#cause my room will like only me separated with french doors

[thatone-brightstar]

Paint stained kisses -Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader-

a/n: Everyone say thank you to the sweet @beebslebobs for the idea on this oneshot that was originally just an insta post from my TB & TF universe!

Here's a little sweetness to alleviate the chest pains that chapter 10 may have caused on some of you. It's part of the same story, but it can totally be read separately if you'd like

BUT if you haven't read it and you wanna… here’s the link to that:

The Bear & The Fox -Carmy Berzatto x Fem! Reader-

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: Your and Carmy's day off.

WARNINGS: Smut ahead, oral sex (female receiving), p in v, dirty talk if you squint, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you.

“That was the worst french toast I’ve had, like, ever…” You groan, kicking your soaked sneakers to the side as soon as Carmy throws the door open.

“My eggs Benedict were pretty good.” He answers from behind. 

You roll your eyes with your back to him and scoff. “Obviously, sis wouldn’t dare serve you something awful.” You turn to your boyfriend, a mocking smile curled on your lips. “‘Anything else I can get you, chef? I can also offer you something that isn’t on the menu…’ wink, wink.” 

The exaggerated kissing noises you make towards him pull a chuckle from his chest as he combs his fingers through the wet strands of hair. You roll your eyes again and pad to his speaker, soon filling the room with the soft notes of an instrumental song. The warmth of his hands brush over the sides of your waist and rest delicately over your navel as his chest presses to your back, causing the moisture of his sweater to transfer onto yours.

“So, what I understand is you’re jealous someone was hitting on me?” Carmen whispers between soft kisses on the valley of your shoulder.

“No, I’m jealous your food was better than mine-” You answer, swatting his hands away and earning another soft laugh that fills your ears with joy as you walk into his room.

You’ve grown used to the lovely sound, more common the longer you spent by his side, as if the walls he held up were slowly chipping away with your constant presence. You softly hum to the music from his stereo while you rummage through the drawer that holds a few shirts you’ve hauled to his place in the past couple weeks. 

He had emptied it out after finding your things bunched up and wrinkled inside your backpack by the sofa. You found it completely adorable when, in search of a shirt of his to sleep in, instead you found your own clothes - neatly folded in perfect squares- occupying the first drawer in his closet. He didn’t mention it and neither did you. Knowing Carmy and his silent acts of love, mentioning it would only shy him back into his shell and the progress you had made over the months of going out was something you weren’t willing to lose.

You pull out a blue washed out ‘The Original Beef of Chicagoland’ shirt that still smells like his body wash and pull it over your chest, then a pair of shorts and some socks to pad around his cold floor while taking out your supplies from the waisted tote bag inside your backpack. You only have a month or two until the showing and even though it might seem like enough time, to you it wasn’t. Every time you tried to concentrate on an idea for your set, your mind would go blank, thoughtless and frustratingly empty. You could blame it on the prospect of a deadline, maybe painter’s block, but you knew it was more than that.

You’ve used painting as an outlet all your life. Most of your favorite works came from a place of hurt, anger and most times sadness. But now they had all been shoved into a corner and replaced by a sense of calm and overall happiness and while you’re glad most of the dark thoughts have left, now it was harder to conjure up any idea that seemed good enough to be presented in front of hundreds of people.

You rub your face in frustration and pull your hair out of your eyes into a bun, then drop criss-crossed by the window of Carmy’s room, acrylics, brushes and sketchbooks flooding the floor. The gentle lull of the chords mix with the shuffling from the kitchen and a smile forms on your face as the source of your lack of inspiration walks into the room, shirtless and cradling a bowl of diced fruit in his hand.

“Here.” Carmy mumbles softly, passing the bowl to you and leaning down to place a gentle kiss over your hair.

You take it, mumbling a quiet ‘Thanks’ through your smile and pop a piece of the tangy peach in your mouth before setting it on his nightstand.

“How’s the brainstorming coming along?” He takes a seat in front of you, back leaning against his bed and lighting a cigarette.

Without answering, you stretch your arm to him, sketchbook in hand and stare mesmerized as he flips through the pages, lit tube dangling from rosy lips. You keep taking bites off the savory fruit to avoid biting your lip instead because the view in front of you is just that fucking good. Baby blues flicker towards you without bothering to lift his head and the way your legs twitch trying to close has a smirk forming over the cig.

“What?” You say defensively.

“Nothin’.” He accentuates with a raise of his brows. “What’s wrong with these?” He asks, giving you the book back turned to a page harboring a few sketches of the sea, shore and shells.

“They’re not good enough…” You admit, tracing your finger over the print his thumb left when it smudged the charcoal. “They don’t make me feel anything- art’s supposed to make you feel something. How can I call myself an artist if it doesn’t stir anything in me!?”

“Hey-” He puts out the smoke on the ashtray over his night stand and scoots to you, making a space for you between his arms. The heat of his naked chest and compression of his arms do wonders to dull out the rising pounding inside. “You’re overthinking it. Maybe take some time off… what do you do when you’re frustrated?”

“...paint.”

Carmy gives you a small snort, genuine and lighthearted, that blows a few wild strands of hair and has you looking up to his glowing face with a tiny grin. You suck the corner of your lip in concentration, the angle in which he has you cradled can only be described as holy. Strong jaw and nose angle perfectly into your line of vision and you have to refrain yourself from kissing the soft tip of it multiple times.

“How ‘bout you make one of those abstract paintings? Let the brush guide you- or whatever-”

“I could paint you…” The words escape your lips the second they materialize in your head.

He pulls his head back slightly, brows drawn up in confusion. “What, like one of your french girls?” 

“No!” You manage to answer through a fit of giggles that you’d be ashamed to let out if you hadn’t gotten so comfortable with him already. “Paint on you, as in over you.”

You strain your neck up to catch his lips in yours, the stubble that covers his chin scratching over your tender skin. He smiles into the kiss, very well feeling your intentions of trying to distract him with what you know he likes the most: you.

“It’ll help…” Sultry breath fans his lips and clouds his thoughts with the taste of peaches, fresh and sweet. “Yeah?”

Carmy can only nod, still hooked on the taste of your lips and the stretch of your smile when you get your way. He groans when you pull away, goosebumps rising over the exposed flesh of his chest as you move to take his pillow and sheet from the bed and place it over the ground, beside his legs. He sighs, but obliges anyway, unhooking his stiff thighs and laying belly flat over the hard ground.

“Can’t we do this on the bed?” He speaks over the soft material of the silk pillow sheets you had bought solely for him.

“I don’t wanna get paint on the bed.” You shrug. “Don’t move, it’s gonna tickle a bit…”

The first stroke of the brush gives him chills as the cold paint glides over uncharted territory. He finds it strange, but not uncomfortable and once he gets used to it, it even feels calming. Your soft hums to the tune of the music, the rain pattering outside and the rhythmic strokes have him slowly lulling away into an almost relaxed state, at least what he considered relaxation. 

You smile gently down at his long and slow breaths, tracing with your brush over the small beauty marks that map his pearly skin like constellations on an explorer’s map. While one hand holds the brush, you use the pads of your fingers to press down gently over the strained muscles that don’t seem all that relaxed, pulling a groan or two every so often and enjoying all the little sounds he makes.

You spend the time just admiring him. The way his shoulder blades flex when he wraps his arms under the pillow, to the two very pretty dimples that peek just above the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“You’re not doin’ much painting…” He mumbles, voice thick and groggy from sleep, while your nails rake rhythmically along his ribs.

“I got distracted…” You bite your lip and pull your phone from under the brushes to snap a picture of your wonderful view, then you lean down and place a sultry kiss where his shoulder blades meet.

“Fox…” He warns through your kisses, the pet name sounding at home between rosy soft lips.

“Bear…” You tease back with a smile, you knowing how much he liked you calling  him that.

In a second, you sink down your teeth over the plush skin and he visibly shudders under you. You barely hear him mumble something to himself, before he’s turning to his side and using one strong arm to pull you down to him. Your vision spins and a squeal comes out, only to be shoved back into your throat with the force of his kiss. You’re caged between his arms, torso pressing you to the ground and mouth roaming wet and mercilessly over your own. 

The few seconds of air you fill your lungs with when he separates to pull the thin shirt over your head can only do so much to alleviate the burning in your core caused by his strong stare. You raise to your forearms and his lips latch immediately to your exposed collarbone, starving and pleased with every whimper he pulls from you. 

“You wanna play chef, let’s play-“ He teases and without wasting time, pushes himself off you into a seating position, thighs spread out just enough for you to sit over them after pulling you to him again.

His enthusiasm is evident in the growing bulge that begins to rub on the inside of your thighs and with the help of your toes on the floor, you rock your hips forward enough to feel his fingers twitch over your waist, digging deeper into the flesh. A soft and shaky moan caresses your lips, motivating your movements as your fingers scrape up his neck and get lost in the messy strands. 

His smile stretches over your joined lips. “Anything for you… chef.”

You can feel his Adam’s apple bob with a chuckle as you kiss down his neck, sucking and nibbling hard just under a thin tan line where you assumed his shirt would cover it up, hopefully. His hips jerk upwards with strength, ripping a gasp from your chest, then another squeal when he wraps a secure arm around your waist and hoists you up and off the floor. Your knees squeeze over his hips and your arms wrap around his shoulders in surprise only for a moment, before feeling the soft sheets and the mattress underneath.

Carmy’s lips brush down the exposed skin of your chest, his wet tongue lapping over the hardened nipple of each breast has your knees separating and making room to fit his hips perfectly. He lets go of your tender skin too soon, peppering saliva stained kisses down the middle of your abdomen. As his knees fall to the ground, dexterous fingers pull at the hem of your shorts in a torturously slow fashion, making you lift your upper body on your elbows and direct an impatient glare. Your hair has fallen off its bun somewhere between the floor and the bed, glowing like a dark halo with the few rays of sunshine filtering through the open window and it’s gripping at Carmy’s chest.

“Baby, please…” You moan eager and annoyed, trying to shimmy your hips to quicken the process.

The cold air hits the bare flesh of your cunt and ignites goosebumps that Carmy kisses away as he finishes sliding the fabric over your feet.

“Fuck, so wet already. Just for me, huh?” He mumbles to himself, breath blowing over the exposed skin and causing a jolt of need to travel deep inside.

You swallow down the thick pool of saliva that drowns your mouth at the sight of his beautiful face between your legs. “Bear, please I need you to-” The phrase is cut short by your gasp.

Long digits rub tauntingly over your slit, coating in the arousal caused only by him. He’s too eager to continue teasing you, too entranced with the way your pussy glistens with the bare idea of him that all he can do is look up at you through his brows and lap at the wetness with a firm tongue. With just the first taste of you, he’s hooked, like a starving man afraid they’ll take away his only source of life. 

Your groan throws your head back with force and makes your eyes lose focus. Strong hands grip at your hips, rooting you to the mattress while your feet fall over his shoulders. Your hands try to find anything to hold on to- hair, sheets, pillow and even your own thighs- but the constant assault of his skillful mouth makes your fingers lose their grip on anything in your reach.

“Fuck baby-you’re doing so, so good-” Your praise makes his cock twitch inside his pants and he uses one of his hands to frantically pull the waistband down, stroking himself with a similar speed to his mouth.

Whimpers cascade from your lips and pool over your chest with every slurp and lick that echoes in the small room. You force your blurry eyes to focus down, only to be met by piercing black and a thin ring of deep blue staring up at you. His hand spreads over the sweet spot where your thigh meets your hip bone, digits concave the flesh in a way that reminds you of the ancient marble sculptures. There’s a predatory air about the way his jaw tenses in concentration while eating you out, hard muscle digging deep into you and curving your back off the sheets. 

Your nails dig into his scalp with every stroke of his tongue and the scorching sensation crawling over your thighs only grows with the bump of his nose over your swollen clit. A hard yelp scratches its way out through your exhausted lungs, motivating him to speed up his movements and add a finger into your dripping cunt. His groans and moans vibrate into your overstimulated area, causing the orgasm to hit you out of nowhere.

A chorus of ‘fuck’s that vary in volume ring inside Carmy’s ears -along with the pulsing walls compressing his finger and tongue- but he refuses to budge. Instead he continues to rub your clit with the bridge of his nose until your breaths have settled long enough for moans to turn into words and not the unintelligible mumbling that makes his chest swell with pride. He pulls his own hand from around his cock afraid he’ll burst before his favorite part, distracting himself by placing gentle kisses over your spasming thighs and rubbing along the lengths of them as he crawls over you.

There’s a blissful smile over your face that only grows with the sweet pecks of his lips making their way up your skin. You open your eyes when the mattress dips under his weight beside you and you prop your head up on your elbow, mimicking his stance. Your eyes are glossy with post-orgasm bliss as your hand lifts to his face and your middle finger traces over the prominent line of the nose you love so much. His skin is smooth with your slick and you can’t help but pull your finger back and pop the tip into your mouth, never losing his stare. 

His neck loses grip of his head, messy curls falling in frustration because, how is it that the smallest thing you do can rile him up so fucking quickly? A death between your legs, he thought, would be the happiest demise.

With the thought present in mind, he circles your waist tightly and drags your body over his into a seating position. You throw your leg over his parted ones in sweet anticipation, knees hovering over the sheets while your arms fall on his shoulders and you pull him up to your mouth. The taste of peaches and tobacco mixing with your arousal have you panting and grinding your folds over the firm head of his cock.

“You want me to fuck you?” He whispers in between kisses, using all his strength to not slam into you already. He just loved to hear you say it, have your pretty lips pout around the word that had been used to taunt him for so long, needy for you to give it another meaning. "I gotta hear it, baby, c'mon-"

“Fuck yes, chef- please fuck me-” Your thighs quiver with want, mouth completely disconnected from your brain as the words tumble down. “Please, chef? Pretty, pretty please?” 

His eyes grow soft and his dick hard at the way you whine your words, hips rocking along his length leaving him delirious and pussy-drunk before he’s even inside you. Carmy plants a firm hand at the base of your spine, using it to guide you down his stiff cock until the last bit of air is pushed out your lungs.

“Fuck-” You groan, throwing your head back then letting it fall over his shoulder as he lifts you up and lets you drop over and over again.

Your hands dig at his back, clawing over undried paint you’ve forgotten is there and smearing careless streaks of blue and pink over his chest. The beautiful sound of smacking skin and his breathy moans growing louder around you go straight to your core, igniting the tingling sensation that runs up and down your thighs once again.

His eyes can’t seem to look away from your face, too bewitched by the way your lips hang parted and the fine layer of sweat covering your skin. While his hand rounds your body and runs circles over your nub, his teeth latch onto the breasts bouncing in his line of vision, pretty bruises flourish and decorate the skin with his own personal mark.

“Bear- baby- fuck-” Fragments of a sentence is all you’re able to utter, pushed out and punctuated by the snap of his hips increasing in speed.

You feel every one of his thrusts too deeply inside you from that angle, along with the constant nibbling over your tender breast and you think you might just go mad from the overstimulation. You roll your hips along with his when the tension in your navel begins to grow. One hand circles his neck and buries inside sweaty locks while the other tries to grip onto the wall for any sense of stability. Your legs tremble, the tension builds and without warning, your grip on his cock pulls the air from his lungs as he feels you spasm around him and come with a gutural gasp.

Carmy digs into the skin of your hips lifting you up for a few more thrusts before the tightness of your walls grows too much. His neck flushes red with the force of his release, the groan vibrating next to your ear makes the thin hairs on your body rise with chills.

The drained energy finally catches up to you both and Carmy lets gravity pull him down to the comfort of the soft bed, holding you tight in his arms and pulling you down with him. You’re too blissed out to warn him about the paint still fresh, now pressing over the white sheets disparaging the bed.

It’s only when he turns to carefully place you beside him- arms secure around you- that you open your eyes and notice the array of smeared paint covering both your chests and around his neck. The laughs rippling from your chest are too contagious for Carmy to stay quiet, joining on once he gets a view of himself and the lilac prints around your face that match with the size of his thumbs.

“See?” He whispers once you’ve both run out of laughter, sapphire eyes dancing around your glowing face and hand traveling up to caress your cheek. “I was right about the abstract painting…”

"Yeah..." You grin back. "And so much for not wanting to get paint on the bed..."

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[electrosair]

Where do they like to kiss? pyro + hydro ver.

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: diluc + thoma + ayato + childe (separate)

word count: 0.7k

Diluc

Hands.

I feel that Diluc is not the type of person to express his love for you in public, so every time you have some free time he would grab your hand lovingly and leave kisses on each of your fingers.

I had just knocked on his office door, opened slowly and under the small light of his desk lamp I could see him signing and stamping a ton of papers. When he noticed my presence, thanks to the sound of my footsteps, he looked up in my direction and gave me a warm smile, he looked tired to say the least. "Come on, dear." He spoke as I tapped his thigh gently. I heeded his words and sat on his lap, he immediately rested his chin on my shoulder and dropped the pen on the table. I watched as he closed his eyes and his breathing became heavier, as if he could finally have a little time to rest, he took my hand, drawing a chuckle from my lips. "So pretty." He said and began to scatter kisses on the ends of my fingers.

Thoma

Nose.

It's just so cute with you. I'm sure he would grab your cheeks any time he could and give you a kiss on the tip of your nose like nothing was wrong.

The doors of the Komore teahouse burst open and you walked in, greeting your boyfriend who was relaxing behind the bar with Tarumaru, who only barked when he saw you arrive. Thoma came out of his stall and ran into your arms, snagging you in a tender welcoming hug. "I missed you." A chuckle escaped him as he spoke and he pulled away from you for a few moments to look you in the face. After a few seconds spent admiring every little faction of you, the barking of your favorite dog snapped you out of that fantasy, bringing you back to reality. You both laughed and he moved his hands up from your waist to your now slightly red cheeks, pressed his lips gently together and walked away. "Time to get on with the job."

Ayato

Lips.

He is a bit traditional in this aspect, he likes to hold you with his arms and stick you against him while you share a good French kiss. When there are other people present, he will try to sneak past you and give you a peck in a disguised way.

