it’s fun). they come out n start yelling n they’re jst so confused they’re like hey wat’s the big idea hey wat’s go on here why u angies why this happen?

likes drawing imaginary veins over their arms in all different colour blue pens in a sudden fit of hyperfixation n then forgets all abt it n goes out like tht n scares several townsfolk bt they’re oblivious they’re jst in her own world loving life already onto the next fixation. has many many different fads like this. one day will jst start snipping up a bunch of magazines bc they’re like EYES ARE COOL N THEY SEE EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P n they’ll stick a bunch of them over their wall n then forget they was doing that n leap onto the next. quite a pattern. bt they love the vein thing a lot it makes them feel like a walking planetarium like they have their own constellations

sometimes jst doesn’t make sense. they’re honestly kind of strange. pops up in places like they suddenly materialised there n it’s like how did u get there where have u been when were u last seen are u ok. has the energy of an ancient deity frm deep in a mountain cave n an ambiguous forest sprite all at once..... talks shit honestly. abt anything n everything. sometimes outrageous. sometimes plain incoherent. like what are u talking about? i dnt kno. even i dnt kno sometimes.

luvs stick n pokes will let anyone tattoo whatever they want on them for the price of a gummy bear kindly placed onto their tongue n swallowed whole

has this obsession w being underwater w their eyes open luvs it. calls it their tadpole time. runs baths just to lie there blinking looking around n drifting her arms. best friends w the bottom of any local swimming pool n hs probably given it a quick kiss so it knows they’re bff’s n then got sick bc there’s sm germs in a public pool. says the kgb probably poisoned their oatmeal n r finally here to deliver on their promise n THAT’S why they got sick unrelated to the pool incident. what promise? noone knows.

unclear if they believe what they say or if they jst has a very expanded sense of humour where they nvr let on if they’re joking.... lines r blurred a lot.....

loves excitedly shouting things. sometimes just screams at the sky bc they say it’s good to let the creatures in ur belly fly out every once in a while otherwise their wings get sore.

(drugs tw) still does an excessive amt of hallucinogens n it kind of shows. very bad fr their brain bt we’re going to ignore it.

dresses fun n strange n eccentric n careless. loves to experiment. does nt care abt what’s considered to be societally appropriate. living in their own world.

sleeps around a lot... jst doesn’t rly see sex as a big deal.... very free w themselves in that way..... sometimes greets their friends w a kiss on the lips they’re like awww :) kisses <3 when they run into them in the middle of the cereal aisle n then pulls away n suddenly breaks into a box tht has a free toy in it bc it’s a banana with googly eyes n that’s the best thing they’ve ever heard in their LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! n isn’t he so HANDSOME????? enchante indeed my good sir ;)... gives the toy a kiss too.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

other groupies of the band: self explanatory a little.... i dnt have a name for the band yet bt all can b worked out..... i picture them as kind of. not that nice but like. there for a good time........ rock genre.... bit chaotic...... to say the least........ they dnt have to have come there w the band like nyla n the others they cld have been adopted in their time there.... whoever wld b wild n down fr a good time <3

chaotic trash goblin friends: idk what this title rly means it just came to me in a vision....... jst ppl tht r rly kind of off the rails n don’t care abt anything...... they r who nyla tends to mesh very well w......... they rly r living in their own world n by their own rules n they like ppl who do this too <3 inevitably they get up to no good n party far too much...... cld be angst to this if they enable each other’s bad habits...... world’s our oyster. opens my office door. let’s talk abt it.

nyla set up camp on their front lawn: maybe jst w a fold out chair. maybe w a literal pop up tent w someone else too. genuinely so bizarre of them bt that’s what we’re dealing with. they poke their head into the tent n nyla’s lying down crunching on a cracker crumbs over their tits n they just hold it out to them nt even fully consumed n are like hey polly want a cracker? :)

they responded to her craigslist ad: they posted one saying they cld cleanse their house of demonic energy bc they’re an all seeing eye in touch w the spirits. this is a lie. they came n waved sage around n did a little dance as they did it w bird sounds playing on a special cd they brought fr the occasion (had weird indistinct doodles over the case it ws brought in) n then ws like OOH! scary.... n jumped at something in the hall. they go in thinking maybe they’ve seen a ghost bt they just were startled by their own reflection in a mirror n is like. scary mirror placement...... might wna reconsider that........ they charge them merely 10 dollars fr their time n is like this was so fun we shd do it again some time :) also i think u have mould on ur bathroom tile! vanishes. they dnt recall them ever going to the bathroom.

came knocking asking for items for a garage sale: yes. u heard that right. they’re asking for ur muses things to set up their own garage sale. selling items that do not belong to them. they think this is a genius business strategy n don’t understand why ppl think this is so strange or why they cant just ask ppl to donate them things to sell bc hey they’re an entrepreneur? they even had a pencil behind their ear when they knocked on the door so why aren’t ppl taking their business seriously? probably got distracted several times trying to explain their pitch n chattered abt random other things instead.

honestly anything... fwbs... flings... good influence... someone who cnt stand the fact they’re barely coherent.... someone they stopped on the street one day n asked for their opinion on water beds.... we cn do literally anything. fling ur chara my way n we can talk.

#irvingintro #mental health tw #death tw #grief tw #drugs tw #abuse tw

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baroquebucky · 4 years

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hi omg I saw you take walter beckett requests hehe and ahh I just saw the movie today and instantly fell in love with the nerdy babie and I was wondering if you could possibly do a oneshot in which reader is a highly known spy and super pretty and walter has a crush on her which she finds cute. ends with cute confession on both sides 🥺

A/N: i hope you like it ! I’m slowly making my way thru requests rn :-) i have more walter requests but i wanna know if you guys still want them done ? i feel like not many people care for bby walt anymore so let me know !!

Walter watched in awe from his desk as you walked down the hall, putting your weapons on the table and cleaning glitter off your combat suit. He watched as you smiled at the people around you and you greeted everyone warmly. Then he panicked when he realized you were walking his way.

Walter pulled out his phone, checking his hair and outfit in the reflection, and smiling widely to make sure he didn’t have anything in his teeth.

“great job with the glitter bomb beckett, it saved me today” you smiled at the curly headed boy who was the same age as you, which was rare considering where you worked. You sat on a clear spot on his desk, dangling your legs off the ledge and turning your head to face him.

“o-oh you liked it? i made sure there was some more glitter packed in for you, i know it’s your favorite to use” he smiled, cringing on the inside because of how stalkerish he sounded. You smiled at him and gave him a small hug.

“aw, i have a special place in your heart, that’s nice to know” you winked at him and blood rushes to both of your faces. He started to mumble something but quickly covered it with a cough.

You bounced on your heels and smiled at him before thinking of the next thing to say to him.

“do you wanna-“

“I was wondering if”

You both laughed softly as you spoke at the same time, he motioned for you to go first.

“i was just wondering if you were going to go to that ball tonight? The one they’re throwing for Lance?” You asked before facepalming yourself.

“of course you’re going he’s like your best friend that was stupid sorry” you giggled, hiding behind your hands before tucking a small stand of hair behind your ear.

Walter smiled at you and looked around his desk, he grabbed a blank piece of paper and wrote down something quickly.

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to- you know be uh be my” he cleared his throat before looking at you softly, “my date?” He smiled as your face lit up with excitement.

“oh yeah! Of course yes!” You spoke, a little too quickly. You cleared your throat and composed yourself, “oh yeah that sounds great” you smiled, feeling the heat rising on your cheeks.

Walter smiled as he handed you the piece of paper with his number on it.

“I’ll pick you up at 6:30” he smiled and you got off his desk, giving him a nod before turning around and walking away. You but your lip to try and contain the smile you had. Walter sat at his desk, smiling from ear to ear, giddy for tonight.

You stared at your closet, your eyes settling on a long emerald satin gown, with a slit on the right leg. Would it be too much? Of course not, everyone always overdresses for these things. You quickly slipped it on and went to do your makeup quickly, you had spent way too much time watching Netflix rather than being productive so now you were rushing.

You grabbed some black heels as you ran down your hall to the sound of the doorbell ringing. You looked at yourself in the mirror before rushing to the restroom to quickly wet your hair to make it less frizzy.

The doorbell rang again and you sprinted to get it, composing yourself quickly as you greeted walter with a smile.

“hi- oh wow you- you look really- good” he spoke, mouth slightly open and eyes raking your body. He quickly caught himself and stopped, blushing profusely and smiling softly at you. You blushed and smiled at him.

“you look really good too walt” you smiled and he quickly picked up a small vase from beside him, holding an assortment of flowers.

“I didn’t know your favorite so i kinda just got the one with a little of everything” he smiled, scratching the back of his neck as you took the vase from him.

“oh thank you! I’ve never really gotten flowers from a guy before” you mumbled, inviting him in while you set the flowers in your living room. He stood by the entrance, not wanting to invade your privacy.

“You can come sit on my couch, i still have to put my shoes on” you giggled as you retrieved your shoes from the hall that you had dropped them in a haste to get the door.

You sat next to walter as he looked around your small yes spacious home. You slipped your heels on and quickly did the straps.

“okay let’s go yeah?” You smiled and he reciprocated it, helping you up and into his car.

The ride there consisted of small talk and softly singing along to songs that came on his playlist that you both knew.

As you arrived together you had many stares from your co workers, some snickering and other smiling at the two of you.

“I’m gonna go find Lance I’ll be back in a little” walter spoke to you and you smiled, taking a seat at the table you had sat at. You were near the front but not in the very front row, around people who were staring at you and whispering. You felt yourself start to panic, you were a spy, why couldn’t you handle people looking at you?

You took a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself and you saw Walter walking towards you with a smile on your face. Suddenly all your worries faded.

“Lance said he would say hi but they won’t let him come out until after he gets his award” he smiled and sat next to you and you laughed softly.

“Well I guess I’ll have to find someone else to charm tonight” you joked and nudged his side, walter blushed and smiled at you.

You both continued to joke throughout the night and cheered on lance while he recieved his award. After the award had been given and a couple people spoke about who knows what, you were all free to mingle and eat whatever food they had on the menu and an open bar.

You blushed at comments that Walter had made, complimenting your dress and how beautiful you looked.

After finishing your meal you had grown tired of smiling at everyone that came to greet your table, Lance had now joined and sat next to Walter. You all got up from your table and went separate ways to make small talk with people who were standing around conversing.

You smiled at one of your directors and excused yourself from the conversation. You snuck away into a hallway and groaned softly as you feet ached in your heels.

“Please tell me you weren’t going to leave without me” walter smirked at you and you laughed, shaking your head.

“Never that” you spoke, leaning against the wall, “my feet are just killing me and my social battery has been drained more than it had to give” you giggled and he nodded.

“Yeah me too I wanted to ask if you wanted to leave but i didn’t want to be rude” he blushed and you smiled.

“Let’s go yeah? We could watch a movie if you want” you smiled and he nodded. “Your place?” You asked shyly, a blush spread across both of your faces and he nodded softly.

As you arrived at Walters house, he quickly changed and gave you some shorts and one of his t shirts and some fuzzy socks.

You thanked him and got changed quickly, sighing in relief as you slipped the socks on.

You both sat on the couch close to one another but it close enough to cuddle. He has put on a movie that he said would make you cry, but you were too busy sneaking glances at him and trying to stop yourself from kissing him.

You stared at him and he quickly turned his head, you blushed at you locked eyes and you quickly cleared your throat, scrambling for an excuse.

“I- i just, i thought you had something on your nose” you smiled, but he didn’t buy it.

“For a spy you’re not so good at lying” he smirked, surprising himself with how bold he was being.

“I wasn’t- okay fine it’s just-” you looked at walter and you could stop yourself. “I like you, god i like you so much i just wanna kiss you and hold you and oh my god” you groaned, getting up and walking around while your mind raced.

Walter quickly followed suit and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him and leaning down, giving you a kiss on the lips. It only lasted a couple of seconds but you smiled as you both pulled away.

“I like you too, a lot. It’s why i invited you to the ball, i was gonna tell you there, but i got too scared and you seemed to relaxed i didn’t wanna ruin your mood” he mumbled and you smiled, hiding your face in his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you and you breathed in, taking in the smell of his cologne. He pulled both of you back down on the couch and you cuddled up to him, laying your head on his chest.

You smiled as you held his hand and played with his fingers. He smiled down at you and kissed the top of your head.

“will you be my girlfriend then?” He spoke quickly and slightly out of breath and you looked at him, a grin on your face while nodding your head.

“Of course I will” you kissed him softly before wrapping you arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Walter quickly hugged you back, kissing your collarbone before pulling away and kissing your lips once more.

The movie was soon forgotten as the two of you stole kisses from each other and laughed the night away.

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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years

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Supernatural Crack🩹tober

Day 3: Baby/Pimpmobile - Shotgun

Baby stares at her reflection in the mirror, acquainting herself with new, yet familiar features. Runs a twitching hand through short, ruffled locks. Giggling at the sensation, and at the novelty of sense. Green eyes light up the more she tussles her new hair, wrinkles appearing around green eyes and pink lips. “Oh my God,” she whispers, voice a deep timbre. Rumbling without an engine. “Cars should totally come with hair!”

She adds hair to the ever-growing list of things she enjoys while being a human. While being her human. Dean.

It was a normal day, before. Better than usual. Instead of wasting time, collecting dust, resting alongside rows of retirees Baby burned rubber. Driven over hot asphalt, her tires endlessly spinning. Full up, Dean taking care by feeding her until she could fit no more. And, with open windows, the world could hear her voice as she crooned song after song. She and Dean duetting on most of them. Sam roped in on certain choruses.

But then they made it home. Journey over, the brothers began emptying her trunk. Baby carried an extra few pounds, souvenirs from the trip. From her rearview mirror, she watched them bicker while stacking boxes in their arms. Dean attempting too much, his face obscured by a wobbling tower. He inched backwards, Sam already given up and abandoning him. A box fell out of view, sound echoing in the room.

Dean stopped. Bent over –

Suddenly she sees brown, scuffed boots and an odd, stone figure. Startled, Baby relies on her defenses. Her sirens go off and she honks uncontrollably, but they’re different. Not the same.

She wasn’t the same. She was Dean.

“-and Dean is in the car,” Sam explained over the phone, Baby listening but not really. Distracted by an engine that beat, holding her exhaust until sparks burned inside her chassis, and headlights dimmed.

That’s not right. Not engine, heart. Breath and vision. Sam ran down basic human functions after the call, telling her not to overexert herself. “Be careful with Dean’s body,” he said, “he’s not as durable as – uh… as you used to be, Baby?”

Nodding, Baby mimicked an affectionate gesture she’s seen Dean use over the years. “I’ll keep Dean safe, Sammy!” she promised, middle finger proudly raised.

“…Thanks.”

Unhitched, Baby decided that while in Dean’s body for the time being, she might cruise the only other place he’s called Home. See how a stationary building compares against her sleek, steadfast design.

In her objective, unbiased opinion, Baby finds her competition lacking. It’s too big, sprawling like the American highway system. A map needed in plotting the path between point A and B. And the detours were confusing. One whole room dedicated for storing food? Pointless. Drive-thrus and diners still existed, meaning the stockpile she found inside a giant, white box wasted space for probably better things. There’s also a washroom that made little sense. How can Dean thoroughly clean himself when little walls were built throughout, blocking any attempt at moving onto the next station?

Humanity was too complicated for her. Baby enjoyed the simple pleasures. Air on her face, the sound of her steps echoing, and her appearance.

Wandering, she passed by a room with little thought about it. But, surprisingly, she shifted into reverse.

Nothing she saw meant anything to her. But her body – Dean’s body – eased, like when she would do rolling stops. Comfortable and safe, in control. Given how crazy the entire day’s been, she savors the feeling.

Curiosity returns though, not idling for long. Baby investigates the new space. Turns down the soft tarp, leaning on a plush ledge that differs from any surface she’s touched. Examines many hanging decorations of weapons, recognizing those as Dean wielded many similar shapes while around her. She refrains of grabbing any. Instead pulls on a loose hanging rag, surprised when a compartment opens up. Reveals more of the rag, and how it’s not a rag at all. Baby holds a smaller tarp, painted in a criss-cross pattern like the tarp Dean usually wears.

“That?” Sam said, earlier, following Baby’s pointed finger, “that’s not a tarp. It’s a shirt.”

“A shirt…” Baby repeated in this newer room. Rubs it against her face, smiling.

Dean keeps her looking one way. Always black. Never considering a different style.

Humans can change their style on a whim. Baby does just that.

She moves her hands away from her hair, traipsing along the lines of the shirt she chose. Buried underneath all the others, it was a tiny scrap of fabric. Decal sheared off, the hem ending halfway down his chest. Baby pokes at her exposed belly, laughter growing. Then, she rubs a hand on the denim short pants she loves, even if Dean only wears them when washing her.

“Must’ve been a dust storm or something,” Dean said, she remembers, that morning outside the human garage. “Don’t worry, once we get back I’ll give you some good ol’ TLC.”

It strikes her that, with their new roles, she can shower Dean in a whole new type of love. Engines revved; she guns back onto the highway. Racing towards the garage where Dean sat for all this time.

He wasn’t alone.

Baby skids, stopping at the garage entrance. She spies a familiar figure sitting on her old hood, although it’s been ages since Baby saw him in such a state.

Castiel kicks his legs, wearing only a pair of slacks while murmuring in a low pitch she cannot hear at this distance. Inching closer, Baby notices a nearby pile. His familiar beige tarp, and a darker color of a similar design. Striking blue strip still hanging off a wrinkled white shirt. And black hubcaps – shoes, they’re called shoes – with grey rags sticking out.

“…and the sky… the sky is so weird, here,” Castiel mumbles, “how do they put up with it? No blue, no purple – no sun, no stars…” He chuckles, stealing the road out from under Baby. She pauses, the sound hauntingly familiar to her. Not like the angel who’s ridden with her boys. Like someone she hadn’t heard in years. “I wish you could talk,” Castiel says, petting the hood now, “I’m finally awake again, but we’re still separated –“

“Linc?”

Linc’s head whips towards her, eyes widening in recognition. “Dean,” he stands, advancing, “Dean, I can – I can explain –“

“No,” Baby interrupts, closing the distance. She wraps her arms around him, savoring how he fit there. “No, not Dean,” she explains, “it’s Baby.”

“Baby?” Linc gasps, twisting in her grasp. He studies her in a new light, “How… when did –“

“Before you, I think,” she tells him. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Linc scoffs, slinking away. Moving, she can tell how different he is from the angel. Hunched over, hands shoved in folds within the slacks that are slung low on his hips. “Darkness… y’know, so much darkness.” He looks left, at a nearby car covered in an old, oily tarp and dust. “But then that changes, and the next thing I remember, I’m in my ol’ driver’s frame –“

“Body,” she corrects, wincing under his arched brow. “They’re called bodies… apparently.”

“Right,” he drawls, whistling the word out. “Fuckin’ stupid…” Linc shuffles over, hand freed and hovering near her face. “Aren’t humans dumb?”

“They’re not dumb,” she says, face twinging with pain as she smiles. It hurts, in a good way. “But they do a lot of unnecessary things.”

“Fuckin’ A they do.” Linc gestures at the discarded coverings, snorting. “Why they wear so much, I’ll never know.”

Baby sighs, “You do tend to run hot, Linc. It’s not Castiel’s fault –“

“Maybe if he ever looked under my hood, he’d fix it.” Linc spits, bitterness soaking the words. A dark cloud of exhaust following it. “Fix a lot of things, make it so I can be out there, again. I can be… I can be with you.”

She missed him. Missed his snark, and his care. Whenever she returned, Linc would immediately run through a check list – hoping nothing too serious happened while out. Waited by her side if a hunt left some casualties and distracted her from Dean’s surgery with stories of his former life.

This anger… it’s been festering like oil. Every day Castiel didn’t drive him, it grew. Being decommissioned, forgotten, absorbed into an ancient collection… made the hurt grow. Baby tried speaking with him, then, in those early days. He never heard her. Couldn’t see how sad she was. Close, but still so far.

Baby grabs his hand, guiding it to her cheek. “I missed you, too.” She leads him forward, leaning on her old hood. “Missed a lot of things… but we have a chance. A small window of opportunity, while Sammy figures out how we can get back to who we were.”

Linc shakes his head, “Make that a large window. When the oaf left he had no clue where he should start!”

“Then we can do it more than once.”

“Do what?”

She glances behind, at her cabin. “They might have complicated much of life, but humans still know about simple pleasures. Let’s make like the humans do, and… fool around in the backseat?”

He catches on, laughter cutting through like a sharp honk. “I wouldn’t know where to start,” he wriggles his fingers, “still unused to all these extra… features.”

“I’ll help you.” Sliding off the hood, Baby and Linc hurry – hand in hand – into the second row. “Dean’s done this a lot. Now I’ll finally understand why he chooses to do it here.”

“Don’t think about Dean,” Linc whispers in her ear, tiny pellets of hail striking her skin. “It’s just you and me, Baby. Linc and Baby… together again.”

“Together again…” She turns slightly, enough that her mouth captures Linc’s, an imitation of all the times she watched Dean do the same through the rearview. Baby never got it. In that moment, she does. It’s finding a parking spot in a crowded lot. Passing a light as it switches from yellow to red. Idling on the side of the road during a sunset, her boys sitting on her hood. Baby breaks from the kiss, gasping.

She prefers being a car. As she was, her life was simple. Still… humanity had its perks.

Linc and her explore all of them, until the clock runs out.

(Day 2 - Oops! All Plaid)

#supernatural #profoundnet #cracktober #spn #spn fanfic #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #destiel fanfiction #deancas fanfic #deancas fanfiction #baby as dean #pimpmobile as cas #also pimpmobile's named Linc

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junetuesday · 5 years

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sweetener - [ten]

Questions and Answers

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count: 6935

Warnings: fluff, smut (oral [m receiving]), the odd f-bomb

A/N: wow ok hi it’s been a lil while!! i can only apologise for leaving you on that bit of a cliffhanger and say i’ve been going thru it more than usual i guess. i can’t say for sure if or when i’m gonna be back with weekly updates but i’ll let ya know! thanks for being patient and sticking with me 🖤 special shoutout to @fallingspidey for her endless support for this fic and for keeping me motivated and inspired over the last lil bit. however if there are errors in this blame her for prESSURING ME (jk don’t)

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Updates...who’s to say...?

All in all, Tom was happy to be back at uni. It had been nice to see his family and friends (and his dog - especially his dog), but if he was honest then he'd have to say that his favourite part of his Christmas break had been talking to you. Texting, talking on the phone, Snapchats here and there - yeah, all that.

January exams were looming, so much closer and so much more daunting once New Year had come and gone, but you helped there, too. As promised, you'd helped make a revision plan for him. You claimed it was a welcome break from your own revision - which sounded truly horrific to Tom but you seemed to enjoy yourself doing it and it was actually extremely helpful, so he wasn't complaining. He was mostly sticking to it too, though admittedly he was having trouble concentrating. Everything was distracting, and nothing seemed to be going into his brain, and all too often his mind started to wander away from environmental factors on human mental and physical health and towards...well. Other things. Things that would most certainly not be on his exam. After one particularly fruitless study session, spent mostly attempting to decipher his own handwriting where he'd scribbled notes on a print out of the slides from a lecture he didn't even remember being in, you'd suggested that maybe you could study together once you were back - maybe that way you could keep each other on track. Tom had agreed, of course, but he was sceptical - if you were there he was fairly certain he'd have even more difficulty concentrating on lifestyle risk factor modification.

Tonight, though, was a designated Night Off. Tom had had to come back to uni a few days earlier than you to work (which was pointless if you asked him, no one was on campus anyway, but such is life - he just read through lecture notes [read: fucked around on his phone] in between the occasional international student or faculty member who happened to wander in), and now that you were back too you'd arranged to go over to his for the evening. After it turned out you hadn't seen any of Tom's favourite movies, you'd each made a list of five movies the other person had to watch with you, as a sort of cinematic education. Your list consisted of Fight Club (obviously), Labyrinth, Legally Blonde, Donnie Darko, and A Walk to Remember, while Tom's was Shutter Island, Se7en, Primal Fear, Tropic Thunder, and Spirited Away. The plan for tonight, then, was to order pizza, finish Fight Club, and then watch a movie from his list, and just chill together. Totally casual. Not a big deal at all.

By the time Tom had come home from work and showered (and tidied his room, changed his bedsheets, cleaned the bathroom, and tidied the living room) it was almost 7:30pm, and you had not long texted to say you were on the way and to order the pizza. That done, he'd just about decided on a playlist to put on in the background and was checking his reflection in the mirror one more time when the doorbell rang, an 'outside x' text popping up on his phone simultaneously.

Tom tossed his phone onto his bed and pulled open his bedroom door, ruffling his hair nervously. He'd had it cut just before he left home and he was still getting used to it - you'd asked to see, and when he'd sent a picture you'd said you liked it, but he was feeling a little self-conscious about it. It wasn't anything too drastic, but it was a good bit shorter than it had been before, so it was still a change.

"Hey," he smiled as he opened the door, stepping back to let you in out of the cold.

"Hi - thanks," you breathed, your words hanging in a cloud in front of you as you stepped over the threshold. " s'fucking freezing."

"You can just...yeah." Tom pointed to his room, shutting the door behind you once you'd squeezed past him with a small smile.

You left the fresh, almost metallic smell of the cold outdoors in your wake as you dropped your bag by the door, sitting yourself down on the end of his bed and toeing off your boots as Tom followed you into his room. You were mumbling something about how much colder it was here than it was in your hometown - or maybe it was the other way around -- he had kind of stopped listening when you shrugged out of your coat and he realised you were wearing his hoodie underneath it. He'd been pretty sure he'd seen it on you in some of the Snaps and pictures you'd sent over Christmas, but he hadn't been certain and hadn't wanted to ask just in case it wasn't it. He was sure now though, that was definitely his hoodie that you were readjusting around your shoulders, sorting out the hood where it had gotten caught on your coat. Cool.

You'd talked so much over the past few weeks that Tom had kind of forgotten he hadn't actually spent that much time with you physically - like, texting and speaking on the phone now wasn't a big deal at all, there was next to no nervousness or awkwardness about what to say, but in person? In person, it was a little different, so he stayed over by the door, waiting to see what you would do next. You seemed to do the same thing, though, looking over at him expectantly after placing your coat neatly on top of your bag, and it occurred to him then that it was his house, so he should probably lead the way.

"So uh, it said it'd be about an hour before Dominos gets here - I guess they're busy..." he trailed off, but you just nodded so he figured he'd better say something else. "Do you wanna go in the living room or, uh, stay in here - no one's home, so's up to you."

"I'm good wherever," you shrugged, shuffling back a bit on the bed and twisting to face him as he moved further into the room. "Let's see your new hair then."

Tom chuckled as he sat down, the sound catching in his throat when you reached out to touch his cheek. Your hand was cold against his skin, gently tilting his head to the side to properly inspect his haircut under the ceiling light. He watched your face as you looked him over, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips when he caught your eye.