He was in the middle of a meeting when you had the grandiose idea of walking past the room, hearing his voice in the distance behind the curtains. "Thank you so much for coming." A shiver ran down your spine as you heard several footsteps heading down the hallway and you froze, not that you were a gossip by any stretch of the imagination, but now you sounded like one. Three unfamiliar figures came out of the hall, and behind these, Ayato. The boy gave a slight chuckle at the sight of you standing there motionless and moved to your side, saying a final goodbye to his guests. "What are you doing here?" he smiled as his lips brushed yours. "You wanted kisses?"

Childe

Neck.

We all know how it is, there is no need to explain why I have chosen this option. He would love to leave marks when he feels more possessive or just simple kisses when you are quiet, even if you are in public, he doesn't care.

It only took a long day of work for the fatui to become a little more teasing and heavy than usual. So when he saw you waiting for him he couldn't hold back the urge to imprison you between his claws and let off steam by burying his head in your neck, nibbling you gently and letting out a giggle every time some moan or gasp escaped your lips because of him. "Sorry, I can't resist." He let go and moved your hair back, freeing up more space on your collarbone. A cough was heard on the other side of the room you were in, causing Tartaglia to turn her head, glancing at that person and back at your neck unabashedly. "Don't look if they don't want to see it." He grumbled and went on with his work.

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[vacancy-virtues]

#1- "A Life for a Life"

Cw: Kinda spicy with gun usage

The villain was no stranger to hiding from everyone's beloved hero. They always made sure they had some class about where they stowed away and it was no less than more than moderate in any circumstance. They found a cabin in a thicker part of the woods. It wasn't isolated, but too much commotion would alarm neighbors accustomed to the quiet.

It was small, but had a warm, cozy minimalist charm. French doors opened into a studio setting, the bed directly in front of the door. A darkened stone wall accented the adjacent wall with a small fireplace in the center, separating the bedroom and kitchen area. Sleek black appliances and marble countertops were spotless under the hanging lights. Off the kitchen was the bathroom, which was nothing short of extravagant as well. The bathtub was lined with fine agate pieces, and the fixtures were a bright and brilliant porcelain. Villains desk was in direct view of the bathroom and gave them a clear shot of the mirror on the wall. They could glance up, and see themselves, the glow of the laptop on their skin.

They wrote away their thoughts listlessly and at a dead-end of getting tired. Tired of the games. Tired of the tension. They didn't want to give up villainy, per say, but there was something hollow about it and the hole just grew with every dalliance. With every lead-on and cheat. The only thing Villain wanted most was Hero, but those days had been long gone when Sidekick came into the picture. Hero swore they'd just be an intern, and the other had nothing to worry about.

Things change, they supposed, and now were calloused to the destruction they caused even more so than before, hardly looking over plans before they went though and not caring what the outcome was.

The evening was quiet, save for the billowing wind outside on the rooftop. Snow had begun to fall at some point during the night, leaving the porch of the cabin a sludgy, frosty mess. Villain thought it lucky to be inside, wrapped in a blanket and enjoying their room.

And so was someone else.

"My, you sure like writing about me. You say I am the obsessed one?" Said a surprisingly familiar voice, different than that of the singer on the computer speaker.

The moment happened in an instant. Villain shot off their stool, and before they could run, Hero cornered them against the desk, their arms bracing on either side to prevent a quick escape. They were forced to look at each other, which wouldn't have been so bad if Hero didn't wear an expression of... well, Villain didn't know. They'd never seen this look before.

"What do you-"

"Seven months."

"...What?"

"It has been. Seven. Months. Since I have seen you. I thought I killed you! I-"

"You should be so lucky."

Hero reached up and grabbed Villains jaw forcefully, eyes shooting daggers to the sound of their gritting teeth.

"Don't get smart with me right now," Hero warned lowly.

Villain grinned, even under pressure on their jaw. "Or what, you're gonna 'disturb the peace?'" Villain air quoted. "Not very smart for a hero".

"You may not want to be the one saying who's smart when I was able to get in here without you noticing. It's a very nice place you've got. Even made myself tea."

And they did. The faint aroma of peach and white tea lingered on their breath, making the Villain crave the tea themselves. Depending on how things went, they may not even get the opportunity to try it. Villain had to play their cards right. They knew how to charm and dazzle, and no matter how badly Villain wanted Hero, they just had to treat them like someone else.

Villain decided to play along, "Yeah? Then I'm sure you've felt how comfortable the bed is," they said in a near purr, which caused the Hero to shove their face back forcefully in disgust, grip not loosening.

"Don't get vulgar with me, either," they spat.

"Oh, that wasn't even dirty, darling. Don't get that confused with me getting filthy either." Their hand moved from their jaw and latched onto their throat. Villain held onto their arm to brace for stability, noting the increased definition of it since they last saw each other.

"You. are not making this easier for me," Hero said lowly.

Thats right. Fluster them until their let their guard down, and then take them down in a choke hold when they weren't expecting it. Quick, quiet, and they could vanish to another end of the world before Hero woke back up. Just like they always did.

Villain never made it easy. That was their whole deal.

Villain grinned from the pressure on their neck. "When have I ever?" They inquired. "Its delightful watching you suffer so."

"Suffer?" Hero pointed, their grip tightening.

Wait.

"Suffer?" There was a change in tone - a beat of deepened seriousness.

Villain found themselves tossed to the ground and the moment they hit the hardwood, they scrambled up and raced for the door. A second too slow allowed Hero to pull on their wrist, twisting them around and slamming their body against the door. Heros hands wrestled down Villains onto either side of their head, leaving them panting and disheveled. This was it. This is the moment where Villain will quip something which-

Their train of thought derailed when they felt heated lips against theirs. Lips moved with fever and desperation, and Villains mind reveled at the fact their own lips moved back with shared intent. Their hands against Heros, but they kept them braced against the door, deepening the kiss by pulling Villains tongue with their own. They'd always wondered what they had tasted like, and it was better than they imagined.

Hero pulled away, a line of saliva connecting their lips. "Suffering is believing I killed you," they began, their head diving between Villains head and shoulder. "It's believing I took you out of the world when I so desperately need you in it." Their kisses were hot and peppered. Their voice was raspy and deep. Villain was overwhelmed, pleasantly so, but overwhelmed nonetheless.

"Don't bullshit me," Villain growled. Their hands tugged again, only to be squeezed harder. "You and Sidekick have got it good now.." Their breath hitched at a bite on their neck. ".. you got your publicity for my death.." A harder one. "So.. why are you doing this?" They breathed out softly.

"Again, you assume you're so smart, when you miss the blatantly obvious, like the tea on the counter before you checked in, or the fact I'm here on the grounds that I missed you."

The villains eyes widened slightly but they kept their resolve of feigned disdain. "You missed the fame I gave you. The plans I ruined for you. You missed showing off for your little fucking sidekick and-"

They were cut off by another kiss. Hero let Villains wrists go, and rather than turning to bolt, their hands wrapped around Heros shoulders as the kiss deepened. Hero kept them pressed against the door, and a leg maneuvered between Villains, earning a choked back groan.

"I let you live. I let you win. I showed off for you, and you kept coming back," Hero uttered near Villains ear. "Until you didn't, and it drove me mad."

Villains face was various shades of red at this point, hair in disarray from the heat of the moment. "I don't believe you," they started, their eyes narrow and mixed with cautious uncertainty. "This is a trick. A ploy, a-"

For a Hero, they were certainly rude about interrupting. Villain felt something hard, and cold against their stomach. They looked and saw Hero holding a sleek black gun with a gold barrel.

The grip faced Villain.

"Use it. You know its the one thing I always carry on me," Hero said, eyes steady on Villains. "A life for a life."

As Villain took the gun, they noted its significant weight compared to what they were used to. No wonder why Heros hands were so toned and defined. Villain looked the gun, rotating it in contemplation and observation, and then up at Hero.

"Get on your knees."

Hero nodded, maintaining eye contact while they slowly lowered themselves. Villain couldn't believe this was happening. Surely they would expect accomplice agents, or even that godforsaken Sidekick, to burst in and foil yet another plan. This was different. Hero had tells they showed when they knew backup was coming; shifting eyes, different foot posture, the way they carried their shoulders. Years of learning each other prompted this, yet now, Villain wasn't seeing any of it from Hero.

Villain kept their eyes on Hero, taking the gun more properly in their hand. They ran the muzzle alongside Heros jawline, the barrel reflecting their gaze on Villain. It pissed them off. Its not like Hero made the effort to look for them, and now they were here on their knees for them saying they missed them.

"You're pathetic," Villain muttered. "I could kill you right now and your last thought will be you on your knees for me." They angled the muzzle just below their chin and tilted Heros chin up.

"What a way to go, don't you agree?"

Villain scowled at this, and drew the muzzle up to their lips.

"Part them."

And Hero did, rather obediently at that. The moment their lips parted, Villain pushed the barrel of the handgun in their mouth, their finger dangerously caressing the trigger in a pointed way to let Hero know they weren't playing. However, the debauched sight of Hero, spit threatening to spill from the corner of their lips as they held the gun in their mouth let Villain know they weren't playing either.

Logic and feelings collided in their head as they had Hero choking on the barrel of their own gun at Villains wish. Their thumb cocked the barrel, the click of the rotating chamber echoing in the silent room. Villains finger lulled over the trigger, curling onto it only slightly. Hero didn't flinch or jerk at the sound, or even at the mere fact their life could be stripped away from them in an instant. Instead, their lolled out, pulling the barrel deeper into their mouth.

It was all too much.

Villain leaned down and took Heros hair in their hand, pulling it back. The gun left their mouth and instead was replaced with Villains. They could feel Heros tension melt away as their jaw slacked into the sloppy kiss, and this time, it didn't stop.Their tongues pushed together as Villain knelt over them, Hero remaining on their knees.

None of this made sense, but none of it seemed to have mattered to either of them. When the kiss broke apart, Villain used the the gun to gesture towards the bed. The two barely made it to the edge of the bed before Villain was on them again, bodies pressing together desperately as they shed layer upon layer of clothes.

Hero reached to grab Villains hands, but were met with resisting force. Villain pushed Hero back onto the plush comforter, pinning their arms down to either side of their head. Their hips ground down onto Heros, earning a stifled groan from the other, which was devoured in another kiss.

#villain × hero #hero x villain #angst #my writing #yeah i more wrote this for myself yall #but oh well huzzah to yall if you enjoy it as well #Corpus Indulgence

[artzychic27]

So what is one thing that science kids dislike about the akuma class and heroes?

Mireille: Only one?

*Meanwhile, the Akuma Class is listening outside through the door

Denise: I don't know. I love Kitty Section’s angle, but, Rose’s singing just makes my ears bleed sometimes.

Rose: *Gasps*

Lacey: Oh, and then they’re always attracting Akumas, constantly. Me, I’m just like, “Hello! Can we get a break? Stop pissing people off!”

Nino: Way harsh, dude.

Marc: You know, I never cared much for those stupid Adrinette plans. *Marinette tears up* It’s like that ship is their cult, or something, it’s freaky.

Zoé: And let’s not forget that teacher of theirs’. She acts like they’re five years old with that, “hate conquers all” bullshit.

Ismael: And, you know, I never understood why they asked Marinette to make that banner for Kim and Alix’s race earlier in the year. Kinda tacky, right?

Cosette: Not to mention, those basic-ass gender neutral outfits. They just look like stereotypical French clothes.

Marc: Not very original.

Marinette: What?!

Jean: Did you hear something? Ah, never mind, it’s probably not important. Oh, and I really do think those guys will be tricked into joining a cult.

Reshma: Lila?

Jean: Who else, dear? Seriously, I get migraines just from hearing her talk. I truly do think they’ll jump off a cliff if Lila says it’ll give them magical powers.

Alix: Excuse me?!

Jean: But, Marinette’s not any better.

Mireille: Although, if I were to be locked in a room with one of them or a bear… I’ll take the bear.

Marinette: *Gasps*

Marc: “Lila’s being mean, poor me! My best friends don’t believe me! Everyone should believe me! It’s not fair! I’m perfect! Waah!”

Cosette: *Snickers* Marc! That is a dead-on Marinette impression!

Zoé: You really capture her whining.

Marc: No, Lila whines, Marinette throws a pity party.

Simon: Pathetic.

Science Kids: *Laughing*

Simon: Ah, what else? Uh… Can I just say I dislike them as a whole? Separately, they’re fine, minus Chloé and Marinette? But, together? It is just way too much.

Lacey: Oh, valid. When they’re all together in a group, you just know shit’s gonna hit the fan. I stay close to home in case there’s an Akuma. ‘Cause-

Jean/Lacey: They’re always causing Akumas!

Lacey: He gets it!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #akuma class #science kids #mlb ocs #Aurore Béaureal #mireille caquet #Marc anciel #Zoé Lee #answered ask #ask me stuff

[honeyhatake]

Birthday Boy- Kakashi Hatake 💕

x-reader, f!reader, 18+, minors don’t interact

Word count- 3358

Warnings- fluffy-smut, oral m and f receiving, penetration, riding, no protection, praise, slight sir kink, slight Dom Kakashi

Summary- It’s your boyfriend of two years birthday and it was your goal to make sure that he knew how much you loved him. Even if that meant letting him have his way, just a little bit. It was his birthday after all

“I told you this wasn’t necessary…”

“… and I told you that the day of your birth is to be celebrated, so let me spoil you.”

Rolling out of bed this morning I watched as my boyfriend of two years layed there sound asleep. My feet tiptoeing quietly out of his bedroom as I make my way to his kitchen. Making sure to hold the door just right so it wouldn’t squeak.

Kakashi Hatake and I were very busy people, hardly able to see each other let alone spend a night together. Maybe it wasn’t ideal, but we made it work; that’s what we promised to each other when we first made our relationship official.Today was a special day though, not only did we get to spend the entire day together, it was also Kakashi's birthday! He is not one to fuss over things like that, especially when it comes to himself. I on the other hand wasn’t about to let him forget what day it was. He was the man I loved after all, he deserved nothing more than love and appreciation. Not only that but celebrating another year of being alive.

The first thing on my to-do list for today was to make him breakfast in bed. I may not be the world's greatest chef, but I can at least make something edible. Pulling out ingredients from his cupboards, I settled on French Toast, eggs, and bacon. While brewing a pot of coffee I started up the egg mixture and heated up a frying pan. Soon the borrowed kitchen was filled with the smell of fresh coffee, and sweet french toast. I smiled as things were slowly falling into place. Platting his food once it was ready I grabbed his favorite mug and filled it up, no cream. He wasn’t too fond of overly sweet things, I hoped he’d make an exception for breakfast.

Before I could grab his plate and head to his room, I felt large hands grab hold of my waist causing me to jump, nearly spilling his coffee. “Shh…love, it’s me.”

Kakashi's voice was a whisper as he leaned down into me, his lips close to my ear. A shiver ran down my spine as he spoke. With one of his hands still holding my waist, the other snuck around and grabbed the mug from me. Realizing what had happened, I immediately began to pout.

“Awe, Kashi’! You weren't supposed to be up yet! I was gonna bring you your breakfast to eat in bed!” He hums out a laugh and steps away from me, leaning back on the counter in front of me. He sipped his coffee and shook his head. Standing there wearing nothing but dark gray joggers that I bought him last Christmas.

“I told you this wasn’t necessary…” He cleared his throat and looked at the food before looking back at me. His expression was tired and almost sheepish.

I sighed and crossed my arms before retorting back “... and I told you that the day of your birth is to be celebrated, so let me spoil you.” With that I grabbed his plate and handed it to him. “Now eat, no complaining. I’ll tell you what we’re doing today afterwards.”

With an exasperated breath he took the plate from me and stood up straight. Kissing my temple before moving to the circular table that he had in the center of his kitchen. “Thank you dear” was all he said to me before we sat and ate in silence. Peacefully listening to the early morning birds chirp. This was another rare occurrence for us. Most days he was up before me, or we were in our own separate homes for breakfast.

Even though we had been dating for two years, I never pushed to have him let me move in, or to give me a key. I respected his privacy and space just as much as he respected mine. Sometimes I wished that we could live together. The idea of being able to see him every morning, or come home to him after long missions. It filled my heart with joy, made me want to ask him myself. Though I knew I had to let him come to that on his own. He had a hard time letting people in, and it took quite a while for him to be comfortable with me just staying the night. Having someone in your space 24/7 isn’t always easy, so I let it be. One day he’ll ask me, and I’ll be ready when he does.

Kakashi, against my wishes, helped clean up after we finished eating. He dried the dishes as I washed them. Casually asking each other how we slept, sharing our dreams with one another, and then he finally asked me what today had in store for us. I laughed and turned off the faucet, drying my hands as I looked up at him. “Whatever you want, birthday boy. I have some ideas, but today is your day. You get to say what we do!”

He rolled his eyes and smiled and quickly pulled me in for a hug. He peppered my face with kisses before nuzzling his nose into my cheek. “You are such a dork, you know that? I love you for it though!” My cheeks get warm, and squeeze him tightly. Breathing in his sweet citrusy scent that I loved. My arms started to pull away, yet it didn't take long for them to start holding onto him tightly again. I squealed as he lifted me off my feet and walked us towards his bathroom. “Well if I get to say what we do today, then I say we start with a shower!”

The hot water ran over our bodies as we carefully took turns bathing each other. Making sure to not miss a single inch of our bodies. The air was thick as steam filled the room. Our hands never leave each other until the very end. Only stopping when our fingers were pruned and the water ran cold. Kakashi helped me out of the shower, holding the cutest adoring expression on his face. One he always held when we were together like this. It was the kind of look he gave me that never made me doubt the feelings he had for me. I hoped I held something similar for him.

Once dressed, we settled down in the living room. Our bodies and souls relaxed as we sat and enjoyed each other's company. I knew that if I let Kakashi have his way all he would want to do is nothing but sit and read his beloved Icha-Icha until the sun went down. I smiled at him and occupied myself with my own little hobbies. Letting him enjoy himself before I set in motion my actual plan for today. I was content in this moment, yet that desire to live with him, call this place my own, burned inside me more than ever before.