Your nails scratched his scalp softly as you ran your fingers through the back of his hair, the hairs just long enough to poke up between your fingers as they travelled upwards until they reached his crown. The top of his hair was longer, still long enough to start to curl if left untamed by product, as it was now. Tom had to fight to keep his eyes open as your fingers worked their way through his hair, getting warmer by the second and grazing across his skin every now and then. It wasn't too hard though, he just focused on you instead, your face so close that he could see every detail in your face - even if he couldn't quite read your expression.

You hummed to yourself thoughtfully, pushing his fringe back into place.

"Well, what's the verdict?"

"Yeah." You fiddled with the pieces by his ears, your head tilting to the side as your fingers smoothed the hair against his temples. Your eyes flicked to his face and back to his hair before you nodded, nibbling gently on your lower lip, slightly glossy with lip balm, and, if Tom remembered correctly, soft and warm and pliable and--

"Yeah, I like it," you announced, and it took Tom longer than it should have to work out what you were even talking about, his mind already several steps away from his haircut. "Suits you."

"Thanks."

You leant towards him as if you had read his mind, your fingers carding through his hair again as you angled your face to his. Tom just caught your eyes drifting shut before he mirrored you, your hands on the back of his neck bringing him closer until his lips met yours.

It was only when one of your hands moved to his cheek that he remembered that he, too, had hands - two of them, in fact - and that right now they were sitting uselessly in his lap. He remedied that quickly enough, one hand going on to the bed to support his weight as he leant into the kiss, the other coming to cup your face. It all became a bit of a blur then - your tongue dancing with his, him shuffling backwards on the bed as you shifted closer, his hands moving to your hips to support you as you climbed into his lap. Tom felt you giggle into the kiss when you both fell back onto the bed, but you didn't break apart; your fingers twisting tighter into his hair. His hands left your hips, roaming your body instead — your thighs either side of his hips, your ass where it rested on his lap, your waist — anywhere he could reach, really. He'd just slid his hands under the hem of your t shirt and over your back, his fingers just brushing over the band of your bra when you finally broke apart to breathe, your lips leaving his with a wet pop.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Tom hummed in response to the words you murmured against his cheek - he'd probably have said yes to literally anything you asked just then, if he was honest.

"Just..., uh-"

You pulled back a little, your hands leaving his hair and pressing into the mattress either side of his head to support your weight instead. Tom lowered his hands back down to your hips, blinking up at you as you sat up.

"What's up?"

"How many...um, like, what's your...ugh-" you squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head like you were trying to physically dispel a thought from your mind before moving to lean over him once more. "Never mind, doesn't matter."

Something about your voice and the look on your face told him it did matter, though, the weight of unasked questions hanging heavy in the air between you. He kind of knew what you were asking but he wasn't 100% sure, so despite parts of him screaming for him to leave it for now, instead of angling his face to yours, Tom tilted his head away from you.

"No, go on. What did you wanna ask?"

He propped himself up on his elbows as you picked at your fingers, his hands dropping from your hips to rest atop your thighs.

"Just like...who...like, have you, you know-"

"How many people have I slept with?"

You nodded, glancing up at him for a second before returning your attention to your cuticles.

"Uh, three, I guess?"

You nodded again before tilting your head to the side, shifting your attention from your right ring finger to your left thumb.

"And were they like...girlfriends...? Or, I dunno, you know..."

Your gaze was fixed so intently on your hands that Tom couldn't help but look at them too, though he wasn't really thinking about them at all. He was more confused about why you were asking about this now, and he couldn't really gauge your reaction to his 'number' - did you think that three was too many or not enough? And did you want them to be girlfriends, or not? It was all too much to think about all at once, so he decided it was probably safest to just tell the truth.

"One was, yeah; one was sort of a one-time-thing, and uh, the other one's you, so..." he trailed off, not quite sure where to categorise you.

"Oh. Cool."

Cool? What does that mean????

You took a deep breath in and opened your mouth like you were about to say something else, maybe ask a follow up question, but then your shoulders slumped and you went silent.

"Go on, what were you gonna say?"

"So like-" you began, sniffing as you turned your attention back to your ring finger, rubbing at a pen mark on your knuckle this time instead of picking at your nail bed. "Are you still like, friends with her? Your ex, I mean."

"I guess? I mean we don't really talk or anything but I saw her over Christmas when we all went out..." Tom's brain ticktickticked away as he talked, still not sure where you were going with this - until it clicked. "Oh did you see her on Instagram or something?"

Tom's insides felt weird as he said it, his tummy going all squiggly - until you nodded, and it flipped over altogether. He had noticed you had been a bit quieter when he spoke to you the day after Boxing Day, but he'd figured it was just because of that Post-Christmas Emptiness everyone gets, plus maybe you were irritated that he'd been drunk texting you while you were studying, and then you kind of went back to normal again and he forgot about it. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe you were...jealous?

"I wasn't like, stalking or anything, I was just - I saw people tagged on your story and I was bored so I was just, I dunno, browsing, and I saw a picture of you on her page and I..." You rambled, your words skipping each other in their rush to get out. "I, yeah, I dunno why I even brought it up. Sorry, it's none of my business I—"

"It's cool," Tom cut you off then, sitting up properly because it was kind of distracting having you shifting about on top of him while you were having this conversation.

You got the hint, shifting off of him and sitting cross-legged opposite him while he scooted back until he was leaning back against the wall at the head of his bed.

"Yeah, I mean-" he started, not really sure where to begin. "She, we - Kim, and me, we were friends at school and then I guess we were together for like, a year or so? Then we both went to uni and it just kind of...fizzled out? Didn't see each other a lot and by Christmas we'd kind of realised neither of us really minded so we just kinda called it quits."

It was weird to talk about, sure, but not exactly bad. It wasn't a difficult breakup, and, as far as he knew anyway, they were both kind of ambivalent about it. They'd had a good time together, and he supposed he did love her in the way that you do love someone when you're 17 and they're your first real anything, but they grew apart as a couple and it was just kind of...fine. Honestly, he hadn't even thought about her in a while.

You'd nodded along as Tom talked, humming thoughtfully when he finished.

"Is that not weird? Hanging out as friends after you were...more?"

Your tone shifted back towards normal, that hint of nervousness fading away and your head tilting to the side curiously.

"Not really?" Tom shrugged, trying to cast his mind back. "At first it was, I suppose. Like last summer - the first couple of times we saw each other were kind of awkward but nah," he shook his head. "Not really. Just kinda went back to how it was before - kinda had to, like we have all the same friends, you know?"

You nodded once slowly, like you were considering it, then again quicker and more decisively.

"Fair enough."

You reached out and started playing with his sleeve, your fingers grazing over his wrist. The heaviness in the air had lifted, your face relaxed as your eyes focused on the ribbed cuff of his sweatshirt beneath your fingers. Tom's flicked back and forth between the two, keeping them on your face a little longer each time.

"What about the other person?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Tom mumbled, his brain taking a moment to catch up with what you were talking about. "I had this one weird Tinder date not long after we broke up."

You laughed, glancing up at him as you fiddled with his fingers. "Weird, how?"

Sighing, he flipped his hand over that so his palm faced upwards, both of you looking at your hands as he spoke.

"I mean the date was fine, you know, like it went well-"

"Very well, if they're on the list?" you chuckled.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, right?" Tom laughed dryly. "But it turned out that she, um, she was kind of in this open relationship where they were both allowed to see other people - but only once?"

You stopped playing with his fingers, looking over at him instead.

"Oh?"

"Yeah...I dunno, like..."

Tom mumbled under his breath as his brain stumbled over the words, trying and failing to find the right ones. Somehow this was more awkward to talk about than his actual relationship. Maybe because that made sense, at least to him, whereas this still had him pretty baffled.

He didn't know if it was just because it has been his first time putting himself back out there and it hadn't gone to plan, or if it was because he really had thought the girl was into him and it turned out he was wrong, but either way the experience had knocked his confidence. It sounded stupid, really, it shouldn't have been a big deal - people have one night stands all the time, right? So what if nothing else happened and it didn't lead to anything more. Perhaps he'd been naive to think it would have, perhaps that was all on him. He didn't think he was, though - it wasn't like they'd met drunk in a club and ended up going home together; they'd been texting for a while before they met up in person. They'd had time to get to know each other a bit - and more than enough time for her to mention that, you know, 'hey, I'm seeing someone so this is just a one-time-only just-sex thing'. Maybe it was just the ambiguity of it all that he didn't like, maybe if she had mentioned it beforehand then maybe he would have still gone ahead with it and he wouldn't feel so weird about it.

As it was though, he did feel weird about it, and he'd never really told anyone what actually happened before, so he was struggling for words a little bit. He looked up when you started tracing the lines of his palm with your fingertip, though - it tickled a bit, but it was enough of a distraction that he was able to formulate a sentence.

"Yeah so we like, went for a drink or whatever and...yeah. And then when I texted her a few days later or whatever she was just like 'yeah no so here's the thing'..." he shrugged, leaving the explanation at that - that was all he knew, really, anyway.

"What the fuck?" You chuckled incredulously. "Surely that's the kind of thing you tell someone going into it, like 'hey, heads up-' kinda thing?"

Tom just nodded, sighing.

"But yeah, anyway, so that was that I guess."

He twisted his wrist so that your palms were pressed together, fingers interlocked, and gave a gentle squeeze. You gave him a small smile, and he hoped that meant you interpreted what he was trying to say without actually saying it: that he didn't really want to talk about it anymore, but that he didn't mind that you asked - he understood the need for clarity all too well. He wanted to ask you about your past experiences - boyfriends, girlfriends, anything - but he figured if you wanted to tell him, then you would. So, he changed the subject slightly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

You hummed and nodded as you let go of his hand, moving to reposition yourself.

"Do you have a three date rule?"

"Do I have a what?" you looked at him quizzically as you uncrossed your legs, moving to they were tucked underneath you and to the side, leaning your body against his outstretched legs.

"I dunno, I saw it in a movie I think. Like, some girls won't sleep with someone until the third date..."

Saying it out loud it sounded pretty stupid, but he'd said it now. He kind of wished he hadn't though because it sounded like he was saying 'why didn't you sleep with me?!', and that really wasn't what he meant, but then you started to laugh.

"Oh no - I uh. Before...I was...on."

"Oh..." he nodded slowly, his mouth gaping and eyes widening once he actually understood what you were saying. "Oh!"

You're such a fucking idiot, mate.

"Yeah...so...sorry."

"It's okay!" he laughed quickly. "I wasn't - I didn't mean - obviously you didn't have to, you don't have to-"

You silenced him then with a hand on his thigh, your face softening as your laugh faded to a shy smile.

"I know what you meant. I wanted to - I mean I, I want to."

"Cool."

That settled that, then. Tom just nodded as he leant forward, bending his knee up as he reached out to cup your cheek. Your hand lingered on his thigh, the other coming to touch his neck as he kissed you. You leaned closer, into the kiss - or, at least, that's what he thought you were doing, so he did too - but then your mouths bumped together a bit more forcefully than intended and it turned out you were actually getting to your knees.

"Sorry," you giggled against his lips, pressing a soothing kiss to the spot where your teeth had grazed his lip slightly. Tom breathed out a laugh in reply as you pecked your way along his jaw and onto his neck, your breath hot on his skin — until it wasn't anymore.

"Wait, three dates?" You sat back on your heels, looking at him with a curious smile on your face.

Dammit.

"Oh, um, I mean," - so embarrassing, Jesus - "If you count the, uh-"

"-the library?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, feeling his face getting hotter by the second.

But then you smiled, a toothy grin that broke into a giggle as you shook your head.

"You're so cute."

Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending how he looked at it - Tom didn't have time to say something incredibly cheesy like 'no you're so cute' because your lips were already back on his, both of your hands holding his face firmly.

He could feel you shuffling closer, so Tom let his body slip down the bed as you kissed, your hands on his cheeks keeping him close while his hands slipped inside your open hoodie to grasp at the sides of your t shirt to pull you on top of him. Your thighs straddling his hips, warmth flooded his body wherever you touched him, his hands wandering over your hips and thighs as your tongue explored his mouth delicately.

By the time you shrugged out of your hoodie he was properly hard - he had kind of been getting there before and it hadn't really gone away which was a little awkward but it was full-on now, pressing against your thigh through his jeans. Plus the way you were shifting about on top of him trying to get your hands out of the sleeves without breaking the kiss wasn't exactly helping. Your lips stilled against his for a second as you struggled but you got there at last, tossing the hoodie aside and onto the floor. Tom expected your hands to return to their usual position in his hair, but they didn't. Instead they pressed into the mattress either side of his ribs, your lips leaving his with a wet smack as you got to your hands and knees.

You crawled backwards down the bed, Tom's hands falling to his sides once your waist was finally out of his reach. He watched you press kisses to his abdomen, a strip of his skin exposed where his shirt had ridden up. He tensed his abs involuntarily (okay, maybe a little bit voluntarily) when you pushed it up further, glancing up at him as if asking permission before undoing the top button of his jeans.

Tom bit his lip as he lifted his hips, tucking his thumbs under the waistband to help you push his jeans down to his knees. Your hands rested on his hips as you repositioned yourself back over him, your thumbs moving in slow circles in a gentle massage. His jaw tensed when the edge of one of your thumbs just grazed his balls through the cotton of his boxers, tenting over his hard cock. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he watched you lean down and scatter yet more kisses across his torso, sending butterflies and shockwaves and every-other-cliche-in-the-fucking-book shooting through him. You pushed his t shirt up further, your kisses travelling back down over his stomach until you were hovering tantalisingly over his cock, fingers poised at the waistband on his boxers as you looked up at him again.

"Can I...?" you murmured, the warmth of your breath spreading through the thin material.

Tom just nodded and made a noise he wasn't entirely sure was comprehensible, but you seemed to get the gist, pulling his boxers down and continuing your trail of kisses over his hip.

He tried to control his breathing as he watched you intently, getting closer and closer to his cock until you finally tilted your head and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the side of his shaft. He grunted at the feeling, your tongue warm and wet and firm on his skin as you worked your way up towards the head. Once you reached the top, though, instead of taking him into your mouth like he so desperately wanted you to, you just let your breath ghost over his sensitive skin before leaving another line of kisses down the other side, and it took all his strength not to groan in frustration. He settled on balling his hands into fists at his sides, and he couldn't be 100% sure but he thought he heard you giggle, your breath tickling him slightly.

Trying to focus on his breathing again, Tom took a deep breath in - a breath that caught in his throat when you licked a long, wet strip along the length of his cock as you took it into your hand. Your fingers wrapped around the base as your lips wrapped around the head, and he remembered how to breathe - enough to exhale, anyway - as you bobbed your head, taking more of him into your mouth each time.

The fingers on your free hand dug into his hip as you began to suck properly, your cheeks hollowing around him.

"Oh fuck-"

You bobbed your head a few more times as he moaned, before coming off him altogether and sitting up. You swallowed as you looked up at him again, and between your tongue darting out to lick your lips before pulling the bottom one between your teeth, glistening and swollen, and your hand pumping the full length of his cock, Tom wasn't sure where to look.

"Have you got a condom?"

He only nodded at first, his mouth taking a second to catch up while you looked at him expectantly.

"Yeah, um," he turned his head towards his bedside cabinet where he'd stashed some earlier. "Top drawer, I can-"

"I got it."

You let go of his dick when you leaned over to open the drawer, and it was then when he felt a rush of cool air that Tom became aware that he was lying there with his knob out while you were basically still fully dressed - which, obviously, would not do at all.

He brought his hands to your waist, pushing up your t-shirt as you took a condom from the drawer and set it on top. You giggled as you leant back over him again; he felt it tickling his lips before you kissed him. He tugged at your shirt as you kissed, messier and deeper than before, pulling it up as far as he could until you had to pull apart for you to take it off over your head. Reaching up to cup your face once your shirt was cast aside, he pulled you back in for another kiss. Tom could feel the heat of your pussy through your leggings when his thigh rubbed between your legs as he kicked off his jeans and boxers, making you whimper into his mouth and grind against him, your fingers curling into his hair.

Keeping one hand on your cheek, he moved the other to the small of your back to hold you close as he rolled you over. He felt you breathing heavily in his ear as he kissed your neck once he was hovering over you, trying to pull your leggings down with one hand. You lifted your hips to help, but unfortunately you could only get so far until he had to stop kissing you and sit back on his heels to let you wiggle out of both them and your knickers, taking the opportunity to shed his t shirt and sweatshirt while you did so.

You smiled and sat up once you were down to only your bra, placing a hand on his chest and kissing him softly - in another setting, it would have been sweet; chaste, even. As it was, sweet was probably not the word he would have chosen. His hands held your hips but you were the one in control, maneuvering your bodies until he was flat on his back and you were straddling his thighs - where you belonged, as far as he was concerned.

Reaching between your thighs, Tom looked up at your face as his fingers spread you open. Your eyes snapped shut, your breathing hitching with a quiet oh as he dipped his middle finger inside you. The fingers on your right hand tensed where it rested on his chest, your back arching as your left hand toyed with your breast through your bra while he spread your wetness along the length of your pussy, his fingers circling your clit before moving back down to push two fingers inside you. Eyes opening as you rolled your hips, you held his gaze as you ground onto his hand, biting your lip as his fingers curled inside you. You moaned softly when he moved his fingers back to your clit, slick from inside you and sliding easily between your folds.

Just the sight of you on top of him like this made him swallow harshly, his dick twitching against his abdomen as if to say excuse me?? I'm here too, you know??? And maybe you saw him glance at his cock, or maybe it was just a coincidence, but you leaned over to grab the condom from the bedside cabinet.

"D'you want me to-" Tom started as you sat back down, trailing off when you passed the packet to him.

"Thanks."

He could feel you watching him as he rolled the condom on, but he was pretty sure he could only focus on one thing at a time in that moment so he kept his eyes down, fingers working as deftly as he could manage. You leaned forward to kiss him once he finally looked back up at you, and as you did he noticed he goosebumps that had erupted across your body, your skin bumpy and cool under his fingertips as he ran his hands over your shoulders.

"You cold?" he murmured in between kisses, feeling you chuckle against his lips, then another kiss before you mumbled back.

"A bit, yeah."

Another beat of silence passed, your sentences interspersed with kisses.

"Wanna" -kiss- "get under the covers...?"

-Kiss kiss-

"Yes, please."

You kissed him one, two, three more times before you pulled away. Between the two of you you managed to get the duvet pulled out from underneath Tom and up over you, and soon he was tucking it around your shoulders as you settled back on top of him.

"Better?" he smirked.

"Mmhmm."

Tom just caught your appreciative smile before you kissed him again, moaning against his lips when his cock nudged between your folds as you leant over him. Lifting his hips as you lowered yours, he finally slid inside you.

He held your waist under the duvet, squeezing your ass and thighs every now and then, but you were setting the pace, your face buried against his shoulder as you moved your body back and forth over his slowly and purposefully. He tilted his head to kiss you occasionally - sometimes slow and sensual, open mouthed kisses with your lips moving with his, and sometimes returning the marks you were sucking and biting onto his neck. Curses and grunts of your name passed his lips more and more once you started to clench around him, your hips faltering as your movements sped up.

Your fingernails dug into the back of his neck as you grasped his face, kissing him fervently before your mouth fell open above his when he started to thrust up into you more forcefully, his grip on your hips tightening.

"Oh fuck," you breathed as you reached a hand between your bodies to hurriedly rub at your clit. "M'gonna come-"

That alone was almost enough to send Tom over the edge, moaned breathlessly into his open mouth with your forehead pressed to his; so combine it with the way your wet, hot pussy was spasming around his cock, your free hand tugging on his hair, and he was done for, his mind going blank of everything except you and the feeling of being buried deep inside you as you came together.

Both of your thrusts slowed back to a lazy grind, his arms wrapping around your body as it went slack on top of his. You nuzzled your face against his cheek as you caught your breath, your arms looping loosely around his neck. Full disclosure, it was a bit too hot being under the covers and under you, but Tom wasn't complaining.

You must have felt it too though, because after a minute or two you pressed a more definitive kiss to his jaw before untangling yourself from him and sitting up. You were only just upright when the doorbell rang loudly, followed obnoxiously quickly by a series of knocks at the front door, both of you jumping and whipping your heads around to look at Tom's bedroom door as though it might spring open.

"Dominos?" You guessed, looking back at Tom where he lay beneath you.

"Must be, yeah."

You both glanced down at your bodies, both naked and him still inside you - it was his house though, so he figured he should do the chivalrous thing and volunteer.

"I'll go."

"Cheers," you laughed as you climbed off him and plonked yourself down on the bed.

Taking the condom off as he got up, Tom tossed it into the bin under his desk while he scanned the floor for some clothes. He found his boxers and jeans easy enough, but they were all tangled together and the doorbell was ringing again, so he ended up throwing them back on the floor with a frustrated groan and breathy chuckle when you laughed from your spot on the bed. He grabbed his dressing gown off the back of his door instead, tying it tightly around his body before going out to answer the door, glancing in the hall mirror to see how obvious it was what he'd just been up to (answer: very, but there wasn't much he could do about it seeing as it sounded like the delivery guy was about to bash the door down with his bare fists judging by how aggressively he was pounding on it).

"Hey, sorry. Was uh, in the...shower."

"Delivery."

For all his impatience to get someone to answer the door, the delivery guy had seemingly decided to take his sweet time pulling each box out of the insulated bag one-by-fucking-one. He didn't even look up, no matter how many different ways Tom thanked him as he handed him each box.

"Thanks, cheers, great, thank you—" he was running out of ways to say thank you, but he just wanted the entire interaction to be over so he could get away from the street and put some fucking underwear on. His agitation appeared to have no effect on the delivery guy though, who only murmured one sullen "enjoy" before turning away and going back to his car once he'd finally finished handing over Tom's order.

By the time he backed into his room with his arms full of boxes, you'd put your t shirt and knickers back on and were smoothing out the duvet on top of his bed.

"I can't decide if that was bad timing or perfect timing."

"Me neither," Tom laughed, setting the boxes on the end of the bed. "Both, I think?"

"I'm gonna go... you know..." you gestured vaguely to your lower half as you headed towards the door, leaving Tom to fill in the blanks. He just nodded sagely - he had some of that to do himself.

"You said no one's home, right?" you paused by the door, your hand resting on the handle.

"Yeah," he laughed. "You're good."

"Cool."

After cleaning himself off and putting on a fresh t shirt and a pair of sweatpants, Tom turned off the music and instead opened up the copy of Fight Club he'd downloaded to roughly the spot he remembered getting up to last time. Paused and ready to go, he sat on his bed to wait for you to come back before he opened the pizzas - though he was practically salivating at the smell.

"Should have put my leggings on anyway," you muttered the moment you pushed the door open, grabbing them off the floor and pulling them on before it had even clicked shut behind you. "Your house is freezing."

"Yeah, sorry - the heating's really shit," he chuckled apologetically as you peeled back the covers to sit beside him cross legged, pulling the duvet up over your knees and tucking it around your waist before pulling one of the pizza boxes into your lap.

"S'okay, I'll forgive you if I can swap you a chicken strip for a Twisted Dough Ball?"

"Deal."

By the time you had both finally admitted you were full and Tom mustered the energy to get up to put the leftovers in the fridge, you'd finished Fight Club and started Tropic Thunder. When he came back from the kitchen, a glass of water in each hand, he found you lying on your side and staring blankly at the TV, clearly not watching it at all.

"You alright there?" he asked, and he couldn't help but laugh when you nodded sleepily.

"Yep, I'm just...you know?" you mumbled, blinking furiously. "I'm awake, I'm watching."

"Okay, sure, I believe you. D'you want like, pyjamas or something?"

"Oh, uh..."

It was only when you paused that he realised he hadn't actually asked you if you were going to stay over, he'd just assumed you would be. It was only a fraction of a second though, and then you pushed yourself upright with a groan and leaned back against the wall.

"Yeah, please."

Nodding, Tom took out the same pyjamas he'd given you the time you stayed over after The Library, setting them on the bed in front of you as he climbed back in beside you.

"Thanks."

"No worries."

He tried to keep his eyes on the TV as you got changed by the side of his bed, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't sneak a glance and catch a glimpse of the side of your breast as you pulled the top over your head, your bra lying abandoned on the floor. You picked it up once you'd roughly folded your clothes, tossing them on top of your bag and coat before getting back into the bed.

"Thanks," you said again as you lay down beside him, smiling softly at him.

He just returned your smile, lifting his arm to wrap it around your shoulders. He was vaguely aware of his heartbeat in his throat as you lay your head down on his chest, but he tried his best to ignore it.

"So, what's going on here?"

"I thought you were paying attention?" he teased.

"I am! But just, you know, I missed a bit while I was getting changed."

Well aware that this was a blatant lie, Tom started to explain what was happening in the movie all the same. And, to your credit, you did hum and nod along like you were listening, and once he'd finished you did say "right okay", but he was about 99.999% sure you hadn't a clue what was going on and that you weren't even really conscious. He wondered then how long it was going to take for you to both actually watch all ten of the movies on your combined lists, but ultimately decided he didn't really mind if it took the rest of the year.

⋘NINE | ELEVEN ⋙

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pinkyyunho · 4 years

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Another Universe | Jeong Yunho

genre: angst

pairing: jeong yunho x female reader

summary: your ex suddenly texted you after 1 year of the broke up and he wanted you back, but will the universe let you get back together with him?

word count: 1.205

warnings: none

a/n: this is my first time writing au after 4 years, also my first ateez au, so i apologize if this is not good. I will try to write more of angst and fluff ateez au in the future!

[11:27pm]

It was Saturday night, you were lying on the bed and scrolling through twitter because boredom had hit you hard and you couldn’t sleep. When you were reading a tweet, suddenly a notification from someone you already did not talk for 1 year popped out, and it did make you confuse.

jeong yunho

"Hi y/n. How are you?"

Yunho was your boyfriend for 2 years, but you both had broken up because he couldn't stand long distance relationship, since you got scholarship in Canada. You were mad and sad because he gave up just because of stupid distance, but if that was the best for both of you, you finally let him go. Yunho and you ended this relationship pretty well, no fighting, no beefing to each other, you both were fine and still be friend, but because you were busy with college and he was busy as well, so you both never texted after the broke up. And so why did he suddenly text you after a year just to ask how you have been?

"hi yunho it's been a while, i’m good, how about you?"

"i’m good too, thanks. uh anyway, i know its almost midnight in Canada, sorry to bother you, but Geonho misses you. can i video call you?"

Geonho was Yunho's little brother. When you were still with Yunho, you and Geonho loved to play together, also you always bought him foods, Geonho was like your real brother, and of course you missed him too. You wanted to see him but if Yunho also showed up, you would feel so awkward.

"Ah Geonho, sure! i miss him so much too"

After you replied it, Yunho called you. It took you 5 seconds to answer. You never saw Yunho after you both broke up, it kinda made you nervous and this was gonna be your first time seeing him again after a while. When you answered it, Geonho popped out on the screen, thank God it wasn't Yunho. Yunho was sitting beside Geonho but you only saw his hand.

"Noona!! I missed you so much!"