A couple hours had passed now and Kakashi was nearly finished with his book. He being a relatively fast reader, on free days he could get through the book about three times if not more. That fact made me laugh, though how could I be mad when he was doing something he loved. He always supported me in the things I do, so it only felt right to support him. My goal for today was to make sure he knew how much I loved him, hopefully changing his viewpoint on birthdays. Without him noticing, too entranced in his book, I snuck away to his room. Pulling my bag from under his bed, and pulling out the outfit I had planned to wear for him when the time was right. That time happened to be right now.

Slipping out of my casual clothes quickly, I pulled on blush pink lingerie. It had cute ruffles on the bottom and the top was sheer. I opted for no bra, but I wore matching lace panties. Even though I knew they’d be off me in a matter of seconds. If this went accordingly though, he’d be the one getting undressed first. I giggled to myself before quietly slipping back into the living room. He was laid on the couch, right where I left him, eyes still glued to that book.

“Kashi? Could I have your attention for a moment or two?” I softly spoke up after standing at the foot of the couch, waiting for him to notice me. His dark gray eyes slowly peeled away from his book before landing on me, his attention pulled from my face directly to what I was wearing. His book fell pages down on his chest as he stared at me, mouth slightly agape. His cheeks that were slightly blushed beforehand were now bright red.

“Y-Y/n, is there uh, is there something I can help you with?’ I could tell he was making a conscious effort to look at only my face as he spoke to me. I giggle once more and crawl over the edge of the couch to him, hands trailing up his legs as I keep my eyes locked with his. Something about the color pink on me always made him incredibly flustered. I had hardly touched him and I could see his bulge through his pants.

“Hmmm, not at all! But you can let me help you! It is your birthday after all!’ I tease him by running my hand over his bulge and under his shirt up his chest. My other hand carefully took his book away and set it on the coffee table. I notice him gulp, and I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. Seeing him like this just made me even more excited.

Not wasting much time, my hands move back down and carefully unbuttons his pants. I could feel him tense as my fingers grazed him over his briefs. Kakashi watches me intently, his stare growing with hunger by each passing second. The position I was in gave him a perfect view of my breasts. He moves his hand forward in an attempt to touch me, but I stop him. “Now, now, lover boy. Why don't you relax a bit, let me take care of you for now.” Sporting a pout he leans back into the couch, begrudgingly putting his hands behind his head.

I smile and wink at him before pulling his pants down, my partner raising his hips to help me. My hands palm him through his black briefs and I could already feel a wet spot of precum coming through. I rub at that area and watch as Kakashi's eyes roll back taking a sharp inhale. I move my head down and gently kiss up his hardening member. Teasing him by wrapping my lips around the side of it through his underwear.

“Princess, please stop teasing me.” He was covering his mouth as he watched me now, eyes clearly desperate. I turn my head at him and smile innocently.

“Does baby need it that bad? Baby getting desperate?’ I mock him a bit before slowly hooking my fingers under the elastic band of his briefs, never losing that smile.

A groan erupts in his chest, and he runs his hand over his face a couple times before making eye contact with me. His more dominant side was starting to show itself. Eyes a little darker now, voice a little deeper. “Doll, keep it up and I won't let you have your fun. Now put your mouth to work before I do it for you.”

His words make me clench around nothing, biting my lip as I nod. “Yes, sir!” I do as he says and pulls his briefs down. Letting his hard cock pop out and lay against his stomach. The tip was red and throbbing, begging to be touched. My fingers hold onto it gently, rubbing him nice and slow as I watch him relax again. Leading Kakashi's cock into my mouth I gently wrap my lips around the tip and begin to suck. My tongue flicks around it ever so slightly. Salivating at the taste of him. His hand had now found itself in my hair, watching me as I pushed him further down my throat.

“Ahhh, that's it! Just like that…” My boyfriend sucks in his lower lip and bites it, sitting up slightly as he groans. My head starts to bob up and down as he holds onto my hair, his other hand behind him holding him up. I start to gag around him and that only makes him get louder, guiding my head ever so slightly. As I'm about to reach the tip again, he quickly pulls me off, making me level with his face as he continues to hold onto my hair. A whine escapes my lips and he looks at me out of breath. “Please, I need to taste you before I finish. I'm so close…” His words trail off to a whisper as he pulls me in for a kiss. Letting go of my hair to hold the back of my neck, his other hand pulling me up onto his lap.

Our mouths move fluidly together, tongues finding each other. He sucks gently on mine and I can feel his cock twitch from underneath me. Kakashi's hands grip tightly at my hips, and I know there will be bruises there later. My hands are pulling at his ash white hair, biting his lip in between heated kisses. He was at his limit now, practically growling as he flipped us over. Kissing down my body, his hands predicted everywhere his lips went. Pulling my top down, kissing and suckling at my breast. Kneading them in his hands before moving further down my body. My back arching into each of his wet kisses, his lips moving over my legs and thighs carefully as he watched me. Eventually his hands moved under my lingerie and pushed it back to reveal the matching panties. He groaned looking from them to me, then ran his fingers over my already soaked core.

“Mmm, this because of me Princess?” A devilish grin spread across his cheeks as he dipped down and kitten licked at the wet spot. His hands gripping my thighs, keeping my legs open for him.

I watched Kakashi tease me, biting my lip and pulling at my own nipples. I whimpered each time his tongue ran over my panties. Not before long he was pulling it to the side and running his fingers along the sides of my clit. Holding it in place as his tongue expertly rolled around it. Sucking into his lips before running his tongue side to side against it inside his mouth. Kakashi's fingers slide down and carefully turn up as he pushes them inside me. I moan out, already feeling myself getting close. He hums around me and sucks hard on my clit as his fingers start to move in and out. My back starts to arch and Kakashi immediately starts moving faster, curling his finger upward inside me. His tongue never ceases motion on my sensitive bud. I scream out, toes curling as I quickly reach my climax. My legs start to close around his head, but he doesn’t stop. At this point my legs are shaking, my fingers are tightly wound in his hair. I pulled him up, just as he had done to me.

With a laugh he looks at me, gently grabbing hold of my wrists. “Too much, sweetheart?” I close my eyes and nod, still trying to settle from the high. Kakashi watches me, and gently starts to kiss my legs again. “Do you want to stop?” He always asked this, even though my answer is almost always no. Another thing that made me never want to doubt his feelings for me.

Taking a deep breath I quickly nodded. “No! It’s your birthday, and you haven’t finished yet. I'm okay!” I give him a reassuring smile, and he grins back. Moving in to kiss me sweetly before grabbing hold of my hips and pulling me onto his lap as he sat down. I giggled and kissed him back with that same sweetness. He rubs his hands over my thighs and ass, all while my hands glide down his chest. My fingers moved to the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it up and off. Kakashi moved his hands to my panties and pulled them down with my help.

Our lips stayed together as I moved up onto my knees slightly and he helped guide me down onto him. Fully prepped and ready for him, he slipped right in. Only slight discomfort at first that he patiently waited for me to say when it was okay to move. Occupying himself by sucking at my neck and collar bone, hands cupping my breasts. I held onto his shoulders and slowly began grinding down on him. Kakashi groaned into me and held onto my hips once more as he helped me bounce up and down. Eventually just our foreheads were pressed together as I rode him. My orgasm is starting to build up inside me yet again.

“Yeah, you’re doing so good baby, don’t stop. You gonna cum for me again? You gonna cum with me? Finish as I fill you up nice and full?” His voice was low and sultry as he whispered dirty things to me. I clenched around him causing him to groan and thrust up inside me. “God, you feel so good. This is the best birthday present ever. God I want to be able to do this every day with you. Mmm fuck, gonna cum! Cum with me baby!”

Just like that I screamed out, nails digging into his chest as I came undone on top of him. His thrusts became ragged and I soon felt his hot seed fill deep inside me. My eyes rolled back and Kakashi buried himself in my chest as he came down from his high. I hum softly against him and kiss the top of his head, my hands running down the sides of his strong arms.

“Thank you. For everything.” Kakashi whispered as his arms wrapped around me. “I love you so much!” LIke it always did when he professed his love for me, my heart skipped a beat.

Smoothing out his hair gently, I moved my fingers down and pulled his head up from his chin to look at me. “And I love you too, Kakashi Hatake. Forever and always. I’ll always be here to make your birthdays magical.” With a soft blush Kakashi smiles and squeezes my hips.

“Everyday with you is magical. I couldn’t imagine myself without you, and I don't think I want to.” He looks into my eyes and takes a breath. “In fact, do you think it’d be too much if I asked you to move in with me?” Just like that my wishes had been granted.

With a smile I kiss him before rubbing my nose against his. “I thought you’d never ask!” I laugh and he grins at me, picking me up as he stands holding me in an excited hug.

“Alright, then it’s settled. Let’s go get your things!” He places me back down on the couch and starts rapidly getting dressed. I laugh and shake my head.

“Hold on now! We should probably get cleaned up first, and probably eat something. I don't think we could possibly pack boxes on an empty stomach..” He laughs awkwardly with his pants half on, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, I suppose you're right. Then after we eat it is!” smiling at me with his eyes, I get up and kiss him on the cheek.

“Alright, just let me know what you want for lunch and I’ll make it for you!” Just like that, I was finally moving in with the love of my life. I couldn’t wait to spend many more birthdays reminding him just how much I love him. “Oh, and, Happy Birthday Kakashi!”

A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked it, feel free to let me know! Likes and reblogs are welcome. This isn’t my first story, just a little something I wrote for Kakashis birthday. Thank you again! Hopefully I’ll start posting more often on here ^.^

#hatake kakashi #kakashi #kakashi hatake #smut #kakashi smut #kakashi hatake smut #fluff #fluffy smut #kakashi fluff #Kakashi hatake fluff #naruto shippuden

[hellfirehaley]

Strange Love Chapter 16

Songs referenced: Careless Whisper by Wham (shoutout to @sunflowerhargroves @sunflowerharrington for this song rec)

Parts 10-15

November 15, 1985

It was three weeks until the winter formal and you sat in the library during 3rd period looking for French novels to do a book report on. Robin chose Candide by Voltaire, Ali chose Dangerous Liaisons by Choderos de Laclos and you chose The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo. You three sat at a table with your books open as you talked quietly. 

“So I was gonna ask Vickie during band class if she’s going to the dance but I’m so nervous to ask her,” Robin whispers.

“Try bringing it up casually,” you say as you turn the page.

“Define ‘casually’” Robin asks.

“‘Hey Vickie, what are your plans for Winter Formal? It’s coming up soon and I’m debating whether I want to go or not’” you offer.

“At least Ali has it easy and just has to ask her boyfriend to go to a dance with her,” Robin notes.

“Hey!” Ali says, looking up from her novel.

“When are you gonna ask Eddie to the dance?” Robin asked.

“Probably today. I just need to figure out what I’m gonna say,” you reply.

“Oh shit, for real?” Ali says.

“Yeah. I was gonna do it earlier but he’s been wrapped up in setting up his campaign. I think he said he’s preparing for some grand finale before the Winter break starts. But we are supposed to hang out tonight.” Both girls squeal under their breath.

“He’s gonna say yes,” Ali reassures.

“Yeah cause when has he ever said no to you?” Robin asked.

“Okay you hold a good point,” you say with a smile.

“Any luck recovering that letter?” Ali asks.

“No, I’m starting to think it fell out and someone got a hold of it,” you admit.

“That’s the worst case scenario,” Ali says.

“But it could happen,” you say.

“And if it does, then we’ll be ready.” Robin says.

“What if Rob or his friends found it?” you whisper panicked.

“Now THAT is the worst case scenario,” Robin says.

“Then you can drop out of school and piss your life away and I won’t say a damn word dude because your life here would be over,” Ali says as you smack her arm lightly.

“Not funny,” you say.

“But seriously, if that happens then we will kick his ass..again.” Ali says as the bell rings. You smile at her as you pack up your books.

“Still on for hanging out tomorrow?” Ali asks.

“Absolutely.” you say with a smile as you walked out of the library and went separate ways. 

Eddie’s pov

8:55PM

Hellfire was fucking awesome tonight. Everyone actually knew their new stats and didn’t ask any stupid questions. Everyone survived the encounter and actually talked with each other before making any stupid moves. It was an all around win tonight and it felt like I was on a high as I drove to see my favorite person: Y/N. We had plans to hang out tonight and it was one of the only things that kept me going today. We both have been busy lately between my band rehearsals, preparing for D&D, her study schedule and family obligations. But tonight her brother was off at some party and she was probably in bed either reading one of her fantasy novels or buried in her books, trying to focus on her studying. 

I pulled up in her driveway, seeing her mom’s station wagon already parked. I shut off my van and got out, walking up the porch path and knocked on the door. A few moments later, the door opened revealing Meg with a smile on her face.

“Hi Eddie,” she greeted.

“Hi Meg. Is Y/N here?” I ask as she opens the door to let me in.

“Yep. She’s been in her room ever since dinner probably studying,” she said with a proud smile.

“Would it be alright if I took her on a break to get some fresh air? I promise to have her back by midnight or you can ground me too,” I say, holding up three fingers like I’m a Boy Scout.

“That seems reasonable Eddie. Just have her home by midnight,” her mom says with a nod as she returns to the couch as the theme for Dallas plays in the background. I headed up the stairs to her room and noticed the door was open and I could hear soft music playing coming from it. I walked into the doorway and stood there for a moment. Y/N was in her bed sitting with her legs crossed, pen in hand with a textbook in front of her and pieces of paper splayed out everywhere in an order that only made sense to her. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing an old athletic sweatshirt with holes in the sleeves and a pair of gray sweatpants. I knock at the doorway lightly as I walk in, grabbing her attention and making her smile when she saw me.

“Hi Eds. How was Hellfire tonight?” she asks excitedly.

“It was great. Everyone was on top of their game tonight and they survived to go on and fight another day,” I say as I take a seat at her desk.

“I’m glad you had a great session,” she says.

“Me too. How’s studying going?” I ask as I look at her nest of stuff on her bed.

“It's uh…it’s going. I did two full worksheets of mathematical equations so far and I have one more left.” she says.

“Wanna get some fresh air and get a break?” I offer.

“I can’t Eds. I have one worksheet left,” she says.

“So? When has homework ever stopped you from doing something?” I counter.

“I want to, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think the warden will let me. Plus Leo has my car,” she says.

“Well I’m driving so don’t worry about it. Also I already asked your mom and she’s cool with it so get ready! We’ve only got til midnight Cinderella” I joke as she starts shuffling her papers into more organized piles. She sticks her tongue out at me as she gets up from her bed and goes to her closet, grabbing a purple hoodie and pulling it over her head. She grabbed a pair of Converse and put them on before standing again. I stand up and lead the way downstairs. We passed the living room and I stopped to pet my buddy Norm while Y/N told her mom we were leaving.

“Back by midnight!” her mom yelled out as we walked out the door. I got in front of Y/N and opened her car door for her before going to my side and getting in, starting up the van. I backed out and started to drive while Y/N started to fidget with the radio. She settled on a pop station as one of the songs ended its last chorus. 

“Thanks for getting me out of the house,” she said with a smile.

“Anytime Y/N” I say back, returning her smile. The DJ announced the next song and Y/N’s eyes lit up, turning up the music as a synthesized introduction started.

“I loooove this song” she exclaimed with a laugh.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Careless Whisper by Wham! I live for power ballads that build and build up to the song” she says as the guitar starts among the soft vocals. She sang the opening verse and I was hooked. Then came that fucking sax solo and she started to dance to it in her seat. My god she was so fucking beautiful. It felt like every single time a song came on, she knew it and maybe it was partly due to her job but I really liked how eclectic her music tastes were. This song specifically made me wanna dance with her in the moonlight and maybe that’s the point.

I eventually pull up to the woods and park, grabbing my cigarette pack from my cupholder and the lighter. We get out of the van and I lead us into the woods with Y/N holding onto my arm to avoid getting lost. Fifteen minutes later we arrived at our destination: Skull Rock. Everyone always uses it as a makeout spot but it’s actually a great smoking spot. No one ever comes out here past Halloween thanks to the cold weather so I knew we would be able to be left in peace. We sit in the clearing under Skull Rock and I pull out my cigarettes, grabbing one of the pre rolled joints I rolled this morning. I hand it over to Y/N along with my lighter. She put the joint in her mouth and lit up, inhaling as she took the joint from her lips and exhaled, the smoke going out towards the forest.

“Did I ever tell you this used to be my hiding spot?” she asked as I looked at her.

“No I don’t think you have.” I say.

“I used to drive her almost everyday when my dad started his affair and I never knew why but I think its because no one ever comes out here and it’s a peaceful place to gather your thoughts,” she mused as she hit the joint again before passing it to me.

“When was that?” I ask, hitting the joint.

“The affair? Started in 83 and it was right under our noses. He would take on extra hours at the office, go in early and stay late. But then he started to miss major events like our games or social events,” she says.

“Your games?” I say, surprised as I hit the joint again.

“My volleyball games. I was pretty damn good but once the affair got out, I had to quit because I couldn’t be That Girl: the one whose dad cheated on her mom. Instead, I became the girl whose boyfriend cheated on her at a Halloween party. Sick irony, I tell you,” she says with a twisted laugh.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I had no idea,” I say.

“It’s okay. It’s in the past,” she says. It truly amazed me how much I knew about Y/N but at the same time,  I still had so much to learn about her. I hadn her back the joint and we smoked in silence for a while until we finished the joint. Y/N was deep in thought about something so I let her be for a while while I looked up at the almost invisible moon tonight. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Y/N wrap herself up in her arms, shivering. Without a word, I took off my jacket and put it over her shoulders, the leather engulfing her like it did the first time. I pull out a cigarette from the pack and put it between my lips before lighting it up. I take a few puffs before Y/N turns to me.

“So what are your plans for formal? I know you’re not too excited to go but what would you do instead?” Y/N asked as she grabbed the cigarette from my hand.

“Probably me with a six pack, my guitar and a few of these bad boys,” I say, holding up the last of our joints with a smile, “Why? You asking me to the dance Princess?” I tease as she hits the cigarette. I see her face turn serious for a moment before she smiles.

“Yes Eddie I am asking you to the dance,” she says and I almost choke on my spit.

“Wait you’re serious?” I ask.