Geonho almost screamed when he saw you, you giggled and said missed him too. So you and Geonho talked about so many things, he usually didn't tell everything he went thru to Yunho, but to you, he was so open up.

"Noona, Yunho hyung always calls your name when he sle-." Geonho suddenly said that and he got punched in the arm and Yunho covered his mouth.

"Hey Geonho its been an hour, look at what time is it, its time to your english course, your tutor will arrive soon. Go back to your room." Yunho said to Geonho with his eyes open wide. Yunho grabbed his phone, then pushed Geonho out of his room, and closed the door.

You were so confused with everything you saw and heard, why would Yunho sleep talking while calling your name? Was he still not getting over you?

"NOONA HYUNG STILL LOVES YOU!" You heard Geonho screamed outside the room and you almost choked by your own saliva.

"SHUT UP" Yunho screamed back and then looked at the phone screen, he saw you and suddenly his cheeks and ears got so red.

"Ah sorry about that, he always talks nonsense." He put his hand on his neck and scratched it. You knew so well when he did that, he was really nervous.

"Its ok." You both didn't say anything for 3 minutes, you looked at the frame on Yunho's room, and Yunho looked at the wall behind you. It was really awkward.

Because silent almost made Yunho lost his mind, so he decided to start talking "Your hair is long now..."

"I never cut it since i got here, i want to keep it long." you said and he nodded "You dyed your hair and its pink." You added while looking at his hair.

"Yeah... your favorite color." Yunho regretted saying that, because after that you both completely in silence again.

It was your turn to break the silent "How's your study?"

"Good, i love learning ecology. You? how about you?"

"Amazing. I also love what i learn here." And so you and Yunho kept talking and it wasn't awkward anymore, you both talked about your life this pass year.

Yunho looked at you with sparkly eyes and listened to you carefully every time you open your mouth, he always did it when you both had conversation. He loved the way your hand move every time you talked, it was the cutest little thing you did, he thought. God, he missed your voice, he missed you so much.

"I missed you so much." Yunho didn't realize he spat out the words that kept spinning in his head. "shit" he cursed in tiny.

"I missed you too, Yunho." your voice was almost like a whisper, he barely heard it.

"Listen, I'm sorry that i broke you up because of stupid reason"

"Yunho its ok-"

"I should've not done that. i was so stupid for leaving someone like you." You knew where this conversation would go, but you couldn't make Yunho stopped talking.

"I would rather be physically far from you than not have you in my life ever again. I tried to forget you, but i just can't. Every time i studied, i always felt like you were beside me, teaching me and explaining everything i didn't understand. Every time i played games, i felt you were sitting on my lap until you fell asleep. Everything we did in the past keeps showing up in my head. And it almost made me lost my mind. I love you so much, or maybe too much. So, can we make up and start all over again?" He spilled all of his mind, his ears were really red, his heart was beating so fast but also felt relieved because he finally said that to you after holding it for a year.

You didn't want to hurt him again, the first one was you suddenly got scholarship abroad without telling him that you applied for it. He was really mad that day. "Yunho... i'm sorry... I don’t know how to say this, but i have a boyfriend."

He froze for a few second, of course you had new boyfriend he thought, it has been a year. "ah... sorry... i should've not said that. I apologize. Fuck i'm so embarrassed now."

You thought you were the one who should've apologized, because you could have just said it in the beginning, but it was also unnecessary, you both weren’t talking about your relationship status anyway.

"Don’t be. Thank you for telling me, but Yunho, you need to let go of me. You can do it, like i did. I was frustrated for 3 months, because it felt so empty without you. But time passed, slowly i let go of everything." You looked at Yunho but he looked at the floor, he didn’t say anything. He suddenly cleared his throat so that his voice wouldn’t crack.

"i wish another us in another universe has a long lasting relationship." He smiled “Thanks y/n, sorry to disturb your sleep time. Good night.” Then he hung up the video call.

#ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #yunho #jeong yunho #yunho angst #ateez oneshot #yunho oneshot #yunho x reader #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #ateez

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cocoaberi · 3 years

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The Elf's Wife

Credits: www.daz3d.com/giacomo-for-mich… www.daz3d.com/cuffed-tail-2 pixabay.com/photos/sea-clouds-… pixabay.com/illustrations/back…www.daz3d.com/performer-for-v4 Agnes for V4.2 is the skin and hair for the female model. No link was available on the site at this time. Editors: ipiccy, PhotoscapeX, Pixler E The first time Elaii saw his first human female he was smitten with them ever since. He loved them loud and quiet, soft and hard, big and little, fat or skinny, sweet or sassy they were so exciting and unpredictable to him. The only draw back to loving humans...were their fleeting life spans and fragile bodies. Elaii was sleeping with his beautiful wife at their beach house when he woke to see she was gone. Frantic, he ran out the house nude yelling her name. He had to calm himself he was thinking, still in a panic he said out loud, "She can't have gone far...she is here calm down look for her." He used his eagle eyes to searched the horizon for his love. He saw her...shin deep in the lake. His heart stopped...he called out to her, " AnnaLisa, AnnaLisa!" he yelled over and over as he ran thru the sand at an inhuman speed. The woman slowly stopped but did not turn around as if not knowing who was calling her. To the elf Elaii, it took forever to get to her, but to any one observing, he had reached her in the blur of an eye. He stood closely behind her as she still faced the lake. Only a moment ago his youthful gorgeous face was full of worry and fear but that had melted away as he stared at her back. Still calming himself he reached out to turn her around to face him. Turning her around gently face to face...he saw a woman with pasty wrinkled skin, sunken cheeks and loose jowls. Her hair was very thin and too red for her age. Her blue eyes.. were glazed and cloudy. He could tell she had attempted to adorn her face with makeup, but it looked to heavy and brash on her thin pale skin. She was standing in the lake wearing a fancy body suit that was never meant for water and designed for a much younger body. His eyes devoured her every detail...as relief washed over his tense body. This was his beloved AnnaLisa and she was safe and beautiful and still with him. The elderly lady stared back at him confused and a little frighten he could tell. Seeing the uncertainty in her eyes he realized why. His tattoos were on full display, his long pointy ears were not covered and he was naked. He chuckled lightly to himself then gently released her arms and stepped deeper into the cold waves to conceal himself. He was her husband of 70 years. They had met and fallen in love at the circus where they performed night after night. They moved around a lot because he seemed to not age and people would have gotten suspicious. He always covered his tats and hid his obvious elven ears when they were in public, but never at home. He revealed he was an elf just before he asked AnnaLisa to marry him. For whatever reason, these days his lovely wife could not recognize him as her husband when he looked his true self. Seeing that she was dressed in her old circus outfit, no doubt she was on her way to a performance in a place and time that will never be. Remembering when they first met, he bowed to her extending his hand out for her to take it. It was an old routine they did decades ago...she forgot many things but she did not forget her dance and music. AnnaLisa took the young man's hand as they danced in the water laughing and singing songs that her fading mind knew by heart. AnnaLisa's soul could have danced forever, but her body was very tired now. Elaii, offered her to sit for a moment...which she did as he knelled behind her to support her tired back. Gentle waves caressed their skin allowing the elderly lady to relax her muscles a bit. She looked up at the kind man attending her and asked him, "Who are you and do you know my husband?" Every time she asked him that question, his heart broke in a new place. Glad that the water droplets from the lake camouflaged hid his tears, he looked at her lovingly and replied in a happy like manner, "I, dear lady, work at the circus with you. I am one of your dance partners." She smiled at him as he continued, "I do know your husband. You both met at the circus, fell in love and got married many years ago." AnnaLisa laughed as she turned her head up to look at the man...she was comforted that this was someone who knew her and her husband, but she corrected him kindly, "We were not married MANY years ago silly only this year." Her face lit up as she seemed to remember her loving husband and wedding day. Suddenly, AnnaLisa stood up and began moving fast deeper into the lake. She was in a hurry and a bit worried as she politely excused herself from the young man's company, "Sorry I have to go to my husband he is waiting for me!" Elaii swiftly but gently placed himself in front of her but not in a threatening way. He spoke calmly to her, "AnnaLisa, AnnaLisa...your husband is over there in the house..." He gave her a moment to take in what he was saying, "He is waiting for you...I told him I would bring you to him...are you ready AnnaLisa? Let's go..." He gently guided her out of the water and back to the house. Once he got her safely inside, he locked every door and window. He sat her down in a chair with a bottle of water and a snack then quickly covered his tats and ears and put on decent clothes. As quickly as he changed his attire and appearance, AnnaLisa was quicker. When he walked into the room she was at the door pounding trying to get out. Softly he called out to her, "AnnaLisa my love." Distraught, terrified and angry...the elderly lady spun around ready for battle ...but smiled when she saw her handsome newly wed husband. She ran to him, "Elaii, Elaii....Oh my goodness...I've been looking for you all day!" she cried as she threw her arms about his neck and cried into his shoulder. He led her to the sofa, holding her close to his chest and kissing the top of her head. She was his 37th human wife and proving to be the most unpredictable of them all. She herself was becoming a mini circus full of wonder and drama...he smiled to himself...he would not change her for anything.

The Elf’s Wife

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dyN2021

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years

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Sugarcoated. (m)

↳ chapter seventeen: the void

❧ genre: pro-hero hitoshi, adoptive siblings, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: mentions of suicide/self harm, depression, anxiety, comfort

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The loud and obnoxious sound of the alarm on your phone woke you from a deep slumber. You groaned and reached behind your head to the arm of the couch and grabbed the device, picking it up and touching the 'off' button. Your fingers went to clutch the phone but it slipped from your hold and landed straight on your forehead.

"Oh for the love of fucking christ why!"

Groaning and moaning in pain, you rolled over and fell straight off of the couch with a yelp.

"I'm just going to lay here and die," you thought to yourself as your face stayed buried into the rug.

The phone started to ring only a few seconds later, startling you from the serene quietness of the house. With a sigh you sat up on your elbows and grabbed the phone, seeing that it was Hitoshi calling, more than likely to make sure you were awake from your nap.

"Ayeeee," you answered with a tired and un-enthused tone.

"I swear you're something else woman, are you awake? Like awake awake?"

"Yeah I'm awake, trust me," you replied rubbing your forehead.

"Okay, just making sure sweetness. The kid has dance this afternoon right?"

You confirmed Hitoshi's question as you rose from the floor with a groan. The two of you continued to converse as you put on your hoodie and coat, shoes and grabbed your car keys. It had been exactly three weeks since you moved in with your now boyfriend to help him with the care of Eri. It was an exhausting and busy three weeks but so wonderful at the same time. You liked the hustle and bustle of bringing Eri to and from school and her different lessons. More than anything you loved being part of Hitoshi and Eri's life, sharing a home with them both and having your own life full of love and happiness, all because of them.

"How about I meet you two after her lesson and we'll go out for dinner since it's Friday?"

You quirked a brow and counted back your days, realizing that Hitoshi was right but also causing another important detail to pop into your brain as you saw a sparkly pink duffel bag by the front door.

"Uh – I think it'll be just me and you actually. Eri is supposed to go to some little slumber party tonight after dance. I just remembered!"

"That's fine then, you know what, since you'll be back at home before me I'll just pick up some take-out on my way home and we'll have a night in together. It's been a while since we've had one of those, kid free. Maybe even have a copious amount of sex squeezed in between some movies and video games?"

You laughed as you were already out the door and getting into your vehicle, knowing good and well that your lover was at his work desk surrounded by his colleagues and not giving a single fuck about if they could overhear him or not.

"Mmm, food, movies, video games and sex. Should I wear my 'holey' pants, I just know how turned on you get when I strut around in them!"

A sharp inhale was heard on the other end of the call, making you laugh again from imagining Hitoshi grinning through his gritted teeth as he thought of your pair of pajama pants with pink pineapples all over them and a good number of frayed holes. You never cared to throw them away because they were the most comfortable pair of pj's you owned.

"Oh now you're talking, maybe even wear a matching trash bag top. Mmm, that'd be so fucking hot!"

More laughter erupted from your mouth, making Hitoshi laugh as well. You sank back into the seat of the vehicle after starting the engine and turning the heater on full blast. "I love you weirdo."

"I love you more sweetheart. Be careful on the road please, and text me when you get there."

"You got it captain!"

After picking up Eri from school, the two of you had a small amount of time to drive-thru and grab a quick snack. Eri sat in her booster seat, eating her fries and drinking her juice happily as you did the same. You turned down the music on the radio and glanced at the little girl in your rear-view mirror.

"So cutie, what do you want to be for Halloween? We're gonna have to start looking for a costume because you got that party coming up, plus we're all going to the festival at UA."

As Eri chewed on a mouthful of salty fries she thought with a finger to her cheek. After a few seconds, her ruby eyes lit up and she looked at you.

"I want to be Alice!"

"Ooh, that sounds easy enough! You'd make a very cute and fitting Alice! You know I think we should make Toshi be the Cheshire Cat!"

"Yeah! He's purple already!" Eri pointed out.

You laughed and agreed with her. You couldn't wait to tell Hitoshi the decision you and his sister made in regards to his Halloween outfit. Eri followed with asking what you would be, which actually stumped you. You weren't much of a fan of the classic tale but you had a general knowledge of it. The Mad Hater or Queen of Hearts just didn't really float your boat.

"Hmm, who else is there?"

A light flickered in your head as you thought about making you and Hitoshi match at least in the animal department.

"What about the White Rabbit?"

"Yeah! Then we would all match!"

The rest of the drive you and Eri planned out the pieces of your costumes. Once at dance you walked in with her, hand in hand and helped to get her dressed in her dance outfit and put her long silver locks up into a nice and neat bun. You stowed her stuff away and walked to the dance room, crouching to her level before she went inside.

"Alright, you're going home with Mai and her mommy today for her slumber party. All your things are in your bag, and if you need absolutely anything you let her mom know and she will call me or Toshi."

"Okay Unnie, you and Sou-Sou will come get me tomorrow?"

"Absolutely, whenever you're ready to come home, we'll be on our way!"

Eri smiled and nodded before hugging your neck tightly. You placed a kiss to her head before standing and coaxed her into the dance room. She smiled and waved goodbye to you and ran to join her little group of friends. You waved back and proceeded to give the other girls mother yours and Hitoshi's numbers and made your way back home, more than ready to have a lazy night with your equally exhausted boyfriend.

Hitoshi struggled to open the door of his home, after many failed attempts of calling your cell or kicking at the barrier since his hands were full, he had to manage by himself knowing that you wouldn't be coming to help him. Once inside he heard it was quiet for the most part, which had him worried until he walked more into the kitchen and could hear a vacuum cleaner running down the hall. His heart was put at ease, realizing that's why you didn't answer him.

The hero placed all the bags of food on the counter, he went all out and got everything the both of you enjoy from your favorite take-out place. You had been working so hard the past few weeks caring for Eri, cleaning the house and cooking in your free time, even if it was already spotless.

Of course Hitoshi wasn't the type to just sit back and let you do these things, either you'd have them all done before he could get home or when he'd offer his help you'd decline it and suggest he spend time with Eri helping with her homework or just playing games with her. Tonight he wanted to make sure you were satisfied in more ways than one, a belly full of good food, a nice bath to relax your tired body, nice soft and comfy clothes and a whole bunch of doing nothing.

After Hitoshi's arms were empty he slid his shoes off and made his way towards the whirring sound of the cleaning appliance. It led him to Eri's bedroom and he poked his head around the corner of her door frame. The sight his eyes fell upon was very welcomed, making him chuckle and smile.

Your ear buds were snug in your ears, your phone on the toddlers dresser. As you vacuumed you danced along with the music flowing into your canals, singing to it as well. Your hips swayed in a hypnotic way and you had great footwork as you stepped along with the beat. Your entire body was moving - shoulders, waist, head. (H/c) locks swayed along and your free hand was raised up dancing along too.

"Y se emociona, ya no razona. Y me empieza a cantar, me canta así, así. Bidi bidi bom bom. Bidi bidi bom bom."

Hitoshi's eyes lit up as he heard your voice speaking the Spanish language so flawlessly. He knew you liked many different types of music and knew countless songs word by word, the language barrier being no problem.

This wasn't the first time the male had caught you like this either, there were multiple times he'd walk in on you dancing and singing in the shower, while baking or cleaning. Each time he'd scare the piss out of you by not making his presence known and you'd stop immediately. It wasn't like you couldn't dance or sing, because you could and so well. The sheer embarrassment of it all though is what would make you end the show.

This time though, he didn't want that to happen. With the help of his own sounds being muted by your ear buds and vacuum, he was able to sneak inside the room and place himself a close distance behind you. His violet eyes watched your foot work and learned it quickly, they'd also gaze to your ass as you'd roll your hips and stick the plump flesh out.

He panted, seeing you in black leggings and a plain long-sleeve shirt. You didn't have to wear fancy or revealing getup's to get his blood pumping and his tongue hanging from his mouth.

Hitoshi held his hands up and lined them with your hips as he got ready to step in with you. You sang the song so well and perfectly it's like he could hear the beat of it and easily became in-tune with your movements. Hitoshi took a deep breath and waited for just the right moment and took it.

One arm wrapped around the front of your waist, pulling your gyrating hips into his, the other grabbed hold of your hand that swayed up in the air. Chuckling, his lips brushed against the skin of your neck, making a shocked gasp escape from your mouth. You hadn't fully registered what was happening as Hitoshi danced with you, moving his hips along with yours and pressing his hard chest to your back.

You stopped vacuuming, letting go of the machine and Hitoshi took the chance to twirl you around and face him. He took a bud from your ear and placed it in his so he could hear the music you listened to. It was lively and fun, his hands took hold of yours, fingers intertwining and holding them in the air as he danced along with you quite well.

"Toshi-ah! What the – you never told me you could even remotely dance!"

Hitoshi twirled you, making you giggle and tugged you towards him and kissed your cheek, "You never asked."

"That's my line you turd!"

Smiling, Hitoshi pulled you into his chest and dipped you, timing it perfectly with the end of the song. He was so pleased with himself and placed sweet kisses up your neck to your cheek before standing you straight up again. His arms wrapped around you and hugged you close, you hummed and hugged back burying your face into him. Hitoshi pulled away and removed the bud from yours and his ear, grabbed your phone and shut off your music.

"Come on sweetness, let's get that thing put back up and get our night started!"

After eating all the food you could until you were miserable, Hitoshi ran a bath and you both bathed and relaxed until you were prunes. Now you laid on the couch together watching a movie. Hitoshi played with your (h/c) hair as you laid on his chest until you lost interest in the film and moved to sit up and straddle his lap. He smiled and touched your warm cheek, drinking in the site of you wearing one of his shirts and looking adorable.

"I didn't ask yet, but how was your last full week at the agency?"

Hitoshi explained his week and you listened closely, your hands playing with his.

The time had come finally for him to start his teaching job at UA that following Monday, you were excited and nervous for him, he was more excited than anything. All week after he'd get off work, he'd stop by the school to set up his classroom and get everything in place and ready.

You and Eri stopped by one day to bring him dinner and you weren't exactly surprised to see just how much he put into the room. It looked chaotic with all the sketches, posters and prints that hung from the walls but it was somehow like an organized chaotic. Everything flowed together well, it was cozy and very inviting. As he stated before, there was a big print of your picture from Disneyland on one of the walls, along with an equally sized picture of Eri. Hitoshi said he was going to make the classroom his own and make it his own he did.

"You excited for your first day of teaching?" You asked, moving your hands up Hitoshi's chest to wrap around his neck and play with his hair.

"Definitely, it'll be a nice change and new journey. I can't wait to meet my students and see how creative they are."

You smiled at your lover's excitement and leaned forward to kiss his lips softly. Hitoshi hummed as his hands rested on and squeezed your hips. He grinned after you broke away, asking what the kiss was for.

"Just because. I'm really proud of you Hitoshi, you set your sights on something and you go after it."

"Well thank you sweetheart. I'm so lucky to have you," he replied and pulled your lips to his again, giving you a kiss to express his gratitude.

You smiled and leaned down, hugging his chest and pressing your cheek to it. Hitoshi wrapped his own arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

"It's definitely the other way around Toshi."

Shinsou smirked as he rubbed your back and you went back to watching the movie on the tv but suddenly it's like your words brought a past memory up, from that night in the bathtub a few weeks ago.

"I don't know how much longer I would've lasted in this world."

Somehow he had forgotten to ask you about that night, about your life and emotional health before moving in with him. Looking down at you, Hitoshi figured now was a good enough time to ask you, you were awake and aware and already in a somewhat mushy and open mood. You never had been the type to really hide anything from him, even before your relationship became official. Hitoshi picked up on clues to your moods and he'd ask you about them, sometimes you'd be hesitant or annoyed with his line of questioning but you always answered him. In the end you'd feel better having him to vent to.

"Hey baby," Hitoshi started off as his hand on your back squeezed, "I've been wanting to talk to you about something."

You remained in your place, your hand holding onto Hitoshi's bicep and your thumb brushing his skin under the sleeve of his shirt. "What is it Toshi?"

"Do you remember a few weeks ago, when you and Eri made that cake, me and you took a bath that night and you were dozing off? You said something to me, something about how if I hadn't come along with my job offer then you didn't know 'how much longer you would've lasted in this world'. Does any of that ring a bell?"

Your brows knitted, trying to recall that nights events. The memories were blurry, you were in a dazed state after all. You remembered Hitoshi bathing you, holding you close and letting you melt into him. When you're extremely tired and trying to fight it off, you tend to blabber a lot about your hearts innermost feelings. More than likely that was the case that night, no denying it.

"I don't remember it exactly, but it sounds like something I would've said."

"What exactly did you mean by that? You weren't planning on hurting yourself ... were you?"

There was a pause before you replied, letting out a long and ragged breath as you thought how to form the words that wanted to fall from your lips.

You had thoughts before, of how much easier life would be if you didn't have a life at all. You wouldn't have to worry about meeting due dates for bills, wouldn't have to be bothered with your families problems and above all, wouldn't have to see that monster you worked for ever again. Each day going back and forth to that café seemed to just break a piece of your soul off more and more. The looks, whistles and words that you'd hear.

Your only saving grace being Hitoshi when he'd stop by and grace you with his company. For those few moments or hours, you'd feel that everything was good in the world, that maybe you could make it one more day if it meant seeing that tuft of purple hair and those glistening amethyst eyes one more time.

"Uh – not exactly, I guess? I don't know. I think back then I honestly had just given up on caring about my life Hitoshi. I was in the mindset that if something 'bad' did happen to me then I'd be okay with it. Truthfully, I'm too much of a little bitch to ever off myself, I wanted it to be done for me. I'd go as far as seeking out dangerous situations sometimes."

Hitoshi clenched his jaw, letting your words hit him hard, his hold on you grew tighter. You kissed the inside of his elbow that your face rested in and continued.

"I – I'd purposefully walk through the rough and bad areas of the city on my way home some nights. Hoping someone would think I was good enough to mess with and even hurt. Other times I wouldn't pay attention to my surroundings as I walked crosswalks during heavy traffic. I feel disgusted with myself that I even thought of giving into that man I worked for, then trying to back out of it, hoping he'd get mad enough to lose his control and just ... end me. I almost got what I wished for huh? Except that night, my entire view had changed, I didn't want that situation anymore but still it ended up happening, like some sick joke."

Hitoshi could feel his chest tightening, his heart aching and squeezing. The thought of seeing a story on the news about a girl with your description found behind a dumpster in the slums of Japan had his stomach in knots and made him nauseous. The fact that you sought that out, made it even worse.

If you truly had gotten everything you wished for back then, Hitoshi would've been guilt ridden for sure. It was his fucking job to read people, how did he not see that dead and hopeless look in your eyes?

Was it because when he was around, even if you acted annoyed, that you were at your happiest? Just the act of him stopping by and requesting you, was that what kept you going? What about your own family, there's no way they didn't play a part in your life and no way they wouldn't have helped you, had you asked for it.

"(Y/N), what about your family?"

Your shoulders shrugged and you hummed.

"Well, I distanced myself from them. My parents especially, I just wanted to escape all the – the idiocy. My brother and his wife, their kids, they were another reason I kept going. My mother and father though, nothing happy every comes out of those relationships. Just being let down time and time again, picked over for something better."

You had no family really, except for your sibling and his small family. Those two kids of theirs were your entire world. Then Hitoshi and Eri came along and your world grew. You and brother would go a few weeks without talking to each other, it was normal. They would get busy with the kids and work, and you would be busy with whatever was going on in your life. Always though, you'd check up on each other after too long and pick up from where you left off.

Hitoshi was silent as you explained your sad and chaotic life to him, taking it all in. He never knew any of this went on, had he known, he would've done more, made his move earlier! You finally pulled yourself from his chest, going back to straddling his hips and looking at him. The man looked to be on the verge of tears.

You pouted and cupped Hitoshi's face, leaning forward and resting your forehead to his.

"I'm sorry Hitoshi. I'm sorry I didn't value you my life like I should've. Sorry for not being strong enough and being a coward, for being stupid and endangering myself. I just, I had enough of it all, I was tired," a shaky breath left your lips, " - so tired. I wasn't going anywhere fast enough for my liking, I had these dreams that seemed so unrealistic and I got discouraged. You saved me though and each day I'm so thankful you walked into that café almost every goddamn day and showed me that smile and kindness. It got to where I lived for it, now wholeheartedly I live all because of you."

Tears flowed from your eyes and from Hitoshi's as well. When he felt a tear drop onto his shirt the hero captured you in his arms holding you as close as humanly possible. Your cries rippled through him as he held your head to him and pet your hair. You apologized over and over, for the smallest and most unnecessary reasons. Hitoshi quietly cried with you, comforting and shushing your un-needed words.

"You have nothing to be sorry for towards me (Y/N). I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner or did something about it. The thought of you suffering alone, not being this person I've been so blessed to see these past few weeks, it fucking kills me. As long as there's a breath in me, I promise to do everything in my power to make sure you're happy. I'll support and back all your dreams like you do for me, I'll always be here for you to vent to and let your frustrations out on, I'll be absolutely any and everything you could ever need. You have to promise me though that if you ever feel yourself slipping, even just the smallest bit, back into that void, you'll let me know."

You nodded, sniffling and wiping your nose and eyes with the backs of your hands and arms. "I promise Hitoshi. Thank you so much, for everything. I love you so much."

Hitoshi closed his eyes and squeezed you tight, placing a kiss to your temple and wiped your eyes. "I love you so much more."

The next few minutes were spent with Hitoshi holding you close, both of you calming down and getting back to normal. Your boyfriend instructed you wrapped around and hold him tight as he got up from the couch, carrying you to the kitchen and sitting you on the counter. He grabbed a clean rag and wet it with warm water, wrung it out then placed himself between your knees. As you sniffled, Hitoshi used the rag to wipe and clean your eyes and face. The warmth of the cloth made you relax and you gave the man an appreciative smile.

"Sorry I kind of ruined the whole vibe tonight Toshi."

"Baby, you didn't ruin anything. As painful as it was, I'm glad we had this talk. How about we play a friendly game of Mario Kart to get the mood back up?"