“As a heart attack. Hear me out: it’s senior year. Your last senior year if I have anything to do or say about it. So why not go Eddie? I promise to protect you from any Carrie related incidents,” she says taking a Scout’s honor. “Plus I think we’d be cute together,” she finishes as I take the cigarette from her.

I ponder her proposition and wonder what to do. On the one hand, I didn’t wanna go to the dance because it’s not my scene. I’ve never been to a single high school dance so why start now? I don’t even own a suit. But if I DID say no, Y/N would be crushed; absolutely heartbroken. I couldn’t help but wonder about her crush. Did something happen? Either way she deserved an answer.

I sighed before taking the last hit of the cigarette. “I’m breaking my own rules for you here Princess. I don’t do school dances but because it’s you asking so nicely, my answer is yes. Just try not to fall in love with me,” I say with a laugh.

“You’ve got my word Eds” she says with a sweet smile.

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[ray-ray-writings]

A Hairy Situation-Technoblade

On that note, this is a Techno x GN! reader in the dreamsmp

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When Wilbur and Tommy leave on an adventure, Techno and Y/N are left alone together. Y/N “helps” Techno in his potato farm and offers to braid his hair. Tensions rise as more and more time passes. 

“What do you mean you’re going on a multiple day journey into the nether?” I all but shouted at Tommy and Wilbur. The two brothers looked at each other before turning back to me with raised eyebrows. “We mean exactly what we said. We need blaze rods and we have to find a different nether fortress than the one everyone else uses, you know, because we were banished.” Wilbur explained as if it should be obvious. I let a pout take over my lips, “Well how come I can’t come with you?” The two brothers gave me a deadpan stare. “Because you’re terrified of hostile mobs,” Tommy deadpanned. “Well it’s not my fault they’re scary and always trying to kill me…” I trailed off. “Can you at least take Techno with you? I don’t want to be stuck here in the ravine with him for days on end.” “Believe me sweetheart, I’m not too stoked about it either.” 

The new voice that came from behind me caused me to jump in surprise, “But I’m needed here. My potatoes will be ready soon, I need some more materials, and someone has to watch over you and make sure you don’t die.” Techno listed. I let out an offended gasp and turned my complete attention to the pigman. “How dare you. I am a complete, functional, grown adult. I do not need a babysitter! I can take care of myself.” The three brothers all just stared at me, not amused. I let out a sigh, “You call for help because you get startled by a zombie one time and they never let you live it down.” I mumbled to myself. “Y/N it’s been more than one time. It’s once a day.” Wilbur stated carefully. 

I sighed in annoyance, but also knew he was right, “Okay fine. Whatever. When are you guys leaving?” I questioned, turning my attention back to Wilbur and Tommy. Wilbur checked his sundial before answering. “Now. It’s late evening now and I’d like to get out of here before nightfalls. You know, mobs and whatever.” I hummed and nodded at his response. “You have everything you need?” I asked, looking over the two. Wilbur gave me a soft smile before nodding. “We have everything. Food, armor, building blocks, compass. We’ve got it all mom” He teased. I playfully rolled my eyes at his words, “Okay son. Give me a hug and get going then.” I teased, holding my arms out to the tall man. 

Wilbur let out a laugh, but complied, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me tight. He let go and moved to Techno and gave him a short hug. While he did that I turned my attention to Tommy, “You too boy,” I giggled, extending my arms and slowly walking toward him. Tommy scoffed and rolled his eyes but also complied. I squeezed the boy tightly to my chest before letting him go. He then also moved onto Techno, giving his other brother a small hug. After hugs, the four of us walked over to the nether portal and Wilbur and Tommy stepped into it. “Be careful” I called out. “We will!” Wilbur responded. And then they were gone. 

I sighed at the disappearance of the boys. “They’ll be okay,” Techno reassured me, reading my mind. I turned around and gave the pink haired man a tight lipped smile, “I know I just worry.” I admitted, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Techno hummed in response. “Do you want to come help me in my potato farm to get your mind off of it for a little bit?” Techno being nice to me? More likely than you think. Nonetheless, I agreed, “Yeah. I’d like that. Thanks Techno.” 

*Time skip*

Me helping in Techno’s potato farm actually only boiled down to Techno doing all of the work, harvesting and planting, and me sitting on top of a chest just hanging out and chatting with him. I watched as the pink haired man’s face got more and more covered in not only sweat, but dirt. Every once in a while, Techno would blow out a breath of air, trying desperately to move his long pink hair out of his face and when that didn’t work, he would bring his dirty hand up to his face to move the hair manually. In doing so, he transferred that dirt from his hand onto his face. After watching him do this for a solid hour, I finally let the question slip off of my tongue. 

“Hey, do you want me to braid your hair.” Techno’s head snapped up from the ground and turned to me, “What?” He questioned. I cleared my throat as my cheeks flushed at the sudden attention, “Nevermind. It was stupid. You obviously-” “What did you say?” Techno questioned again, cutting off my self-deprecating rant. I cleared my throat once more, “I asked if I could braid your hair. Your hair seems to keep falling in your face and it would be easier to work if it was tied back. So I was wondering if you wanted me to braid it for you.” I stated shyly. 

Techno stared at me for a few moments, but then he let out a laugh and set his hoe down. “You know what. That’s not actually a bad idea. I would like that actually.” My eyes widened in shock as the man walked toward me. “Oh!” I squeeked, “Okay! Well here!” I said, standing up from the chest, patting the spot where I was sitting. “Sit here and I’ll get started!” I announced. 

Techno complied and followed my orders. I moved so that I was standing behind him. I hesitantly brought my hand up and rested it on Techno’s pink head. I slowly ran my fingers through his hair, detangling it from it’s knots. Techno let out a sigh in contentment as my fingers massaged his scalp. I carefully separated his hair into separate strains and began the braid. 

We sat in a comfortable silence as I worked. Techno was surprisingly complacent as I twisted his hair the way I wanted. I had decided to go with a french braid as it was simple, effective and would hold for a long time. “There,” I let out softly as I secured the end of the braid with an extra hair tie of mine, “all done.” I informed. Techno stood from the chest and turned around to face me. Techno brought a hand up to the back of his head and felt down the braid. A small smile appeared on the pink-haired man’s face. I was taken back. Techno looked good. Really good. I usually don’t get to see him without his hair covering his face. And I almost never get to see him smile, you know cause he hates me sometimes.But now, because of the braid. I could see him clearly and he was handsome. 

“Thank you for this.” Techno said sincerely, breaking me out of . I gave the man a shy smile, cheeks now flushing, “It’s no problem,” I told him with a half shrug. Techno turned back to his field and continued his work. I sat back down on the chest and allowed my eyes to focus on the pink haired man once more. Do I like Techno? My heart sure seems to think so. How could my brain not notice this before? As I thought it over, my heart pounded harder. I liked Technoblade. All the teasing and poking fun at the pink haired man was my sad attempt at hiding and burying those feelings deep down. 

“You okay over there?” Techno questioned, breaking me out of my trance. My eyes focused on his really handsome face, “Oh yeah. Just thinking,” I admitted. Techo hummed, leaning against his hoe. “Whatcha thinking about?” “You look really cute covered in dirt.” I blurted out. I slapped my hand over my mouth. “I cannot believe I just said that,” I mumbled into my hand. I looked up and met Techno’s wide eyes. He then proceeded to clear his throat and laugh, “The way you flirt is shameful. Telling someone they look good covered in dirt? Kind of cringe.” “I just rarely ever see your whole face because it’s usually your hair’s covering it. You’re just very handsome.” I admitted, cheeks now flushing a deep red. Techno’s cheeks were now also flushing a deep red. “Oh, well… Thank you.” “Anytime. I think you’re pretty cool and you deserve to be complimented.” 

Oh gosh. Why did I make that comment? We fell into a tense silence. After a few minutes, I let out a huge yawn. “I think I’m going to head to bed now… Don’t stay up too late, okay?” I told him, standing up from the chest. Techno didn’t look at me but hummed in acknowledgement. I turned and started out of the farm room, but then I paused at the door and turned back, “Goodnight Techno” I wished the man softly. Techno slowly looked up and over at me and gave me a soft smile making my heart flutter, “Goodnight Y/N. Sweet dreams.” He murmured. “Thanks.” I responded before turning and completely walking out of the room. 

I sighed and rubbed my face as I made my way to my makeshift room. I really hope that my words didn’t just mess everything up between us. I let out a yawn as I laid down on my bed. I’ll just deal with it in the morning. 

*Time skip. The next day*

I groaned as I rolled out of bed the next morning. I yawned as I made my way out of my room. I was greeted with the pink haired man sitting at the oak table that I had built for our little base reading a book. “Good morning” I greeted the man softly, turning toward our food chest and pulling out a little something for breakfast. “Morning” Techno greeted gruffly, glancing up at me. As I looked over at him, I realized the dirt from his face was gone, but the braid in his hair remained intact. For some reason, my heart fluttered. 

I quickly turned my attention back to what I was doing.“Do you want anything for breakfast?” I asked, looking over the things in our food chest. “Uh, I’ll have whatever you’re having. Thanks” He said, before turning his attention back to his book. I pulled out a few eggs and two steaks. I made quick work of making breakfast. 

“Here you go.” I set the plate of breakfast in front of the PVP God with a small smile. “Thank you,” Techno hummed, setting his book down and turning to his breakfast. I sat down across from him and began to enjoy my own breakfast. 

We sat in a comfortable silence as we ate. Towards the end of our meal, Techno cleared his throat, causing me to look up. “Hey, can I ask you a question?” Techno asked nervously. I quirked a brow at his words, “You just did. But if you want to ask another, go ahead” I teased. Techno’s face matched his hair as it turned a light shade of pink. Techno cleared his throat once more, “Okay. Well I was wondering…. Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” Techno questioned. It was now my face’s turn to turn pink. “It’s okay if you didn’t. I know that sometimes we tease each other and if that was what that was it’s okay. I just wasn’t sure and-” 

“Techno” I called, interrupting the pig man’s words. “I meant them. Everything I said to you yesterday. I meant it. I think you’re really cool and funny and handsome and I really really like you.” I admitted, not looking at the man sitting across from me, “I didn’t mean to blurt them out like that yesterday though. I was just so caught up in looking at you that I realized everything all at once and I just blurted them out. If you don’t like me back, that’s okay. We can just pretend like-” “-Y/N-” “-nothing ever happened and we can go-” “Y/N!” “-back to normal and-” 

Something covered my lips, cutting off my words. I then realized it was Techno’s lips that covered my own. My eyes widened in surprise, but then immediately fluttered closed as I relaxed into the kiss. A hesitant hand reached up and cupped my cheek, pulling me even closer. All too soon, Techno pulled away from the kiss, but remained rather close, his hand still resting on my cheek. “I like you Y/N, I have for a while” Techno admitted softly. My lips curled up into a grin. “Well you’re in luck Mr. Blood God, because I like you too.” I told him with a proud grin. Techo rolled his eyes but let out a laugh, “I know you goof. You told me as you were rambling and then refused to let me get in a word.” Techno teased. I laughed at his words, “Well I’m sorry I don’t handle rejection well. And therefore didn’t let you get in a word so you couldn’t reject me.” I rambled out. Techno laughed, “That’s big brain,” “The biggest” 

The two of us stared at each other for a while, just smiling. Techno let his hand fall off my cheek and leaned back a little bit. “Y/N?” He asked. “Techno?” I responded. “Do you want to be my partner?” I grinned at his question, “That depends. Do you want to be my partner?” I questioned. Techno rolled his eyes but quickly leaned forward and pressed another kiss to my lips. “I think you know the answer to that” I grinned and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, “I think I do.” 

Our conversation was cut off by the sound of the nether portal activating. Techno and I exchanged confused looks. The two of us stood up and rushed toward the obsidian structure. Wilbur and Tommy stumbled out of the portal. “Hey guys!” Tommy greeted with a huge smile and wave. “Hey! Why are you guys back so soon?” I questioned, rushing forward and pulling the two boys into a tight hug. “Turns out,” Wilbur began after I let the two go, “There’s a nether fortress less than 1500 blocks away from our portal. And we made sure it is not the same one everyone else uses.” Wilbur explained. I nodded my head at his words. 

“That’s so lucky,” Techno said, drawing the attention to him. “What happened to your hair?” Tommy blurted out. Techno immediately brought a hand up to his head. “Oh, Y/N braided it.” Tommy’s head whipped to me, “You braided his hair?!” Tommy yelled. I furrowed my brow as his question, “Obviously. He just told you that” I stated. Wilbur and Tommy stared in disbelief. “What?” I asked, a little self-conscious. “Techno never lets anyone touch his hair.” Wilbur said softly. 

My head whipped to Techno whose face was now red. “What? Then why’d you let me braid your hair?” Techno gave me a half-shrug. “What can I say? I’m a simp” the pink haired man admitted. Laughter burst out of my mouth. I cannot believe he actually said that. My laughter must have been contagious because the three brothers also began to laugh. “Techno!” I whined, walking up to him. Techno, still laughing, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to his chest, “It’s true!” He defended himself, laughter dying down.

 “Woah! Woah! Woah! When did this happen?” Tommy questioned. The two of us looked back at Wilbur and Tommy, “Ummm. Literally two seconds before you guys came home.” I told them, stepping back from my partner. “Well in that case. Tommy and I are going to go put away the blaze rods and then we’re probably going to nap.” Wilbur said, yawning at the end of the sentence. The two of us nodded in acknowledgement as the two of them walked further into the ravine. 

“Well… What do you want to do now?” I questioned my new boyfriend. Techno gave me a smile before wrapping me in another hug. “You wanna come help me in my potato farm again?” I giggled and nodded, “I would love nothing more”

There you go! I hope you enjoyed! If so, be sure to leave a like or a reblog or a reply!!

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[emsylcatac]

This may seem random but I’m honestly curious how the Dupain-Cheng apartment is planned. I’m not knowledgeable about French apartments, all I know is the basic and famous architectures there. So there’s 3 floors (bakery, possibly the parents’ room, living/kitchen/dining/possibly t&b) and an attic with a balcony? I’m asking for reference because I’m confused and everything in the MLB universe is kinda exaggerated when it comes to scale. TY 🙏

Heeeyaaa!! Sorry this has been sitting here for a whiiiile because I knew it would take a lot of time for me to answer, so I've been working on it bits by bits when I could.

But somehow it seems pretty much of an issue on tumblr today so anyway let's finish to break it down now 😂 (beware that I'm not a Parisian architect so it's a lot of deductions from what I know about Parisian apartments in general and personal researches, I could be wrong in my interpretation & analysis of it)

So as you're saying, there are three floors including the attic, plus the ground floor (side-note btw but sorry it may seem confusing but I'm talking using UK English, meaning what Americans call "first floor" is "ground floor" in UK Eng, so the "second floor" for Americans is the "first floor" here, etc. It's easier for me cause that's what we do in my language too; I'll also use both the 'flat' and 'apartment' appellations cause I'm lazy and never pay attention to which one I use rip, language coherence has left the window, my old English teacher wouldn't be proud)

It's pretty common for bakers to live above their bakery in France, though not all do.

By the way, for your information, the Dupain-Cheng Bakery which here is situated in Place des Vosges, was heavily inspired by the Boris Lumé Boulangerie that is located in the 18e arrondissement, in Montmartre:

Also for your information, this is what the bakery they got their inspiration from looks like (I took a trip there with my friend google map and tried to screenshot the whole building - it's bigger than the Dupain Cheng's house since it has more floors and I doubt the bakers live in it all, but I wanted to check how far their inspiration went but it seemed it stopped at the shopfront + the global looking-aspect of the building; I also checked the roof and no balcony there). But yeah the building looks very typical-Parisian block of flats.

It's pretty common in Paris to have one or more flats per floor, so you'd have a common staircase in a building and each floor can be split into two, three flats with doors and doorbells and stuffs.

What always struck me was the staircase of the Dupain Cheng's house to access the different floors: they look exactly like a common and shared staircase between a few residents of a flats block. We see a blue staircase with doors on each floor having doorbells and such. There's even a little stickers above the doorbell to indicate the name of the flat's resident.

My best guess here is that they own what used to be a block of flats with different residents, and that they reorganised it into one same house (the Dupain-Cheng, or the people who owned the bakery before them, or even before, etc. The point is that at some point, these apartments have been converted into one and the same so the owner of the bakery owns it all).

(undercut for the rest cause it's starting to get long):

Know that flats in Paris can have very different size, even in one same block of flats! Some can be 12m^2, some 30m^2, etc.

In Troublemaker, Marinette tells Jagged that the restroom is upstairs. Which considering the arrangement of their house is super vague and not informative at all. We also know that there are two doors with bells on the 1st floor (2nd for Americans). So my guess is that on the first floor, one flat was converted into the parents' room, and the other into the bathroom (for which you'd need to use a different door than the parents' room one, and as I said above, that could be smaller than the room for the parents' bedroom).

(Not the best screenshot but yeah we see 2 doors from what were 2 different flats in this, and that could easily be for the parents's bedroom and for the bathroom, one or the other. It's also possible that the parents have their private bathroom too).

We know they come inside the house from the bakery, though there could be a side-door somewhere because when the bakery is closed it'd make sense to use another entrance, and if they want to go to the living-room & kitchen (which we know is on the 2nd floor - 3rd for you Americans - thanks to episodes like Weredad and such), they will ring that bell (as we saw happening in Stormy Weather, Kung Food, Weredad, etc.).

This 2nd floor is organised as such, according to the concept art I found here:

So you have both the kitchen and the living room in one place which is something that is done more and more nowadays as an "open space" type of thing. Their table to eat - they can't have a big feast there clearly aha. The main entrance door is behind the couch, from the point of view we're in on the 2nd picture. And we can see the stairs leading to Marinette's bedroom, which do look like they've been added afterwards as a reorganisation.

Marinette's room clearly is in the attic arranged into a room, and her balcony probably wasn't one but I think some work happened so it could be converted into one - just the fact that she has to go out through a window indicates that imo. Especially since said window is pretty high up and you can only access it thanks to the fact that they made a mezzanine for Marinette's bed. Plus I've looked it up and you don't find these kind of balconies much in Paris - there are roof balconies but they rarely look like Marinette's.

Again, picture of her room that give a good idea of how it's organised that I found here on which we see the trapdoor, the desk under her mezzanine for her bed and the window giving access to the balcony:

(notice that she also has a sink, which give an access point to water which isn't common in a bedroom - so it probably used to be something else before that required an access for water, like a bathroom for instance).

We don't see the little bed with umbrella from here but it's where we're situated when looking at this picture. I found also good models of her room here if you want to have a look.

As for the balcony, here it is:

So yeah the fact that it's above the attic next to the chimneys + the uneasy access is what's making me wondering if it wasn't added afterwards, and that before the roof was kinda looking like the one next to it separated by the chimneys!

Here I'm done haha, I hope I answered what you were looking for as best as I could! 😊 again I don't pretend to know the exact truth of how it's done but this breakdown seems logical to me - at least I'm pretty sure of an old apartment block converted into one same house!

Have a nice day! ☀︎

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[seiyasabi]

ブン-ブン

(Here’s my Yandere Bunny Polnareff x Female Reader story :)) 

Sorry if this is too OOC or too fast paced! I tried my best, but I’m unhappy with the result. 

TW: !Noncon!, Pol is a hybrid!, breeding kink!, cumflation!, !!!HOMIE PISSES ON YOU (this is not really a kink, just animal instinct)!!!!, alludes to cat violence (Not you)!!, marking (rubs his scent glands on you)!, overstim!, etc..)

Please proceed with caution!!)

Hearing a loud yowl from your backyard, you hurry towards your back doors. It seems your tabby cat, Garfield, has gotten himself into some trouble. 

Clicking your tongue to gain his attention, you unlock the French doors, flinging them open.  

You only allowed the fatass outside for a few minutes! How is he already into something he shouldn’t be in? 

Stepping outside, your eyes are immediately drawn to a mass of white and orange. Your cat is currently wrestling with the biggest rabbit you’ve ever seen. 

It’s the same size as your fatass cat, hell, maybe it’s bigger! Its head alone is larger than your fist! 

Its ears are currently being gnawed on by your feline son, specks of red dripping from the bun’s white coat. Garfield is nailed in the side with a powerful kick, causing him to yowl once more. Seeing this, you snap out of your shock, immediately hauling it towards the fighting duo. 

“Garfield, stop it! Leave that bunny alone!” They pretend they can’t hear you, and continue to brawl. Once by the two, you yoink them up from the lush grass, separating them by holding them in opposite hands. You’re grabbing them by the scruff of their necks, frowning at them, “Alright, break it up!”

Your cat takes a couple swipes at the rabbit, the rabbit tries kicking at your cat, both of them ultimately missing one another. 

“Would you two stop it?” You huff, pouting cutely. The bunny is a lot heavier than you originally thought, forcing you to readjust your hold on it, “Do you see how dumb you look? You’re both fighting the air!” 

Garfield hisses in response, causing you to roll your eyes. At least the rabbit has better manners than him. 

“Fine, whatever. We’re going inside now, so I can patch you hooligans up. You both better both behave.” 

Turning on your heel, you stomp inside, wounded animals cradled to your (bountiful/small) chest. Both of them calm once in the crook of your arm, allowing you to have a moment of peace. 

Great. Now you have to patch up your asshole cat and his rabbit friend. 

Bringing them into your master bathroom, you set them on opposite sides of your two sink vanity. Opening the vanity’s middle drawer, you quickly grab your first aid kit, and lay it between the two annoyed animals. 

“Alright you two, if you can’t get along, don’t go near one another. Stay on opposite sides of the sink, okay?” You keep talking to them as if they know what you’re saying, and unbeknownst to you, a certain rabbit finds it endearing. 

Popping open the box, you withdraw white wrappings, q-tips, and hydrogen peroxide. Twisting the cap open on the peroxide, you set it on the countertop, before pouring a capful of peroxide into it. Grabbing your cat’s shampoo from underneath the sink, you turn on your sink’s tap, filling it with warm water. Once done, you slowly approach the nervous bun. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, but I need to bandage your wounds,” Its nose twitches, seemingly sniffing out if you’re a threat. After a tense moment of silence, it makes itself look as small as possible, showing submission. 

Giggling quietly, you pick it up, and place him in the water. Its head and ears are above the water, keeping them from becoming wet. Dipping your hands into the water, you smooth down its fur, slightly wetting the top of its head. Once done with that, you pour soap into your palm, rubbing your hands together. 

Now that your hands are sudsy, you start to bathe the calm bun. Its blood quickly washes off, cleaning its wounds. 

Once clean, you pick it up, placing it on a hand towel you got from beneath the sink. You dry the bunny off, making sure his ears are completely dry, before dipping a q-top into the peroxide, and cleaning out his wounds completely. 

After seeing his wounds, you realise he doesn’t need any wrappings, thus leaving you to set him on an old t-shirt that’s sitting on your tub’s ledge. 

“There you go, Bun Bun. Sit there until I finish with Garfield,” You unplug the sink on the bun’s side, and move towards your seething cat. Drawing him his own bath, you clean out his wounds, and give him many kisses, “Good boy, Gar. I’m proud of you for not scratching me.”

He meows in response, allowing you to dry him and fix his wounds. 

Now that the two animals are clean and no longer have raw, open wounds, you pick them up, and move towards your living room. 

Setting Garfield on the left side of the couch, you move towards your back door. 

“Okie dokie, now that you’re all clean, you can go home now! I’m sorry that Garfield was mean to you.”

Opening your back door, you gently place the bunny on the ground, before going inside, and locking the door behind you. 

Little did you know that that bunny wasn’t truly a bunny at all, but a man who’s severely touch starved. 

And, is a man who’s completely, totally in love with you.

-

When Polnareff returned to his burrow, he was practically shaking with excitement. He’d found his mate! 

Once laying down, he could hear his leg thumping with happiness. He can’t wait until you go into heat! 

Then, the two of you can have cute kits! He just knows that they’ll be beautiful, just like their mother… 

Oh yes, once you go into heat, he’ll be there to keep you satiated. 

He just needs to make sure that fat cat stays out of his way. 

-

Garfield lays on your tummy, practically smothering you with his weight. Looking down at him from your lying position, you roll your eyes, “You’re so heavy! Move off of me!” 

He ignores your whining, nuzzling against the area above your uterus. Huffing in annoyance, you pick up the snoozing cat, and walk towards the kitchen. The little shit wouldn’t let you move for hours, and you’ve become rather hungry. 

Once in the kitchen, you set him on the counter. He stretches dramatically, before rubbing against you like a madman. His hackles are raised, yellow eyes transfixed on something outside.

Looking out at your backyard, you see a certain giant rabbit. Sighing, you choose to ignore your pet’s dick measuring contest with the bunny outside. 

Pulling out (microwavable food), you quickly open its packaging, and chuck it into the microwave. Pressing in the time, you rest against the counter your cat is standing on, petting down his raised hair. 

“Garfield, you’re honestly acting ridiculous. The rabbit isn’t scary-” The orange fiend jumps into your arms, furiously rubbing himself onto you. He’s cuddling you like a good boy, stopping you from scolding him, “Awe, you’re so cute when you’re clingy and not biting my shirt sleeves.” 

He lets out a small hiss, but stays in your arms willingly. 

His yellow eyes are trained on the bunny, practically taunting the other male. 

Polnareff is seething. How dare that undeserving feline take his rightful place? How dare that fucking cat scent you during your heat? 

It takes everything in him to not crash through the window and beat the cat into the ground. But, he knows his nightly bathroom break outside will be soon, and that’s when he can strike. 

The blue eyed man watches you eat, happy that you’re preparing for your upcoming heat. Ignoring your pet, Jean feels happiness overtake him. You must know that he’s watching, if you’re eating such fatty foods. 

Little does he know, that’s just the normal way of human life. 

You continue to chow down on your yummy food, a smile on your pretty face, none the wiser to your hybrid stalker. 

Once finished, you let Garfield out into the backyard, “Don’t cause trouble with that rabbit, Garfield.” He didn’t listen to you, and ran in the direction of that damn white rabbit. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, but do nothing. If he wants to fight with it, that’s on him at this point. 

Sitting on your couch, you turn on your TV, flipping channels until you land on a forensic science TV show. Leaning back, you recline yourself into a comfortable position. 

You sit in that position for about an hour, before you realise your cat never came inside. Shooting to your feet, you rush outside, turning on your phone’s flashlight. 

“Garfield? Garfield?” You call out, searching through the bushes, and clicking your tongue to grab his attention. 

He doesn’t come, causing you to panic. Garfield and you grew up together, and you can’t remember the last time you went without him. 

“Gar-Gar? Please, please come home!” Tears well up in your eyes, as a sob escapes your throat. 

As the first tear falls, you feel someone grab you from behind, “Why are you crying, Mademoiselle?” 

You jump a mile off of the ground, and stumble, almost falling face first into the grass. Whipping around, you come face to chest with a very naked, very large man. 

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my backyard?” Your scent is thick with fear, and your voice trembles. A saddened feeling pools in Jean’s heart; he didn’t wish to scare you or hurt you in any way!

“Do not fear me, My Love. I am Jean Pierre Polnareff, your future mate!” Blanching at his statement, you finally notice the very apparent white bunny ears on the top of his head. 

“What. The. Fuck.” 

With that, you turn, and haul ass into your house. His heavy footsteps are heard behind you, same with a few pleading words for you to come back. 

Once inside, you slam your French doors closed, and use your body weight to hold them shut, as you try to lock them. His built frame slams into the doors behind you, using all of his strength to bust inside. 

“There’s no need to be afraid! Just open the doors, My Heart! I’ll treat you well!” Your nimble fingers try to turn the lock, but the constant shaking of the opening makes it very hard to do so. 

“Leave me alone! Did you do something to my cat? Because the moment you showed up, he disappeared!” Immediately, the doors stop shaking, allowing you to lock them. 

A long beat of silence follows, before he speaks again, “Oh, I didn’t realise you found him.” 

You gasp, feeling as though your heart was ripped from your chest. He really did something to Garfield! 

“Get the fuck off of my property! I'll-I'll Call the police!” Tears Pool in your eyes, before dripping down your face. Whoever this bunny man is, he must be dangerous if he goes around killing things for no reason. 

“My heart, how you wound me,” You peek through the curtains, only to see him looking back at you with an intimidating gaze. His ice blue eyes seem to be staring into your soul, “This… Garfield of yours was challenging me. He may have had you first, yes, but the rules of the animal kingdom say that if we find our mates, the new found mate must be left alone. But, that feline of yours blatantly disrespected our relationship, My Heart, so I had to teach him a lesson.” 

You gape at him in horror, backing away from the doors, “Stay away from me! I’m not your mate, I’m not your anything! How do you even know me?” 

You hear him laugh through the door, as he lands a swift kick towards the door handle, “You bathed me just the other week, don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten?” 

Running towards the kitchen, you grab a small knife that is easy to use. Did you seriously help a hybrid? 

You hear him kick a few more times, before the doors come crashing down. His heavy footsteps echo across your hardwood floors, as he makes his way to you. Looking around for an exit, you quickly move towards the kitchen window. 

Unlocking it with ease, you slide it open, making quick work of the screen keeping the bugs out. You hoist yourself onto the counter, shimmying towards the opening, only to be yanked back by two strong hands. In your (dominant Hand) is the knife you grabbed, allowing you to slash at the large man. 

“Get away from me! Don’t fucking touch me!” He releases you for a moment, dodging your erratic movements. A saddened look crossed his handsome face, as he man handled the knife out of your sweaty hands. Once disarmed, he forces you against his chest, chucking the knife into the sink. His now free hands grip your wrists, stopping you from fighting against him. 

“Shh, calm yourself. There’s no need to be so erratic-“ 

“Fuck you! You killed my cat and broke into my house, there’s plenty of reasons for me to be erratic!” You try kicking at his strong legs, but he doesn’t even flinch. 

“I understand that your heat is making you irrational-“ 

“What the fuck are you talking about?! I’m not an animal, I don’t fucking have heats!” Thrashing with your entire body weight, you try to bring him to the ground, but he’s too sturdy for you to do so. 

Instead of answering, he brings his head into the crook of your neck, sniffing the area loudly. You don’t see it, but a look of disgust is apparent. 

“We need to fix this awful smell. Hold still and I’ll scent you-“ You head butt the large male, knocking him back and off of you. 

He stumbles back, and you make a run for the open window. You get halfway out of it once more, before you’re dragged back inside by your waist. 

You’re thrown to the floor in an instant, shoulder hitting the wood harshly. A yelp leaves your lips, as more tears drip down your face. 

“Don’t be difficult, Love. I don’t want to hurt you. Just let me scent you, and I can help you through your heat. You just have to trust me,” 

You shake your head, “No, just leave me alone!” 

He frowns, but nods, “It’s ok if you’re difficult, I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” 

Without warning, Jean grabs his half hard cock, aiming it towards your crumpled form. 

“What the fu-“ A stream of clear piss hits you straight in the mouth, causing you to gag and splutter in disgust. You wipe at your tongue, a wretched sob wracking your form. 

The stream hits your neck next, before traveling down your entire body. You’re absolutely covered in piss, all whilst crying your eyes out. You try to scramble away, but end up skipping in the acrid liquid. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why the-why the fuck would you do that?” He fries. to approach you, a small smile quirking at his lips, but you kick at him, trying to keep him away from you, “Get the fuck away from me! Don’t fucking touch me! You just fucking pissed on me like a-like wild fucking animal!” 

He grabs you in his arms as you slap, punch, and scratch, quickly bringing you to your bedroom. He tosses you onto your mattress, effectively sullying your new sheets. You try to scramble off of your bed, but his large frame suddenly dwarfs yours, trapping you to it. 

“I didn’t want to do it, My Heart, but you left me no choice. You wouldn’t let me scent you, and I couldn’t let you wear another male’s scent-“ 

“You don’t own me! We don’t even know each other!” You smack at his well toned chest, as you cry. He kisses you on your piss covered forehead, nuzzling into your slightly damp hair. 

“But we will. We’re mates, after all,” With those words, he starts to strip you. “All you need to know is that I know what’s best for you. Right now, you need a big, strong mate to breed your in heat womb, and I’m the right one for the job! So, just lay back and let me help you!” 

Your top half is exposed to him, breasts bouncing as he tears your clothes to shreds. Your hits have no effect on him, as he is stares down at your naked body hungrily. 

“Why are you doing this to me? I’m not a hybrid, it doesn’t make any sense-“ 

“Nature doesn’t need to make sense. Nature decided that we’re made for one another, and the sooner you realise this, the sooner you’ll realise that I’m good for you,” He hoists your thighs over his broad, muscular shoulder, a teasing grin on his face, “But right now, I’m going to make you cum as many times as I can.” 

He attaches his mouth to your unprotected pussy, lips sucking at your clit, whilst his tongue enters your unprepared opening. A loud yelp leaves your lips at the feeling. 

His veiny hands grip the fat of your thighs, as he moves your hips to rub against his face. At first, you’re really uncomfortable, but after a few moments, you’re having to restrain yourself from moaning lamely. Jean is paying special attention to your clit, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. 

A particularly hard suck has you gushing with arousal, and although it wasn’t an orgasm, it was enough to make your thighs shake pathetically. You can feel him grin against your slit, as he inches a hand down to your cunny, and slips a thick finger inside of you. A loud mewl echoes through your chest, as your once slapping hands cover your face in shame. 

“Are you feeling good, Heart?” His airy voice would be suave if it weren't for the fact that you’re being assaulted, and you’re covered in a strange man’s piss. 

“Nu-no!” He chuckles at your weak attempt of denying him, and dives back into your weeping pussy. Polnareff rubs his finger against you g-spot with ease, not struggling to find it at all. 

That, coupled with the intense suckling on your clit, sends you over the edge. Your juices shoot out onto the white haired man’s face, coating him with your essence. 

“That was a strong orgasm, My Love. Are you sure you’re not enjoying yourself?” The teasing lilt in his voice makes you want to punch him in the face, so that’s exactly what you do. 

He grunts in pain, and in a moment of anger, flips you onto your stomach, hands held firmly in his grasp. Your back is arched just right to be in the prime breeding position, causing his cock to throb in need. Jean always liked a head-strong woman. 

“There’s no need for violence. If you wanted me to make love to you that bad, you could’ve just told me,” He didn’t wait to hear your response, instead choosing to sink his massive cock into your tight walls. Gods, you’re so tight. 

The rabbit couldn’t help bun moan at the feeling of your spasming cunny. It’s almost like you’re trying to draw him in! 

If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll receive. 

Jean starts a rapid pace, his hips slamming into yours harshly. His heavy balls smack against your clit with every thrust, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain. 

Within moments, you’re creaming and gushing around his length. Moaning in unison with you, he speeds up his ministrations, quickly cumming inside of you. His hips stutter, before stopping, allowing him to cum what seemed like buckets. Your body sags, signifying your belief that he was finished, when in all actuality, he’s far from it. 

He immediately restarts his jack hammer pace, his free hand gripping your hip, “You’re perfect! A perfect pussy that squeezes me so good, a perfect personality, and a perfect body. I’m going to knock you up with many kits!” You sob into your pillow, trying to block out his voice, cock, and smell of piss. 

You cum again and again, being filled with liters of virile cum. His hand that once held your hip cups your bloated tummy, a dopey smile covering his handsome features. 

Jean can practically feel you becoming pregnant, and it satisfied him greatly. 

Noticing your lack of movements, he realises that you’ve passed out.

Oh well, when you wake up, he’ll be sure to attend to you once more. 

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"You Wanna Come In?"

M A S T E R L I S T

Author's note:

This is my thought when I woke up this morning. It's kinda suggestive(?) or nearly a smut. I thought that I should share it so you guys (who read this) can also imagine this🤤

Reminder: Sorry for my English lol my grammar sucks cause English is not my first language. Hope you can understand<3. Also this is my very very first smut/suggestive thing that I write so yeah it's basically sucks lol and yes, the title is based on Back Door by SKZ (I'mma stayzen yay)

Pairing : switch!hendery x switch!(f)reader x sub!xiaojun

Genre : smut (Lord pls have mercy on me)

Warning : bad english, threesome, mxm a little bit (only kissing), oral (giving/receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, Xiaojun's first time, slightly mommy kink, cum eating, kinda rough, basically pure filth, I think that's it (?)