You chuckled as Hitoshi took your face in his hands, pulling you to look up at him towering over you and placing a kiss to your lips. Your hands hung from his as you kissed back eagerly. His warm and soft lips were helping to bring the warmth back to yours. The taste of spicy curry was still on his tongue that was welcomed into your mouth and lapped at your own muscle, you enjoyed it honestly. Tongues retreated back to their own caves and your lips enveloped each other one last and long time before breaking away.

"You're on Hitoshi, get ready to get your ass kicked!"

A cocky grinned grew on Hitoshi's face and he quickly tossed you over his shoulder, placing a firm smack to your ass as he carried you back into the living room. It stung more than usual being you weren't wearing pants to protect your skin. You playfully bit at the back of his shoulder, making him only bite your thigh in retaliation.

"Ow you fucker! I'd be nice if I were you, I do get to put together your Halloween costume in fact, and I could be evil about it!"

"What costume? I haven't told you what I wanted to be yet."

You smiled as Hitoshi flung you onto the massive couch from over his shoulder. His arms trapped your head and he looked down on you and leaned on the couch.

"You don't get a say in the matter, Eri chose for you and it's great! You see, you'll be going as the Cheshire Cat, ears and all! For once I'll be the one drooling over you in a kitty cat getup!"

Hitoshi narrowed his eyes at you and grit his teeth. Your finger reached up and glided under his chin then to bop the tip of his nose as you giggled.

"Cat got your tongue Toshi?"

"Bite me," he snapped back.

Propping up on your elbow, your hand cupped his neck and tugged him down roughly and closer to you, the tip of your tongue licked up the side of his throat and stopped at his jaw where you nipped lightly. "Don't mind if I do!"

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Their Courtesan {Oneshot}

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Oneshot

Pairing: Valkyrie/Brunnhilde x Female Reader x Loki Laufeyson

Warnings: SMUT! No plot.

From this ASK

Summary: Loki and Brunnhilde learn to share, eventually. Thor has left with the guardians and leaves Loki and Brunnhilde in charge, so basically a king and queen that are at each other’s throats 24/7. Thankfully the reader knows how to keep them from killing one another. This basically just smut without much plot, and I am not sorry.

A/N: Requested. Wrote in 2nd person, I have never done this before so let me know it this makes any sense! I’m going with post endgame abs the idea that Loki was present for the final battle. I believe in aftercare do you get some ending fluff. The reader is not mortal, but I am leaving it at that. She has a backstory that explains what she is as well as how Loki and Brunnhilde ‘acquire’ her. I was asked for a smutty one shot and I hope I delivered! You get smut all around in this one and I hope it’s enjoyable! I got carried away.

Words: +5,200

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It had already been a long day of talks with the mortals, per usual, and left you, the newest Royals courtesan wandering the New Asgard settlement. It appeared additions were needed due to the recently dead coming back. Making your way to the stables, there was no doubt the god or Valkyrie would know where to find you. Though you were doubly sure where to find Brunnhilde.

The warriors calming tone wafted down the alley and between the stalls to lead you straight to the newest queen of Asgard. Brunnhilde was standing at a stall belonging to one of the newest additions to the paddocks; one of five Pegasi brought from Alfheim.

"Loki boring you already," the warrior laughed as you stepped next to her. Brunnhilde’s gaze raked over you salaciously the moment you reached a steady hand out to rub over the soft hair of the creatures forehead before giving a small smile. "He likes you. The Pegasus, and Loki,” the Valkyrie pointed out.

The tanned warrior laughed at her own statement while reaching out to push loose hair behind your ear. Their courtesan, as everyone was sure to address you, still didn't speak much to either Loki or Brunnhilde. Though they had to admit, you are a hell of a lover in their recently shared quarters thanks to your insistence on doing so. However, neither Loki nor Brunhilde had shared, or better put, refused to share you during the act. When the mood hit, one was always kicking the other out of bed or wherever you happened to be.

"Suppose they do," you smirked, surprise washed over you as Brunnhilde didn't hesitate to take your hand in a warm calloused one. Tugging gently, the queen led her lover into the empty stall next door, the stable hands scattering and sure to give you both privacy.

"You think I don't know you are keeping the two of us distracted so we don't rip each other’s throats out, little raven," the Valkyrie breathed heavily, pressing your trembling body into the side of the rough stall. The fresh straw crunched under boot, Brunnhilde kicked your legs apart enough to rub her clothed thigh into your heated core.

"I know you do," you panted out, Brunnhilde pressing her thigh between your legs harder.

The empty stall echoed with desperate noises from you, while Brunnhilde had to tip her chin up to capture your bruised lips. Bucking against the warriors thigh, a breathy whimper parted your lips, giving the queen the perfect opportunity to seize them harshly, flooding both your senses with the tang of copper. A harsh bite prompted you to part them so the queen could press her tongue past the bloody lip to taste of a lover all hers; for the moment.

Trembling hands reached down to tug at the Valkyries jeans as Brunnhilde done the same to yours feverishly, both only parting long enough to push jeans past trembling hips. Harshly Brunnhilde slammed you back into the stable wall hard enough to make it shake and the beast next door spook. Before you could utter a word tanned fingers slid between slick folds the moment you lunged forward to capture the queen’s lips. This put both off balance, tripping over half-shed jeans, you fell forward into the fresh straw overtop of Brunnhilde.

Effortlessly, you kept Brunnhilde on her back, feverish hands rucking the Valkyrie’s shirt and bra over her breast. You were glad it was a warm day and the queen, your lover, wasn't dressed in so many layers. Feverishly, you kissed between heaving tanned breast, pressing bruised and bitten lips over tanned belly to pause over top of ready slit. Carefully, you gave the soft flesh a kiss before ultimately placing your tongue flat and hot against the queen’s clit.

Your own thighs trembled along with Brunnhilde's the moment tanned fingers laced into your loosely braided hair. The tanned fingers twirling to turn it into a tangled mess the moment you sank two digits into the queen’s core. The sensation of the Valkyrie bucking against your tongue and digits made your own heated center quiver. Cool air ghosted your bare cunt as your tongue dipped to prod at wet hole then back to suckle delicate nerve.

Brunhilde propped on her elbow while the other hand remained laced into her lovers locks. She needed to watch the courtesan work and unable to stop the breathy pants that escaped every time you suckled at delicate clit. In a rhythm you removed your curling fingers to prod adept tongue into wet cunt before sweeping back to suckle throbbing nub once more. Brunnhilde's hips bucked uncontrollably, a whimper even escaping as two fingers slid velvety smooth and curled deep in her heat. All that while lips closed around her clit delicately, but expertly.

In no time the Valkyrie came undone above you, pumping fingers still deep in the warriors core to aid her through the orgasm. Velvet walls clinched at slick digits fingers while you suckled ever so gently, careful of overstimulation while aiding her finish. The copper fingers twisting your hair from its messy braid were now tugging you to trembling knees. Guiding you, via the knotted mess, to straddle Brunnhilde’s high, the warrior taking advantage of your slightly confused state to force your lips together once more.

Expertly the queen positioned her thigh to rub between your legs, pressing your unbuttoned jeans into wet center. A whining noise escaped the back of your throat as shivering hips rocked, seeking more friction. With a devilish smirk, Brunnhilde let go of the twisted wreck of her lovers hair to place it around the nape of your neck to trace over the scar there.

Hastily you tried to pull away, but Brunnhilde kept hold of the nape of your neck. You knew Loki had to be missing you by now and having taken care of your queen meant it was time to hurry back. Managing to pull away, you sat back on trembling legs, trying to stand only for Brunnhilde to lunge forward, scorching hand taking its place on the nape of your neck to keep hold of you.

The queen pressed your lips together feverishly. Hand still on the nape of your neck to prevent you from pulling apart while a freehand found its way into the front of your pants. Greedily, tanned fingers gripped at wet hole, or that was until someone knocked on the stall door.

"What," Brunnhilde griped out to whomever they were, wanting it known she was annoyed. Protectively the queen pulled her lover tight to bare breasts, your sweat beaded head laying on tanned shoulder. Gingerly the Valkyrie slipped her hand from your ruined jeans, massaging your clammy neck delicately.

"Forgive the intrusion my queen,” the one on the other side began nervously, “but Loki is requesting his courtesan return to the council room.” The speaker sounded like the young woman that ran errands for the council.

“His courtesan,” Brunnhilde snipped, not meaning for messenger to hear while her lover placed a kiss to the soft flesh under her ear. This earned you a quiet scolding that meant nothing while tanned fingers continued to massage over your clammy neck.

“That is what his majesty stated my queen,” the messenger was quick to answer meekly thru the door, earning a sigh from Brunnhilde. Right now, the Valkyrie didn’t want to deal with the arrogant bastard, especially not in a post orgasmic haze.

"Give us a moment," Brunnhilde huffed, the two of you getting to your feet.

The Valkyrie reached out lovingly to help her lover right disheveled pants, tanned fingers working the button and fly delicately as if it may hurt you. Full lips fell to sore ones hungrily, but thankfully gently. Your hands caressed over tanned, bare breasts before pulling the cloth down for your queen.

"Go on, tonight yeah," she breathed lovingly across your lips as they released and placed her forehead to yours.

"Yeah," you smiled slyly at the warrior who pecked sore lips once more. Quickly you turned from Brunnhilde, sure to hurry out of the stall and past the messenger while smoothing your hair with seidr.

***

Silently you entered the private chamber just off of the main meeting room for the Asgardian council. Shutting the door quietly, you were curious what exactly had been missed and if Loki was truly as irritated as he appeared. The god stood bowed over the large wooden table cluttered in parchment, printed Midgardian documents along with tablet and cell phone. You approached cautiously, reading his body language before stopping beside him to look down at the tablet he appeared to be looking over.

“Will you kneel for me today,” Loki began the instant his lover paused at his side, the god relishing in the feel of your heated hand snaking over the one anchored on the table.

Finally, Loki, the god of mischief, king of New Asgard, looked up from the tablet to you at his side. His young lover, that he begrudgingly shared with Brunnhilde, the queen of New Asgard. Turning his hand under yours, he took it in his as he stood straight and took in the Midgardian clothing. You still refused to wear traditional Asgardian dress but that was the least of his concerns today.

“What do you think,” you smirked, stepping flush to Loki as he turned to face you and met his gaze. Loki had been kept in meetings since it appeared Thor had left the new colony to he and Brunnhilde, a literal powder keg needing but one spark to set it off; though it seemed you were the means to suppressing the impending explosion.

“I think you’re up to something my little minx,” he spoke as if trying to be irritated with the woman before him. Loki was quick to note it smelled as if you had been at the stables. The sweet smell of the horses and Pegasi had soaked into your clothes.

“Caught me,” you smiled, relishing in the feel of his heated hand wrapping around the nape of your neck to pull your lips to his but paused.

“She caught you in the stables, that is why you left my side during the meeting,” he spoke softly on tender lips. Sparkling emeralds met your gaze while calloused fingers traced the thin scar on the nape of your neck. It cost he and Brunnhilde dearly to bring you back.

“Possibly,” your voice rasped, leaning forward for a kiss only for Loki to pull away.

“What will you do when you finally get us both at the same time, little raven,” he spoke darkly, pressuring you to step back into the desk. The hard edge bit into your thighs the moment you paused and tried to place your lips to his once more, but the god was sure to deny it, yet again.

“Enjoy it,” you smirked before Loki took tender lips feverishly. Greedily he swallowed the pained whimper as he leaned your shivering body back onto the parchment and what have you. The gods free hand reached the apex of your trembling thighs, pressing lithe fingers into the damp jeans.

“And what if we break you,” he breathed down your gasping throat, finally releasing raw lips. Desperately your fingers grasped at his shirt under the long coat, panting breath fanning over his lips.

“Then I will go to Valhalla fulfilled,” you panted, leather clad bulge taking place of prodding digits.

“I’m I a rush pet,” Loki breathed hastily, fingers working the button of your pants. Quickly Loki spun you the instant they were undone, forcing them over your hips and slamming balls deep into you without warning.

The force the god slammed home into needy cunt pushed the breath out of you as a wonton cry for him to take you how he pleased. This wasn’t what you thought he called you here for, but wasn’t about to turn it down, just like the Valkyrie in the stables. The gods hand snaked around trembling waist to lift you accordingly while the other wrapped your clammy throat delicately to pull you flush to his chest. You tried to brace on the table but no use. Fingers barely ghosted the surface while Loki pounded bruised hips into the edge of the table. No doubt there would be marks; but so worth it.

“This what you wanted pet,” his voice echoed darkly in your ear before feeling him kiss over the flesh under it. Hungerly, Loki sucked and bit at the tender flesh to mark it.

“More than I expected,” you panted, placing one hand to the arm around your waist and the other around the one on your throat, the thumb of it stroking the soft flesh.

“Good,” he smirked against your skin swearing your cunt was growing tighter by the moment.

It was clear with the fervor he fucked into you that he wasn't going to last, his girth throbbed for release as did the still tight coil in your lower belly. Though, with the noises he made, the desperation in his thrust, the velvet tip dragging perfectly you knew it would be denied again. But this was in no way a disappointment, his cock filled you perfectly and sinfully to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

With one last hard thrust Loki knocked the breath out of you as he spilled into your womb. You were a panting wreck, wrapped in the god’s arms while he lazily rocked his hips to finish before slipping free. Combined arousal slid down your trembling thighs in the process. What did it matter? You were his courtesan, his lover. Loki panted your name followed by praises you’re your reddened neck.

Carefully, the god kept you up right, keeping shivering form flush to sit on the chase lounge with his lover in his lap. In private Loki was loving, kissing over the nape of clammy neck, paying close attention to the scar before the door opened to slam shut. Loki quickly jumped to his feet with your back held flush to his chest while gold like engulfed you both to make you presentable. The Valkyrie smirked especially at the look on your face.

“Little temptress,” Brunnhilde snarled, advancing on you who gave a smirk. The queen saw the devious glint in your eyes as she neared you both.

“Time for the meeting,” you were quick to speak up. Instantly you were sure to avoid Brunnhilde, skirting out of the room, the queen starting after you but stopping at the door to watch the sly courtesan hurry down the corridor towards the exit.

“She’s a menace,” Loki spoke up behind Brunnhilde who turned to look at the god.

“Yeah, but apparently she is our menace,” the warrior spoke looking to the paperwork the god was apparently agitated with. The woman that came to fetch them had elaborated on the chaos that had ensued during the meeting, the true reason their courtesan left.

“Did they send more,” Brunnhilde huffed out, the only thing they seemed to agree on was their shared lover and the hatred for the paperwork the mortals loved to send as of late.

“Appears that way. We are meeting with someone named Ross,” Loki's agitated voice spoke up. Taking strides over to the table with the Valkyrie coming to stand with him.

“Great. I heard he is an asshole.”

***

It was taking to long for both Loki and Brunnhilde to return. Though the two despised each other it appeared you were the one thing they had in common as rulers and why they shared a bed. It was always a power struggle between Brunnhilde and Loki, one you were good at taming.

Loki made it back first, pausing in the doorway upon finding their lover bare and sprawled across the lush covers. Your hand between spread thighs, fingers circling delicate nub feverishly and needy whimpers puffing passed swollen lips. The god raked sparkling emeralds over your flush chest, watching it heave, freehand pinching and rolling the tender bud of a breast. It was apparent in your feverish moves and panting your end was fast approaching, head thrown over the edge of the mattress as he stepped towards you.

Casually Loki paused next to your head, delicately taking the hand from between your thighs. He smiled kindly as this caused you to jolt but remain frozen to the spot pupils swallowing any color that may have been left. A sheen of sweat shimmered over your flush chest, the god taking it in with his own lust blown orbs while the hand on your breast fell to the mattress, smirking at Loki drunkenly. Still holding your wrist, Loki placed his freehand under your chin to earn a shaky whimper, caressing the soft flesh for you to tip it back further.

“Such an impatient lover,” Loki spoke quietly, watching your free hand reach to the band of his leather breeches, throbbing manhood staining against them. “Denied yourself all day to keep your King and Queen happy, didn’t you little raven,” Loki breathed out, you finally managing the closure with a smirk, girth springing free and taking it in hand to give it a pump.

“If it keeps my lovers from killing one another so be it,” you smirked, hearing Loki's breath hitch as your breath fanned across the head of his cock. Swallowing hard, your tongue darted out to lick over the velvet tip before wrapping soft lips around it delicately to suckle then pull away.

“Clever creature,” Loki rasped thrusting his hips forward and into your welcoming mouth. Slowly releasing your wrist, Loki kept one hand on your throat while placing the other between spread thighs, dipping two digits to juicy hole. He felt a moan vibrate around his cock as it sank deeper into your throat, your hand slipping from the base of his cock to his thigh. The fingers he inched to wet cunt retreated, making you whimper once more, only for it to be stifled as he pushed deeper into your throat. The god looking to the hand placed on your throat while simultaneously feeling his cock move deeper into your warm, velvety throat.

Slowly he circled delicate clit, swiping down to wet cunt only to sweep back over needy nub in torturous agony. The god took you to the edge only to deny it, fucking your throat slowly to work his own self up. It felt like only a few moments Loki jerked from your warm mouth with a pained grunt in favor of moving onto the bed with you. Feverishly the god took your tender lips, groaning as they parted for him to caress his tongue over a compliant one.

The leather of his long coat creaked, the cool hide caressing over your bare body sent shivers over pebbled flesh as he situated between spread thighs. Loki released your abused lips long enough to look at the door. An evil grin pulled at his lips before he focused back on you panting under him. Letting out an almost feral growl, Loki kissed his way over pebbled flesh, drinking in breathy sighs before pausing at the top of your slit.

Lazily, Loki kissed over shivering thighs as you whimpered and tugged at his hair. You needed him elsewhere and all he was doing was teasing. Bucking hips up to him in impatience as you finally looked down to meet his gaze and drink in his devious smirk. It only had him wrapping his arms under your thighs to place his hands heavily on your hips to hold them still. Letting out a whimper of displeasure, you tugged at his hair and still he refused to move, breathing a hot breath over throbbing clit.

“What’s the matter,” you heard Brunnhilde speak next to your ear, making you release Loki in surprise. You never heard the Valkyrie enter, turning your gaze to the tanned warrior to drink in lust blown cognac orbs and dressed in a thin shift standing next to the bed. “Don’t like to be the one who is being teased?”

Tanned fingers laced into your loose locks to take swollen lips forcefully while Loki continued to tease. Warm calloused fingers ran between your breast to pinch and tease a pert bud making your back arch, but hips still held firmly in place. The god between your thighs nipped at the soft flesh to make their courtesan jolt as Brunnhilde released sore lips with a loud pop. The warrior knew what she tasted on their lovers tongue but chose to ignore, though, the Valkyrie had to admit, the god didn’t taste bad.

Carefully the warrior climbed onto the bed to position bare cunt over top of your soft lips, your hands going to the warriors smooth thighs to guide her to sit. Brunnhilde skillfully did so, a tanned hand placed delicately on your chest and the other on a breast to knead it and pinch the pert bud. The Valkyrie looked to Loki who was still teasing you for the moment, leaving bruises of varying sizes all over trembling thighs and letting out a gasp the moment you licked over aching clit.

Loki saw the perfect opportunity to lap at your wet hole when the warrior riding your face closed honey brown orbs and moved her hips gently. This elicited a breathy moan from both women and had you writhing against his tongue. The god moved to suckle at delicate nub while plunging two digits into your tight heat. The warrior sitting on your face gripped hard to the breast she had been kneading, the moan you let out must have touched the warrior in a special way.

Brunnhilde couldn’t resist grinding against your tongue, finally focusing enough to look down and note Loki was no longer teasing their lover but edging you to bliss before backing off. Norns he was infuriating, tasting their lover, getting to you first. Jerking her hips in time to Loki’s own movements, Brunnhilde was chasing a high she didn’t realize was close as you whimpered and writhed under her, pulling back slightly.

Roughly calloused fingers threaded into Loki’s hair. The jerk to his scalp had him growling out to none other than Brunnhilde as he got to his knees hatefully. This made the god see red, preparing to push the warrior away but he paused at the dark look she met him with.

“Mine,” the warrior growled, forcing the god off of the bed as she herself bowed over to suckle at your clit.

This was beginning to be too much, you let out a whimper across the warriors velvet folds, which was enough to push Brunnhilde over the edge. In moments you felt the warriors presence lift from you and an ending denied yet again.

“Norns,” you huffed out before searing lips took yours again, nipping hard at tender bottom lip for them to part and Loki's tongue forcing it’s way over yours. Whimpering into the kiss, you writhed under the god, while the Valkyrie cursed him the moment the tanned warrior came out of her post orgasmic haze.

Greedily Brunnhilde attempted to force Loki away from you but he succeeded in thrusting balls deep into your cunt. Forcefully Loki kept his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your shivering form to pull you flush, rolling onto his back with you straddling his hips.

You didn’t hesitate to grind your hips hard into the god under you as Loki continued to hold your body flush to his own. Loki's member filling your tightening cunt perfectly. He released your lips to allow the opportunity to breathe, placing his forehead to yours to drink in each other's desperate pants; but kept quaking body flush to his bare torso. A thing you now noticed and chocked it up to his seidr.

You lost track of the Valkyrie or that was until you felt the press of cool, lubed silicone at your ass. Locking gazes with Loki, it was becoming obvious this was planned by the devious smirk he gave.

“Did we say you were allowed to cum just yet,” Brunnhilde spoke darkly into your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. The butt plug breaching past the ring of muscle slowly and the furry fox tail laid up along your spine made you whimper. The tanned warrior pulled tight to your back the instant Loki allowed you to sit up, the Valkyrie gaining height by placing her shins on the gods thighs.

“Please,” you whimpered, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen tighten. The overwhelming sensations had you raking blunt nails over the god's flesh to leave evil blackened lines in their wake.

“Easy lover,” Loki hissed at the sting, the god watching Brunnhilde's hands snake around their lovers body to toy with erect nipples. He also watched the Valkyrie rub her own breast against your back. Loki sat up on his elbows, drinking in the panting, shivering wreck of flesh that you, their lover had become.

Sitting up more, Loki wrapped a hand around the nape of your soft neck, thumb cherishing along taught jaw as Brunnhilde marked your shoulders in love bites. The god slowed his own pace, going easy but still needy cunt clenched tightly around his girth. He knew this was it for you, panting whimpers falling from swollen lips in a prayer as you came undone on his cock.

Desperately you rutted at the gods hips to finish, eyes squeezed shut while Brunnhilde bit hard to make you cry out. You could take it no more as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, throwing your head back into the Valkyries shoulder while finishing the chase. It was heavenly as Loki thrust up into your clenching cunt, prolonging your release. Blindly your trembling hands wrapped around Loki's neck, swollen lips falling to his in a needy kiss as you bowed over him.

The warriors lips released the bloody flesh she had made to flutter down your spine; or that was until Brunnhilde jerked your blissed, lax body greedily from Loki, slamming you to your back. The lithe warrior kneeled at your drunken side, hovering over your body, one hand going between your splayed legs to cup wet mound. Tenderly Brunnhilde massaged it while the free hand reached to the nape of clammy neck, tanned fingers tenderly rubbing over the scar. Heated lips fell gently this time to taste, tongues caressed as the hand between your thighs moved to press the fox tail plug, making you whimper and writhe.

“How about I give you another,” Brunnhilde breathed down your gasping throat as you whimpered for her to stop. Before the Valkyrie could place her lips back to tender ones, Loki jerked you from under the warrior. In shock, the Valkyrie watched as Loki skillfully flipped you to your belly before bringing your hips up to slide easily into tender cunt.

“Damn you,” Brunnhilde snarled, turning to pull you back. Loki smirked darkly before you jerked Brunnhilde to her back, placing bruised lips over the queen’s clit, making the warrior swallow her hate filled words.

“There’s a good girl,” Loki spoke into your ear as he bowed over you, kissing along your shoulders to feel you shiver; the fox tail thrown over your back and pinned between you both.

Damn, they knew your weaknesses, just like the fingers lacing into your disheveled hair and scratching soothingly against your scalp. The god lovingly kissed over your flushed shoulders while slowly dragging his member in and out, careful of overstimulation. You felt one of the gods hands move from a hip to slip around and lovingly circle over tender nub. This elicited a whimper as you pressed back into him.

“I believe you deserve one more for taking care of us today little raven,” Loki rasped across your shivering flesh, his own cock throbbing in tightening cunt while he once more left marks over the soft flesh.

Pounding harder, Loki pressed your clit more. Watching their lover delivering the Valkyrie to ecstasy once more drove Loki over the edge with you and Brunnhilde. The three of you finding your end together. It found the god panting and cursing when he came undone, only for you to be jerked to the warriors lips. Loki fell panting to your back as the warrior petted over the ruined creature you had become, pressed between them.

You felt the gods hot seed leaking from between shivering thighs while Loki laid panting on your back and Brunnhilde panted under you. Looking up drunkenly at the queen to meet cognac gaze before she leaned down to place a kiss tenderly on your swollen lips.

“I do believe the king needs to learn to share,” she whispered on your tender lips, tasting herself on them.

“So does the queen,” Loki mused, the god pushing up to sit between your sprawled legs. Gingerly he moved your shivering legs so not to hurt you. Soothingly he placed a hand on your lower back, caressing over the clammy flesh before running it gingerly between your quivering thighs, scooting the fox tail over your back.

“I believe we did well,” Brunnhilde laughed, sitting up for your head to fall into her lap tiredly. Tanned fingers danced over the scarred flesh of your nape before combing through sweat matted hair.

“I’m not so sure about that. I’m afraid we may have broken her,” Loki smirked, removing the plug to elicit a tired whimper before it disappeared from his hand.

“You both have ruined me,” you, their lover sighed as Brunnhilde rubbed over shivering shoulders and Loki massaged along quivering legs that felt numb.

“Good. That means you will always return to our bed to be properly satisfied,” Loki hums, carefully gathering you into his arms to carry to the bath.

“Our,” Brunnhilde mocked, scooting to the edge of the bed to start after you both, wobbling around herself before steadying.

“Yes. I do believe it was you that suggested it. May need a change in decor,” Loki spoke hotly over his shoulder before the tired creature in his arms spoke up.

“Stop arguing,” you hushed the moment they entered the bath. Loki continued to keep you cradled against his chest as he stepped into the prepared tub, the water very warm and relaxing as you both sank to the bottom.

“Yes, your majesty,” Loki chuckled in your ear while placing his head to yours.

The god forgot to look away as Brunnhilde entered the opposite side of the large tub bare, but this time the Valkyrie didn’t seem to mind. The tanned warrior moving between their spread legs to take your tender lips once more or until Loki pulled you away to take them himself. Though without argument, Loki allowed your lips back to Brunnhilde to finish the kiss.

“See, learning to share,” you panted across Brunnhilde's lips as the warrior sat against the side of the tub next to Loki, actually leaning on the god for support.

“Yes, my queen,” Brunnhilde sighed to you, taking the hand you offered to lace tanned fingers with it and place it on Loki’s knee that was above water. You then did the same with your other hand but lacing it with Loki’s, the god raising it to kiss it gently.

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