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What if your boyfriend's best friend interrupted your hot session with your boyfriend at the hotel room? Why don't you just let him in and enjoy it together?

You, you're boyfriend:Hendery, and your boyfriend's best friend that become yours too: Xiaojun were in a 5 star hotel room in Seoul. Actually you guys planned for a staycation for 2 days. You want to spend your weekend with your boyfriend, Hendery. However, Xiaojun also want to kinda ruin your date with Hendery so you decided to ask him but sleep in the separate room. Your plan for tomorrow is just swimming in the hotel and have a fine dining.

Hendery chose the right room: executive suite room with 1 king size bed, an opened bathroom where you could see someone's taking a bath with a bathup in the center, mini bar, kitchen, living room, basically like an apartment with a nice view to the city. The most expensive room in that 5 star hotel.

Your hotel room is the only room at 25th floor so no need to be worry. Meanwhile Xiaojun sleep at the 24th floor. You and Hendery had waited for this moment. With no interruption, no one could see, you could do as much as you want, screaming and moaning as loud as you can while having sex without afraid that anyone could hear it. It's just the two of you. You can imagine, having sex with your boyfriend on the couch, on the kitchen pantry, or on the king size bed freely with no one can see. You already put your things in the bedroom with a smily face. Hendery too. Suddenly, he pinned you against the wall.

"I'm waiting for this moment, baby" he said near to your neck and his hot breath tickles. Kissing down to your neck, sucking and leaving spot that you're sure will stay there for the next week. He keeps kissing, sucking, licking your neck and up to your earlobe. "Should I fuck you on the couch hm, baby? No one can see us. I'm getting bored fucking you on the bed" he said. You just nod and he started to kiss your lips. Basically a french kiss. Tongue fighting against each other finding for dominance. Hendery is really good at it so you let his tongue dominate yours.

You know this will happen so you already wearing your lingerie that he gave you at your birthday. A pink lacy lingerie which shows a bit of your nipple. You know his favorite color is pink. He removed your shirt and start kneading on your covered breast, playing with your perked nipples with his thumb and index finger. His lips still kissed you and he carried you onto the couch with lips still connected to each other. He removed his shirt showing the abs that he had been working recently. You smiled. It's been a long time since you guys had sex. cause he's really busy as an idol, while you're busy on you work too.

He noticed your smile and smirked. "Only for you, baby". You nodded. "Only for me" you said, tracing your hands up and down his abs. He removed your lacy bra, revealing your soft breast. He started licking your left nipple like a cat while his right hand playing with the other. He sucked your nipple with no mercy, he pretends that your nipple is your mouth, making out with it. He did the same with the other one. "F-feels so fucking good. I love your mouth, baby. Playing with my nipples. You like it, huh?" you moaned while your hand grabbed his hair in a fistful making him groan and giving the vibration.

His mouth going down to kiss your inner thighs near your entrance. Slapping your thigh, he asked while playing with the waistband of your underware "Can I take this off? Want to play with your beautiful pussy". You nodded and he removed your lacy panties. "So fucking wet. I make you this wet, huh?" he slapped your pussy making you jolted. "This wet pussy is mine" he said proudly. Hendery wanted to kiss your clit but suddenly the bell rang, making both of you groan.

"Room service?" you asked and Hendery shook his head. "Nope, I bet it's Xiaojun. As always, he ruin the moment. Wait" he went to open the door. Xiaojun stood in front of the door and rubbed his stomach. "Dude I'm hungry. Wanna go dinner? And where's your shirt?" Xiaojun asked but he nodded a few seconds later. "Ahhh, sorry to ruin your moment again. I'll go by myself" Xiaojun said while he wanted to leave but Hendery held his hand to stopped him. "You're not disturbing us. You wanna come in?" Hendery asked. Xiaojun raised his eyebrow. "Wait, are you like.. Having sex with Y/n right now? Dude I don't want to disturb you freakin nuts" Xiaojun said and wanted to leave again but Hendery stopped him again. "Hmm, that's okay if you want to.. Maybe.. Join us? Do something crazy together? You know, threesome Haha" Hendery asked and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Xiaojun shook a bit and start thinking. He smiled and said "If it's okay for you two. I'm getting tired pleasuring myself and wanna try somthing new". Hendery let Xiaojun in.

Xiaojun stopped in front of your naked body on the couch while you panicked and tried to cover your body. "WHAT THE HELL??! XIAOJUN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE??!" you shouting but didn't find a thing to cover your body so you just let Xiaojun saw your naked body with mouth wide opened. "I asked him to come in" Hendery said with a smirk on his face. He came to you and rub your cheeks. "Why don't we try something new, Y/n? I know that you've been fantasizing this before. Getting 2 cocks to fuck your pussy?" he said while looking at Xiaojun who was kinda terrified right now. Hendery was really different here. He's a cheerful guy outside, but when it comes to sex, he's freaking wild. It's like seeing a different person which made Xiaojun shock. You looked at Hendery with the 'how did you know' sight. "How about you? Do you want to?" you asked Xiaojun and he nodded vigorously. "I-I mean.. There's nothing wrong since your boyfriend agree with it. I also want to.. You know.. Pleasuring myself with real pussy? " Xiaojun said. You nodded your head slowly. "Well.. If both of you agree, okay then" you answered while Hendery and Xiaojun looked at each other with a smirk on their face. "But, with one condition" then they looked at you, curious about your next words. "I want to be the dom. You have to listen to me and do whatever I tell you. If you don't, you'll get a punishment. Do you understand?" you asked them. At first, they actually kinda didn't agree but since Xiaojun didn't have experience and Hendery wanted to try something new so both of them agreed.

You started to kiss your boyfriend. He kissed you back while grabbing and squeezing your ass, slapping it playfully. Xiaojun started to undress himself, only his boxer left. You rubbed your boyfriend's clothed boner, he's already that hard. Hendery groaned, biting your lips to giving his tongue the access to your mouth. You gave the 'come here' gesture to Xiaojun with you still kissed your boyfriend. He hesitated at first. You released the kiss. "Come here, don't be shy" you said. Xiaojun approached you two. You kissed Xiaojun until it turns into a heated makeout session. Your grabbed his hair to deepen the kiss. Hendery stood behind you, kissing and sucking the back of your neck, down to your shoulder while kneading your breast from behind. You released the kiss, finding air to breath. "You're such a good kisser" you praised Xiaojun and he's getting shy. "Better than me?" Hendery asked suddenly, stopping his act. You smirked, getting new idea. "Why don't you try it by yourself?" you asked him innocently. "I want to see you two kiss each other" you told them. At first, they looked disgust and hesitated to do it. "You're not obeying my words? Do you want punishment, hm babyboys?" you raised your eyebrow to look intimidating. Hendery shook his head. "No, mommy. I'll kiss him" he said. You actually kinda shocked cause it's the first time he called you that name. Hendery started to kiss Xiaojun. It was really awkward at first and turned into a messy kiss. But finally they found the rythm and going into a hot make out session. You sat on the couch, seeing your boyfriend make out with his best friend satisfied you a lot with a smirk on your face. Hendery's hand started to rub Xiaojun's clothed cock, with a moan came from his mouth. "A-ah.." he moaned into the kiss. Things getting really heated then you decided to touch yourself and playing with your clit a little bit to stimulate it.

After they released the kiss, you told them to undress themselves. Both of them were fully naked now. "Lay on the bed" you said and both of them were laying on the king size bed. "Hendery, can you eat me out? Xiaojun, I'm gonna suck your dick. Am I making myself clear?" you asked. "B-but I want you to suck my dick" Hendery protested. You smiled. "I can't even count how much I suck your dick. It's Xiaojun's first time though" you answered. Xiaojun got shy. "Ah.. Thanks Y/n" he said.

Hendery laid while you sit on his face. Xiaojun stood up beside the bed. Hendery started to playing with your clit with his tongue. "I-it's so fucking good, oh God" you moaned while looking at Xiaojun. You pumped his cock with your hand, precum leaking from the tip. Xiaojun groaned. "Do you like it -ah baby?" you asked and he nodded vigorously. "I like it. It feels so good" he moaned. You pumped it really slowly to stress him out. "I need your mouth, mommy. Fuck! I fucking need your mouth" Xiaojun said while throwing his head back. Oh, this guy also had mommy kink. You slapped his ass. He screamed. "That's not what I want, baby. Use your word" you said, still rubbing his cock slowly. "Mommy, I-I need your mouth, please? I want to feel your warm mouth. Pretty please?". You smiled and started to suck his cock, bobbing your head until his cock touch the back of your throat. You suck him at the same pace as Hendery's mouth at your clit. You moaned, causing the vibration to Xiaojun. "So f-fucking good. Holy shit!" Xiaojun moaned so hard. Hendery groaned. You moved your head faster. You felt him twitching in your mouth which means he's close. "I'm close. Shit! So fucking good. Please, don't stop" Xiaojun grabbing your hair, started to facefucking you but you decided to stop. "Do not touching!" you said and he groaned. "I won't let you cum if you do it again" you continued. "Y-yes. I'm sorry" he said. You slapped his cock a little making him hissed at the feeling. While Hendery's tongue playing your bundle of nerves faster then before. You curled your toes as he found the spot. "A-ah Yes! Right there! Don't stop" you grabbed Hendery's hair making him groan. He's tonguefucking you right now. You had cum few minutes ago if Xiaojun didn't come. But it's okay cause you had two beautiful men pleasuring you right now. Hendery kept abusing your sensitive spot. "I'm close! Wanna cum on your pretty face. Can I, prince?" you asked. He answered with a long whiny moan and finally you have your orgasm. Hendery's face was wet because of your juices. He laughed.

"You wanna try real pussy, huh? Why don't you fuck me? I wanna feel your cock wrap in my tight cunt. Can Xiaojun fuck me, prince?" you asked Xiaojun and Hendery's agreement. "Xiaojun, you really ruin the moment. I can't even feel my girlfriend's tight cunt first" Hendery said and you know he's jealous. You smiled. "Relax, prince. You're gonna receive a reward from me later" you rubbed his soft cheek. Hendery nodded. You were in position with knees and hands on the king size bed. Xiaojun positioning himself and entered you slowly. Both of you moaned while Hendery sat on the couch inside your bedroom, jerking himself off slowly cause he didn't want to cum yet. "You're so fucking big" you moaned and Xiaojun start off slowly, wanna make sure his cock fully inside you. "So tight. Is you're girlfriend suppose to be this tight?" Xiaojun asked Hendery with a smirk while the other just shook his head. "She's always tight for me. That pussy is mine by the way" he answered, still rubbing his own cock. Xiaojun started to go faster, jerking himself inside your cunt. "Shit! This is why you like to fuck her, yeah? So good!" Xiaojun teased Hendery again. Hendery got jealous and approaching you two. He stood in front of you, putting his dick inside your mouth and start facefucking you. You moaned and start to bobbing your head. You already forgot that he's breaking the rules but you want to pleasuring yourself. Being fucked by a dick in your cunt and mouth stuffed with a dick is the first time for you. Saliva and Hendery's precum mixture started to running down your chin, neck, and breast. While your juice and Xiaojun's precum leaking down from your cunt. "I-I wanna.. I wanna cum!! Can I cum inside you, mommy? Want to fill you so fucking bad" Xiaojun said while still pounding into you. Hendery sent a death glare to him. "What the fuck? She's my-" you cut him "Yes, baby. Cum inside me. Wanna feel your warm cum inside my pussy. I'm on pills" you said. Hendery rolled his eyes. Few thrusts later, Xiaojun finally released his cum. "I'm cumming! Mommy, I'm cumming. A-ahhh" he let out his dick. His cum leaking from your pussy, and he decided to eat you out. "Oh my God!! Xiaojun! S-so good! Fuckkk!" you moaned, your hands jerking Hendery off. "I'm close! C'mon baby. Eat that pussy. Yes like that! Yes!!" you screamed. Xiaojun kept his tongue exploring your cunt, sucking his own cum. Hendery shocked that a virgin boy could actually pleasured his girlfriend. "I'm cuming!!!" your whole body shaking and falling on the bed, basically Xiaojun made your body weak. You released your hand from Hendery's dick, edging him. He groaned.

"It's not fair! I haven't cum yet" he protested. You laughed. "Xiaojun, sit on the couch. You're good for a virgin. But you have to learn more on how to fuck from me" he continued, flip your body so you back lay on the bed. He inserted his cock into your pussy fully in without any warning making you jolt. "Fuck! I'm still sensitive!" you groaned and he smirked. "I don't fucking care" he let out his dick and fully fuck you again. He repeated many times before he started to pounding you with fast pace. You put your right leg on his shoulder, so he could go deeper. "Hnghh, deeper! I love you, I love your cock!" you moaned and he pounded you faster. "You love my cock that much, huh? Better than Xiaojun?" he asked, kneading your breast. You nodded. He then rubbed your clit to give more stimulation. You grabbed his hair roughly as he started kissing your neck. Xiaojun wanted to try something more. So he approching you two and sit on the bed. He started to suck your nipple while Hendery kept pounding inside and out of you. Xiaojun gave you more pleasure and you moaned. "Mmmm so good! Being my pussy fucked and nipple sucked" you grabbed Hendery's hair who now hiding in the crook of your neck sending hot air while your left hand grabbed Xiaojun's hair. Hendery's right hand jerking Xiaojun's dick making him moan. Xiaojun left your nipple from his mouth, instead he's using his fingers to play with your left nipple, Hendery's fingers playing with your right one, while his other hand still pumping Xiaojun. For the reward, Xiaojun kissed Hendery and their tongue fighting against each other. Xiaojun's left hand grabbed Hendery's hair to deepen the kiss. You were really satisfied for the view in front lf you. Xiaojun moaned into the kiss because the pressure that he got from his dick. Xiaojun's hand moved from your nipple to your clit. He rubbed it so fast, as fast as Hendery's pace in fucking you. "Shit! I'm close! Don't stop please, hngg yes! I love the way your cock fucking my pussy. I love you I love you! Xiaojun you're hand's so good playing with my clit. You like it, huh?" you moaned in pleasure. Both of them nodded. Hendery's hand moved faster in rubbing Xiaojun's dick making him moan too." I'm close too, baby. Let's cum together" Hendery asked. Xiaojun couldn't say anything, only throwing back his head. After few more thrust, three of you cum together. Loud moans from you three started to filled the bedroom. "Shit, I'm cumming, baby!" Hendery shouted. Xiaojun let a loud whine "A-ahhhh oh my God, hmmm" Xiaojun whined. Hendery cum inside of you, while Xiaojun's cum on your face, putting it inside your mouth. You swallowed his seed and open your mouth again and let out your tongue to show that you already swallow his cum.

Three of you laid on the bed, fully tired. "Fuck, that was hot" you said. Three of you laughed, actually didn't believe what just happen. "We should try it again sometimes. You have three holes right? We only use two" Xiaojun said. "No! I want to have sex with her, just the two of us. No more threesome. This is the last" Hendery protested. "You're the one who asked for a threesome, dumbass" Xiaojun answered, making you laugh. "Hahaha, maybe we should try next time? I haven't tried anal before" you said making your boyfriend's eyes glared to yours. "Anyways, you're still hungry right? Why don't you go to mcdonalds?" Hendery asked Xiaojun. "Because I still want to continue our time. I only cum once" He continued. Xiaojun laughed. "Okay, okay. Let me wear my clothes first. What do you guys want?" he asked. "2 big macs. And also, can you leave us longer? I mean, I want to fuck her until she passed out" Hendery answered while looking at you. You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, fine. I'll go. Thanks Y/n. Can wait to fuck your ass" Xiaojun said leaving both of you.

"So, why don't we continue our session just the two of us?" Hendery asked you, rubbing his own cock that get's hard again. "But now, you have to obeying my word. Do you understand, princess?" he reached your hair, grabbing it roughly. You gulped.

Here we go, guess you couldn't walk and doing your plans tomorrow.

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Idiots in love

Pairing: William ‘Bill’ Weasley x reader 

Synopsis: (Y/N) has been in love with Bill ever since she met him their first year at Hogwarts. Will she finally tell Bill how she feels, like Mrs. Weasley hopes she will, or will Fleur and Ginny’s assumptions about (Y/N)’s love life get in the way. 

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: Angst. Dumb asses pining after each other. Fleur, if she counts lmao. Brief mentions of death. 

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months, I wrote it as a self indulgent piece since I can’t date Bill in Hogwarts Mystery and I wasn’t sure if anyone would actually read it. It's cannon divergent. Also, tell me if you want a part 2!

My first fic of the new year! Hopefully I'll be way more consistent and inspired this year. Thank you to everyone reading any of the fics I write, I love you all!

“Molly, he’s happy with her,” you roll your eyes at the older woman who had become like a mother to you over the years. 

You met her at Kings Cross Station the morning of your first year, she helped you cross the barrier, your parents are muggles who are afraid of anything different. You were in Bill’s year, the two of you becoming fast friends on the train ride. Through your years at Hogwarts you two became inseparable, both becoming Head Girl and Head Boy together. You two always studied together, explored the castle together, went to Hogsmeade together, you did everything together. Well, except one thing, you didn’t fall in love together; you fell for him, and he fell for that foul, loathsome Emily Tyler and now Fleur Delacour.

You spent almost every Christmas Holiday under the burrow’s roof, along with most of your summers. The burrow was your real home, and the Weasley’s were your family. After you and Bill had graduated Molly and Arthur insisted you use their first names, both convinced you and Bill would finally get together. But that didn’t happen, you both went separate ways, barely even owling over the years. He went on to be this fantastic cursebreaker for Gringotts, getting sent all the way to Egypt. And you, you became the astronomy professor at Hogwarts, you thrived in the subject and Professor Sinistra transferred to Uagadou.

“But you’re perfect for him,” Molly nags. You loved the women with your whole heart, but she really needed to learn when to drop matters of the heart. Especially when the topic of discussion was set to arrive soon. 

“Not everything works out how we want it to,” you sigh as you hand her a clean dish to dry, you had wanted to clean the dishes the muggle way. “Especially when it involves one's heart.”

The two of you are waiting for everyone to arrive, Arthur is picking the kids up from the train now that it’s summer holiday. You had apparated to the burrow after the students boarded the train, now officially a part of the Order. Dumbledore and Sirius are dead, but that just means that everyone needs to fight harder. 

“I just want you to be happy,” Molly’s eyes are soft and sad as she looks at you. 

“I am,” you smile through the lie. There’s a pop from the living room, assuming it’s just Charlie you continue. “I don’t need a man Molly, my students make me happy.”

“Mum,” the unmistakable voice of William Weasley calls as he walks towards the kitchen. “I have great news, Fleur and I are engaged! We want to get married this summer!”

You accidentally drop the plate you're washing back into the soapy water, causing some to splash your shirt. For a split second you see Molly’s face fall before she puts on a bright fake smile as she turns to her eldest. You refuse to turn and see him, you thought you had enough time to prepare yourself to see him again, but you didn’t. He refused to see you after he got hurt during the battle of the astronomy tower when he was in the hospital wing and ignored you in the few weeks following.  

“Oh, wow,” Molly tries to come up with a response that won’t upset him. “This quickly?”

“I can’t take the chance, not now,” his mood is hard to read from his voice. He almost seems too defensive when he responds. “Not with everything happening.”

Your heart stops its thumping for a second, you didn’t realize it would hurt this much to see him happy. You want more than anything for him to be happy, but you also know that his mother and sister will never approve of Fleur. And he’ll never be fully happy because of that. But maybe you're wrong, maybe you don’t really know him. Maybe you never did. 

“I can’t believe I signed up for bloody astronomy again,” you can hear Ron complain through the open window before Molly can respond.

“You know you love me,” you holler out the window as Ron and Ginny get closer to the house. They’re the only two at Hogwarts now, they’re growing up so fast. 

“Yeah, yeah professor,” he mutters as he walks through the door before grinning widely at you. 

Even though you had seen Ginny hours ago, the younger girl runs up to you and throws her arms around you. You laugh as she pulls back and makes a face as some of the soap suds transferred to her shirt. 

“You just saw (Y/N),” Ron rolls his eyes at Ginny’s actions.

“Yeah but that’s different,” Ginny defends. “At Hogwarts I can’t talk to her about boys, or eat dinner with her, or ask for Quidditch tips.”

“I’m always up for talking about boys,” you grin down at the red headed girl. You laugh and apologize to Molly as Ginny pulls you from the kitchen and up to her room. 

You don’t glance at Bill, you can’t. You’re too scared that all of the feeling you have bottled up will resurface with just one glance. You miss the way his eyes soften at your interaction with his sister, and how they trail after you as you get pulled past him. You sit with Ginny as she fawns over Harry for close to an hour, interjecting occasionally when she asks for your opinion. This is what you always imagined having a younger sister would feel like. 

“What about you?” she asks with a teasing tone in her voice. 

“What about me?” you laugh lightly as your eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

“You and professor Snape,” she’s smirking. 

“Severus?” you laugh before your face pulls into a disgusted look only Ginny can see. “We’re coworkers. Dare I say friends. And he’s a part of the Order, we have to at least tolerate each other.”

“Mhm,” she sounds unconvinced. “He smiled at you the other day! In the Great Hall, where people could see! He never smiles!”

“Ginny, we’re friends,” you try to get through to the stubborn teen. “Plus he’s known me since I was eleven, that would be gross.”

Before Ginny can respond there’s a knock on the open door, you turn around and see Bill for this first time in years. His red hair still falls to his shoulders, and he still has that fang hanging from his ear. There are scars down his cheek now, those and the fang make him look bad ass. Your heart stutters as your eyes meet his, the heartache that disappeared when you were gossiping with Ginny resurfaces with just one look.

“Dinners ready,” he says before turning and walking back down the stairs. 

Dinner is loads of fun, the two eldest Weasley’s joining the group since there’s a small Order meeting afterwards. Dinner is full of Charlie joking with you, something you're happy about since Ginny wouldn’t be able to bring up Severus again. You ignore the giggles and the French accent that poke holes in your heart as Bill only pays attention to Fleur, who showed up at the Burrow when you were upstairs. 

After dinner you agree to show Ron and Ginny some Quidditch moves you had picked up over the years, borrowing an old broom left behind by one of the other boys. Remus and Tonks appear in the front yard, signaling that the meeting would start momentarily. Ron thanks you as he continues to practice the moves as you fly to the ground. Ginny follows you, wanting to get a drink from the kitchen before it's closed off to the youngest two. 

“Are you going to take his last name, or is he going to take yours?” she teases. 

“Ginny, not now,” you sigh, not sure how to get it through her head that you have no feeling for the potions master without revealing that you’re in love with her oldest brother. You aren’t sure who’s worse, her or Molly. 

“Alright, whatever you say Mrs. Snape,” Ginny wiggles her brows in your direction as you head for the kitchen. 

“Mrs. Snape?” Severus’s monotonous voice comes from behind you two. Ginny’s eyes widen before she takes off running, and a strangled sound leaves your lips.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley, that’s a month of detention next year!” you yell after her. You take a breath before turning to stare into Snape’s obsidian eyes. “Ginny saw you laugh at my stupid joke in the Great Hall a few weaks ago and now she’s convinced you have feelings for me.” Severus raises his eyebrows at you before looking in the direction Ginny ran off in. “She’s just a kid Sev, don’t hold her delusions against her.”

“Weasley’s,” he mutters before heading to the kitchen himself. Dumbledore had told a select few in the Order the plans for Severus to kill him so Draco didn’t have to, and since the Headmaster was already dying nobody was as mad as expected. “Don’t you have feelings for the oldest one?”

“Be quiet!” you hiss, as look to make sure no one heard. He smirks before walking into the room where the meeting is to be held, leaving you standing confused in the hallway.

The meeting is small tonight; Remus, Tonks, Charlie, Molly, Arthur, Sev, yourself, Bill, and Fleur. The rest had prior engagements unfortunately, so it was essentially just family and Severus. 

Molly uses her magic to pour you a glass of tea as you sit beside Sev, the only open seat. You smile a quick thanks before lifting the cup to your lips. The warm liquid soothing your tired throat, students liked to talk over you during the last week of school so your throat was a little raw. 

“Do you want a cookie with that, love?” Snape’s monotonous voice is slightly louder than it normally is. The term of endearment comes as such a shock that you spit out the tea that's in your mouth, landing across the table on Fleur. 

There was no denying that Severus’s question was directed at you, he’s holding the plate full of Molly’s cookies right next to your face. The room goes deathly silent as the seconds pass by. Ginny, who was getting herself some pumpkin juice, drops the glass she was holding, it shatters when it hits the ground. Molly, Arthur, and Charlie abruptly stop their conversation to stare at you and Sev in shock. Remus furrows his eyebrows as he looks between you two, Tonks looks like she's holding back a laugh. A flash of pain seems to cross Bill’s face before it goes blank, and horror crosses Fleur’s when your tea lands on her. 

“I’m so sorry!” you cover your mouth, thankful the liquid wasn’t warm enough to burn. Bill doesn’t even turn to look at his fiancee, just stares at you. 

“Are you alright?” Snape has a small smile only you can see. You aren’t sure how to respond, especially as you stare at the amusement dancing in his onyx eyes. 

“I knew it!” Ginny yells, finally breaking the few seconds of silence, seconds that felt like years. You flick Sev’s leg under the table, and he has the audacity to grin larger.

“Thanks honey,” your eyes narrow slightly as you grab a cookie off the plate, passing it to Bill without looking away from the man in all black. 

The rest of the meeting is awkward, and as soon as it’s over you pull Sev out of his chair and outside. The cool night air cools your burning cheeks and he lets out a laugh that he had been holding in.

“What was that?” you pull at the ends of your hair. 

“We made your precious Weasley jealous,” even though he’s smirking, there’s no change in his inflection. 

“And now they all think we’re together!” your voice is high pitched and squeaky. 

“Good luck with that,” he disapparates before you can respond.

“I hate you!” you yell at the spot where Severus was just standing.

“You and Snape, huh?” Charlie’s voice cuts through the silent night. 

“Not bloody likely,” you roll your eyes, before plopping onto the ground. Charlie joins you as you lay and stare up at the stars. “He heard Ginny saying she thought he liked me, and he knows who I like, so he decided to run with it. He’s actually fun when you break through his cold exterior.”

“You still love Bill,” it isn’t a question. No matter how many times you denied it while you three went to school together, Charlie never believed you. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to look at him. He’s already facing you so you continue, “your mum kept going on about how I should be the one with him this afternoon. She won’t drop it.”

“I love my brother,” Charlie makes sure you keep eye contact with him as he continues. “But he’s being stupid. I agree with mum, you should be the one marrying him.”

“He’s happy without me,” your voice comes out sadder than you thought it would, guard finally down. “We’ve barely talked in years, and he wouldn’t even let me see him after the attack. He doesn’t need me, nor does he want me in his life anymore.”

Charlie just sighs, annoyed that neither you nor Bill could see the truth starring you both in the face. You love each other. Charlie just lies next to you in comforting silence, staring at the night sky until he has to head back to Romania and you off to bed. 

A single tear slips down your cheek as you lay down in the bed that once belonged to Charlie. Ginny enters the room without knocking, and you quickly wipe away the tear. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!” she practically screams. 

“There’s nothing to tell, he was messing with you, Gin,” you look her directly in the eyes so she knows you aren’t lying. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” she sits beside you on the mattress. 

“I’m in love with Bill,” you whisper, finally saying the words out loud. Sure you had agreed with Charlie earlier, but you had never said the five words out loud before. It feels like a weight is lifted off your chest, until a new wave of heartache hits you. “I have been since we were in school, and it hurts Ginny. Fleur, she’s perfect, I couldn’t possibly compete with her.”

“You’re so much better than her, (Y/N),” Ginny grabs your hand, causing you to look up at her. “And he’s a fool if he doesn’t see that.”

“Thanks Gin,” you smile sadly, squeezing her hand before she heads off to her room. 

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“Zank you,” Fleur’s French accent is the first thing you hear in the morning. Ginny comes up behind you as you stand in the hallway, and puts her hand on your shoulder. Today is the day you forget about all of this foolish childish love you have for Bill. 

Molly watches you closely as you sit down at the breakfast table, Ginny plopping down beside you. As you talk to the young girl about Quidditch over breakfast, a black owl flies through an open window. You roll your eyes as it plops a letter beside you, you give the owl some of your toast before it flies out of the window again. Ginny looks over your shoulder as you open the letter, the rest of the Weasley’s not-so-secretly watch you read it. 

The letter isn’t anything special, just Severus letting you know that you had left a book at Hogwarts. You know full well he’s being his dramatic self, going out of his way to send an owl, just so he can say he was right. He even added a p.s, asking if Bill had gotten jealous yet. You laugh at the ridiculous question, causing Bill to excuse himself and walk outside. Fleur doesn’t move from her seat, causing you and Ginny to make a face at each other.

A few moments pass before you decide to follow your old best friend against your better judgment, but someone should check on him. He’s in the backyard pacing like a madman, running his hands through his long hair and pulling on the tips. 

“Bill?” you ask softly. He whips around and looks at you, once again his face is hard to read. Your eyes, however, soften as soon as they see what Fenrier Greyback did to him. “What’s wrong?”

“You and Snape?” his voice is hard and cold. “He hated us growing up, and you just pretended that never happened and you're with him? He hated you!”

“It’s none of your business William!” your voice is high pitched, you’re angry. He doesn’t talk to you in ages and now all of a sudden he thinks it’s okay to judge your relationships. “We were annoying kids back then, of course he hated us.”

“You could do better than him!” his anger seems to rise at the use of his full first name. 

“We’re just friends!” your voice is shrill, and you're sure everyone inside can hear you two clearly. “Not that it’s any of your business anyway! Severus was letting me know I forgot some of my belongings at Hogwarts. You have no right to judge who I choose to spend my time with and who I befriend, not when you haven’t tried to talk to me in years Bill!”

With that you turn and head away from the burrow, not wanting to face anyone right now. Especially any of the Weasley's, and most of all, Molly. Bill calls your name as you walk away from him, but you don’t turn around. You can’t. William Weasley has broken your heart multiple times since you met him, and you aren’t about to give him the satisfaction of watching himself break your heart all over again.

Part 2

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Thomas Shelby X Male Reader X Hulmet Zemo

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Here is a small crossover between Zemo and the peaky blinders because WHY NOT?! Also, the French I use might not be correct, I only took a few classes of French and then dropped out and decided on Japanese instead :/ please don’t judge me, I’m still learning (°▽°)

Summary: Reader is Thomas Shelbys son, who has been sneaking around with Birmingham’s new Chief Inspector Hulmet Zemo. The two have grow close to each other, but how will he tell Thomas about his secret?

Warnings: Fluff, angst, crossover, language, some French, soft Hulmet, rich baron.

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“Not a single word do you care to utter in my direction. You struggle to find meaning as to who I am and what I stand for. Am I not worthy?”

It has been raining in Birmingham for the last three days. The Shelby family had stayed indoors to help with the bettings. They could be doing something a lot more important but, instead they decided to spend the rainy days counting up the bets and making sure that everything is in track.

Thomas was in his office, reading the paper as he smokes his second cigar of the day. His eyes skimming through today’s events as he lets out a puff of smoke. He tosses the paper aside and puts his cigar out, taking his glasses he sets them down.

Hearing the office door open, he looks up to see his only son, Y/n, stepping inside his office as he closes the door behind him. “What are you doing here? I thought you were helping Polly with counting the bets.” He mutters out as he watches his son approaching the desk. “I got bored.” He hears the other say.

Y/n sits down on one of the chairs and leans his head back, groaning softly. “It’s been raining for days, I want to go out and ride the horses.” He mumbled out, causing Thomas to chuckle at him as he too, leans back in his own chair. “It’s dangerous riding in this weather. It can frighten the horses and you can get hurt, don’t want that happening.” Y/n shrugs as he sits up and looks at the material around his fathers desk.

He reaches out for the paper and unfolds it, reading the front page. “Helmut Zemo.”

Y/n froze at the sudden name as he slowly looks up to make eye contact with his father. “Do you know him?” Thomas asks as y/n slowly shakes his head in response, trying his best to not show any fear or intimidation.

“He’s the new Chief Inspector, has been coming around town for the last couple of days—“ Thomas sighs deeply. “He’s already arrested five of our men, told them not to cause trouble only for them to start a fight at the Garrison.” He slips his glasses back on as he sat up. Y/n looks down at the newspaper and clears his throat, “Why exactly are you telling me this? I know you don’t like it when I get involved with the family’s business. You’ve told me many times to stay away.”

It was true, Thomas Shelby was a protective man towards his own family. He’s always kept y/n safe, ever since he was abandoned by his mother. Thomas wanted him to stay out of the family business, away from any enemies that targeted them. He couldn’t risk losing anymore family members, especially his own son.

“I just want you to be careful the next time you go out.” Said Thomas. “If you see or hear about him—you stay away.” His voices slowly grows dark as he gives y/n a stern look. A look that always frightened the younger man. “I’ll be careful, always have!” He beams out with a smile. Y/n didn’t want to worry his father anymore as he stands up from his spot. “I’ll make sure to stay away from Zemo and away from any trouble.” He assures Thomas. He adjusts his coat and walks out of the office doors before his father could say anything else.

Once he’s out of sight he leans against a wall and lets out a shaky breath, gripping his coat close as he bites his lip. “Shit.” He whispers to himself as he heads back to the betting room, entering a separate room where his aunt Polly was counting the bets. He closes the door behind him and sits In front of her, burying his face in his hands as Polly counts the bets.

“Did you tell him?” She asks with a raised brow.

Y/n groans. “I couldn’t.” He looks up from his hands as Polly rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head, continuing on with the bets. “You’ll have to tell Tommy soon, you should know how your father will react once he finds out first.” She reminds him. He already knew how his father would react if he found out that both he and Zemo have been seeing each other in secret for the last couple of months.

“Polly, I don’t know what to do. I want to tell him about us but, it’s been far too difficult—dammit aunt Pol he’s gonna be angry with me!” He exclaims, his anxiety getting to him as he thinks about all of the bad things that can happen between him and his father. “Pol, what I’m doing his wrong! Falling in love with another men, keeping secrets from my father, betraying the family!”

“Alright enough!” Polly stood up and stands by his side as she pulls him into a hug. “You’re a strong man. I know your father can be stubborn but he will also understand.” She pulls away from the hug and pushes his hair back. “Go and talk to Zemo, figure something out and tell your father or else I will.”

Y/n whimpers at her small threat, he knows that he has to tell his father soon or else he will be the first to find out about him and Zemo and it will not be a fun experience. “I—okay.” He whispers out. Polly gives him a stern nod, “Now go see him and figure something out. I’ll tell your father that you went home and took a cab with you or that you went out for a bit.” She informs him as she walks around the small office she had and grabs his hat, placing it on him as she adjusts his coat and sighs deeply. “Go on.” She nods towards the door.

Y/n bites his líp. “Thanks aunt Pol.” He kisses her cheek before leaving the room. He storms out of the betting shop and into the rain, wincing at the cold weather as he rushes out to go see Zemo.

Polly sits back down and sighs, wishing the boy good luck as she goes back to counting the bets, writing down the numbers and amounts in the book as she lights a cigar for herself before looking up to see Thomas entering the room. “Tommy, thought you fell asleep back in your office.” She says sarcastically as she continues on with her job, it sparing him a second glance. “I came in here to talk about y/n.”

“What about him?”

“He’s been acting strange in the last few days, know anything about it?” He raises a brow and crosses his arms over his chest. “Nothing.” Polly replies back as she sets a few bills on the side and continues on with a new stack. The room is silent until Thomas speaks up. “He trusts you and I know he’s told you what’s wrong, so—“ he locks the door behind him and approaches pollys desk. “Tell me what he told you.”

Polly glares at him. “The boy is fine Thomas, he’s growing up and needs some time.” She crosses her own arms with a frown on her face. Thomas looks away and clears his throat. “Very well.” He stands up straight and slips his hands in his pockets.

“Then tell me about Helmut Zemo.”

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A loud knocking was heard throughout the house as Zemo sets his stuff down and heads towards the door to see who it was. It’s been pouring for days, so who would want to be bothering him?

As he answers the door his eyes soften at the sight of his beloved. “Chéri.” He says as y/n gives him a small shy smile. “Hey...” Zemo frowns. “It’s raining, come inside, I’ll get you something to wear.” He ushers the young man inside and closes the door behind him. “Go get warmed up by the fireplace while I get you some clothes.”

Y/n does as Zemo says as he walks towards the living room and stands in front of the fire place. Allowing the warm heat to keep his body from growing colder. “Voici.” He gasps as Zemo places a dry towel around him. “Come, let’s get you changed.” He takes y/n’s hand and guides him towards the bedroom where he had some clothes laid out for him. “Get changed while I prepare us some Tea.” Zemo places a kiss on the back of y/n’s hand, reassuring him that he’ll be close by as he leaves him to change.

Y/n gave a small smile as he begins to change his clothes and into something warm. He makes sure to take his wet clothes back towards the fire place. Spreading the clothes out he sets it close to the warm fire and lets them dry. “Better?” He hears Zemo asks as he stands next to him and hands him a cup of tea. Y/n gives a small nod in return, “a lot better.” He thanks him for the tea and sits on the couch as he drinks the warm liquid.

Zemo sits across from him while crossing his leg over the other and drinking his own tea.

“I couldn’t tell him.”

Zemo raises a brow as he sets his cup down on the table. “What do you mean?” He questions.

Y/n bites his lip. “I tried to tell my father about us but—“ he lets out a nervous breath. “I panicked, thinking that he will grow upset if he found out that his one and only son was sleeping around with the new chief inspector that he hates.” He mutters out as he leans back in his spot and groans.

Zemo chuckles softly as he stands up and moves towards y/n. He reaches out to stroke his cheek with his thumb. “We aren’t just sleeping with each other.” He adds. “We care about each other and enjoy being around one another. I love having you around my chéri.”

He blushes at his the small name, he moves it when Zemo calls him darling, it made him feel all happy inside and cheerful. As Zemo leans down to press their foreheads together, y/n can’t help but close his eyes and let out a small sigh with a smile on his face.

“te iubesc.” He whispers out.

Zemo chuckles as he responds back. “I love you too.” The two look into each others eyes as y/n leans up for a kiss. One that they have shared many times before between each other, he sighs against the kiss and runs his fingers through Zemos hair. “Helmut...”

“Yes my Chéri?” Zemo pulls away for a split second as y/n licks his lips. “as much as I’m enjoying this, we still have to find a way on how I’m going to explain this to my father.” The older man huffs out a laugh as he pulls away from y/n and sits down next to him. “I say we go to the betting shop and just tell him.”

“And let him shoot you on the spot?” Y/n raises a brow. Zemo shrugs a shoulder, “Worth a shot.” The other rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “No, we can’t do that. My father will most likely kill you or find a way too.”

This was a lot harder then he thought. His father was a blinder and he wasn’t stupid, he was able to take down many of his enemies and he would not hesitate to find a way to take down Hulmet himself. He needs to be smart and figure out a way to tell his father without angering him or anyone else in his family.

Biting his lip he thinks of an idea. “I have an aunt who lives in London, maybe she can help us?”

“What make you think your aunt will help?” Asked Zemo.

“Aunt Ada dealt with the same situation as us, she fell in love with my fathers friend. During that time they become enemies and my aunt ada was keeping their relationship a secret, she couldn’t allow anyone to know.” He explains. “Aunt Polly found out first about her relationship and then a few months later she found out about her having a baby.”

“Did your aunt ever tell Thomas?” Zemo asks and pulls y/n close, wrapping an arm around his waist as he kissed his cheek. “No, my father found out on his own. He didn’t like it but accept her and the baby, after that my aunt moved to London, wanting to stay out of the shelbys business.” He cuddles up close to Zemo. The fire keeping them warm as the room grows silent, the sound of rain and wood popping where the only things heard.

“We either tell him or wait until he finds out on his own.” Zemo blurts out. They know that it’s hard, but it’s harder for Y/n. He remembers the time Zemo took him to meet his family. The Barons were royalty and filthy rich, but that never bothered y/n or made him feel any different. Zemos father welcomed him with open arms and quickly grew a liking towards him. Zemos family was very accepting towards them and didn’t care about what others said or thought. But things were different for Y/n. His family was different, they all grew up during a war and his uncles were drafted, along with his father. They all returned back home with a lot of trauma and it was difficult to sleep at night as he would hear his uncles waking up in panic or screaming. His family were Gypsies and they were always mistreated. It took his family weeks before they could officially get on their feet, claiming shops and bars as their own and earning themselves a name. He was a Shelby and the Shelby family always had bad luck.

As it slowly grows dark he leans his head against Zemos shoulder as his eyes slowly began to drop. “Sleep my très chère.” Whispered Zemo as y/n’s eyes close and falls into a deep sleep. “Tomorrow is a big day.”

-

Polly was up early the next day, sitting in her office as she counted the bets. She preferred to up earlier than anyone else, wanting to finish her work faster so that she could head out to the bar and have a drink or two.

As she organized her things she hears a set of footsteps running inside the betting shop. “Aunt pol!” She hears Finn cry out as he jogs up to her office. “Is tommy around?” He pants out. “Probably at a bar fucking some whore.” She mumbles out. “Why?”

“There’s a man outside, claims to be Helmut Zemo.” Polly froze, her eyes widening as she looks over to Finn. “What?”

“He wants to speak with Thomas.”

Polly is quick to react. “Very well, Finn go get Thomas at the garrison and bring him back here and quick.” She ushered him a she quickly cleans up her mess only to see Finn still standing there. “What did I just say boy?! Go! Go!” She smacks the boys shoulder as Finn easily gets startled and runs off to fetch Thomas.

It doesn’t take long for Polly to allow Zemo to enter the small apartment. “Mr. Zemo.” She says with a small nod and guides towards the table. “Would you like some tea?”

Zemo steps around the place and sits down, giving Polly a polite smile as he nods. “Please and thank you.”

Polly chuckles. “A man with manners, you don’t see that everyday.” She gets a kettle started and walks around the small kitchen, growing nervous by the minute. “Is there a reason as to why you are here inspector?”

Zemo clears his throat. “I think you already know why.” Indeed she did. “This is about y/n, correct?” She glanced over her shoulder to eye the older man. “Correct.” He repeats back. “Y/n told me that i could trust you, due to you already knowing about our relationship.” He chuckles out. “He talks a lot about you and your family but...Mostly about you.”

Polly smiles at that statement. “Really? I hope it’s all good things.” She removes the kettle from the stove once it’s done heating up and poured them both some tea. She sets the cup in front of him as he thanks her in French, taking a small sip as Polly sits across from him.

“I’m guessing your here to tell Thomas Shelby about your relationship with y/n.”

Zemo stares at the small cup before turning his gaze towards Polly. “I told y/n that we would do this together, but last night I was able to sense his fear. Fear of rejection, fear of losing his family.” He explains. “So, I took the liberty to do this myself. I feel like it’s best if I say something first before anyone decided to blame y/n for his choices.”

“I don’t blame him, honesty. When I found out that our little y/n was dating the new chief inspector. Let alone a Baron, I was a bit surprised.” Polly grins, taking out a cigar as she lights it up and blows out some smoke. “So tell me, what exactly do you want to tell Thomas Shelby?”

Zemo exhales and sits up straight. “I want him to know that I really care about his son. He’s an amazing man and a perfect partner, I treat him with respect and would never think of hurting him—“

“Would you kill for him?” Polly cuts in, reminding him of who he was. Zemo gives her a frown before answering. “Yes.” He’s hurt and tortured people before but he won’t hesitate to have blood on his hands even if it means to keep his own loved ones safe. “Y/n is precious to me, I don’t treat him like a whore and I don’t play with his feelings. He’s a strong man who can protect himself and knows what he is doing but he’s also afraid. Afraid of losing his family, thinking that they’ll turn against him all because he loves an enemy of his father. He cherishes his family and cares deeply about all of you, but he too wishes to start his own life.”

Polly listens to the man carefully. “He’s not a fucking boy anymore, I remind tommy everyday but refuses to listen to me.” She sighs and rubs her temples. “Do you truly love y/n? You did say that you weren’t playing with his feelings, so do you love y/n?”

Zemo gives a small smile. “Avec tout mon coeur.”

With all of my heart

Pollys lip turn into a smile at his response. “Bien.” She said back and glanced over his shoulder to see Thomas hiding behind a wall as he listens into their conversation. Allowing Polly to take control of the situation. “Thomas is a stubborn man but will most likely understand.” She puts out her cigarette. “Y/n is Thomas first and only child, watching him grow were precious moments to Thomas. He really loves his son but the man is no longer a child, he’s an adult now who makes his own choices and decides his own fate.” She mutters out. “Thomas will grow protective, but as time goes by he will understand that Y/n won’t always be by his side.” She targets that statement more towards Thomas who was still in hiding and listening on their conversation.

“I understand if Mr. Shelby doesn’t want me anywhere near y/n, believe me—the first time y/n and I started dating he has to wait until everyone was asleep so that he can sneak out for the night. I would take him on small walks around town or visit my parents home. We usually spent most of our time in the library reading.” He chuckles out, remembering the first date they had.

The man was a nervous wreck, wanting to impress the other but also not wanting to scare him off. During their first days they spent most of their time reading books and talking about literature, something the two enjoyed doing together every once an while.

“I just want y/n to be happy.” He adds.

“And would you promise him that happiness?” Zemo turns around to see Thomas standing Over him with a dark look in his eyes. Zemo doesn’t feel threatened or intimidated by Thomas. “I promise.” He simply replies back as Thomas lets out a deep sigh and pitched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes before opening them and taking in a deep breath. “Very well, Mr. Zemo. I’ll allow my son to continue seeing you—but, if he gets hurt or if anything happens to him. My family and I will hunt you down and I’ll put a bullet through your head.” He says darkly with a harsh glare.

Zemo stands from his seat and clears his throat. “I’ve already said that I wouldn’t allow anything to happen to y/n and if anything or anyone does hurt him then I’ll make sure to kill them myself.” He utters back, giving Thomas the same look as the two men stare each other down.

“Alright that’s enough, Thomas already gave you his blessing so I suggest leaving back to your home before either of you kill each other.” Said Polly as she breaks up their staring contest. “Mr. Zemo—“

“Please, Call me Helmut.”

Polly smiles. “Helmut, I suggest heading back home before y/n wakes up and decides to give himself a panic attack.” She stands in front of Thomas, ready to stop him if he decides to do anything.

Zemo gives the two a nod. “Very well, it’s been a pleasure.” He tells the two. “And the Tea was wonderful, thank you.” He adds before leaving the shop and heading down the busy streets.

Polly lets out a deep breath that she was holding in before turning to face Thomas. “He slept at his place?!” Thomas growls out in anger as Polly rolls her eyes. “When will you understand.”

#male reader #Daniel bruhl x male reader #hulmet zemo x male reader #baron zemo x male reader #baron zemo #tfatws #the peaky blinders #the peaky blinders x male reader #thomas shelby x male reader #thomas shelby x son reader #Thomas Shelby #cillian murphy x male reader #cillian murphy

[bibbawrites]

First Man - Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Request: NONE

Word Count: 1735 words 

Summary: the song First Man by Camila Cabello but make it about Charlie Gillespie

Warnings: i think theres one swear word and thats all ?

A/N: so i had originally written this for another fandom that i am no longer in but i decided to change it to charlie cause why not  this is literally just the song first man by camila cabello, so go listen to that if you dont know it haha  again i tried to make this gender neutral but i may have messed up at one point so if i did im very sorry  anyways hope you enjoy this little fluffy piece 

Tag List:  @happinessinthedarkesttimes​ @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals​ @bartok-the-bat @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik

Winter 2019

It was a mild Winter's afternoon in LA. You walked down the stairs of your family home, bag in hand, smiling when you spotted your family sitting around the table, a board game in the middle.

"Y/N! Come join us!" Your mum called when she spotted you enter the room. You shook your head.

"Maybe another time, sorry guys. I'm actually just heading out, I'm gonna stay with Charlie tonight... is that okay?" Your father sighed before nodding.

"When will we get to meet this Charlie boy that we hear so much about?" He asked, standing up to walk over to you. You shrugged.

"I'm not too sure, but it will be soon, I promise." You grinned. Your little sister looked up from the game board.

"What's he like Y/N?" She asked, looking at you intently. A soft smile appeared on your face at the thought of your boyfriend.

"He's really sweet. He's funny, just like you Dad. He’s not super tall but it doesn’t even matter. And he loves dragging me along on hikes." You paused.

"I really like him." You finished. Your dad frowned slightly, but hid it quickly.

"That's nice to hear darling. Don't forget a jacket, okay?" He told you. You looked at your father knowingly. He had been like this with every boy you’d ever brought home, not that you'd brought home tons of boys before.

"No it's okay, it’s not that cold outside today. Besides, he's waiting outside for me." You said, glancing down at your phone to see the text from Charlie.

'I'm here' it read. You looked back up again, noticing your father watching you. He stepped closer, pulling you into a hug.

"Don't freak out Dad, I'll be fine." You assured him. He squeezed you tightly.

"I just worry about you." You smiled, pulling away.

"I know, I get that. But I'm an adult now Dad. I got this."

"I know, I know." He sighed. By now the rest of the family had gone back to their game.

You patted your dad on the chest before turning to leave, stopping when your hand touched the doorknob. You turned back around to face your father.

"Just remember Dad, you were the first man that really loved me." And with that you turned back to the door and left, leaving your dad to smile sadly. His little baby was growing up.

 Summer 2020

It was Summer and you and Charlie had a few days off from work. You had decided to head back to LA together, to visit your family. After all, you had been dating for over a year and Charlie still hadn't met your family yet. The family that you spoke so highly of.

You touched down at LAX and made your way through security quickly.

"You ready?" You asked, holding tightly to Charlie's hand as you made your way to baggage claim, where you had organised to meet your parents.

"Honestly? I'm fucking petrified." Charlie responded, causing you to laugh.

"You'll be fine. Everyone loves you Char, and my family will be no different." You walked around the corner, spotting your Dad quickly.

"Dad!" You called, rushing over to hug your father. Charlie walked over slowly. You pulled away and grinned, glancing at Charlie.

"Dad, I'd like to meet my boyfriend, Charlie." You introduced. "Char, this is my dad, Sam."

Charlie held his hand out for your dad to shake.

"It's nice to officially meet you Mr Y/L/N. Can I call you Sam?" He smiled nervously. Your father looked him up and down before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Sir will do. Charlie, short for Charles I assume?" His glare was stone cold. Charlie swallowed, nodding.

"Yes sir, but I prefer Charlie." Your father nodded before turning his attention back to you.

"How long are you two here for?" He asked, ignoring Charlie, who moved to grab the both of your bags that were coming along the carousel.

"We have 8 days off, but we're only here for 4." You responded. Your dad nodded.

"Well I guess that's better than nothing. Come on let's go, your mother is waiting in the car outside. She didn't want to pay for parking so she's been driving around while I waited in here."

And with that the three of you headed outside to the car.

 Luckily for Charlie the rest of your family weren't as scary as your father was.

Your mother was lovely, and she had been very welcoming, even speaking to him in French when it was brought up that the two shared a common language.

Your brothers were really cool and invited him to join them to play video games whenever he wanted.

And your little sister, well, she adored the Canadian boy from the minute he walked through the front door.

And just like that Charlie’s first day at the Y/L/N house was over.

After sitting outside for hours with you and your parents, Charlie decided to head off to bed, and with a quick kiss for you and a murmured "goodnight" he was gone.

"So what do you think?" You asked once you knew that Charlie was well and truly inside.

"He's lovely darling." Your mother told you, smiling. You turned to your father.

"Dad?" You asked. Your father shrugged.

"He's not too bad, I guess." He admitted. You shook your head slightly. Of course your father would say that.

"I met his family you know? They're really nice, just like you guys." You told your parents.

"Oh, that's good sweetie." Your mum grinned.

"His parents are great, they're really down to earth. And his brothers and sister are really cool. Plus they love their hockey." You looked at your dad as you said the last part, knowing how big of a hockey fan he was. Your dad nodded in appreciation.

"That's good to hear. If they like hockey they must be good people." Your mother nodded in agreement with her husband. You fell into a comfortable silence for a few seconds.

"You know..." You began, breaking the silence. "I think he might be the one." Your mother put her hand up to her mouth, unable to hide her excitement.

"Oh Y/N, you really think so?" She asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, I really love him." You smiled.

"And he's a good man?" Your dad questioned, fixing his gaze on you. You nodded quickly.

"I swear on my heart. He loves me, and he'd never hurt me." You assured him.

"Good." He said, and with that the conversation was over, the topic changing to gossip about a family friend who's husband had cheated on her.

And later when you were heading off to bed you made sure to give your dad an extra big hug and remind him softly that he was the first man that really loved you.

 The four days passed quickly and before anyone knew it, it was time for you and Charlie to leave.

Your family gathered on the driveway, next to Charlie’s car that he had collected on your second day back. After a few hugs with your siblings Charlie moved to bid farewell to your parents. Your mother pulled him into a hug.

"It was lovely to meet you darling." She said softly, before pulling away.

"You too." He smiled. "It was lovely to meet all of you."

"Don't be a stranger Charlie." She said.

"Yeah come back all the time." Your little sister agreed. Charlie nodded.

"I'll make sure of it." He turned his attention to your father, holding out his hand for him to shake. Your father took it, shaking it firmly.

"Thank you for having me sir." Charlie smiled politely. Your father paused, before faking a smile.

"It was no problem." You exchanged a knowing look with your mother. You both knew that your father didn't think that Charlie deserved you.

After a few more goodbyes you and Charlie hopped into the car and left, waving to your family as you pulled out. You had barely made it to the end of the street before you grabbed Charlie's arm.

"Wait we need to go back." You said quickly.

"Why?" Charlie asked, but turned around nonetheless.

"I forgot to tell my dad something." He pulled up in front of the house and you jumped out quickly, rushing over to your father who was still outside. He looked at you in confusion.

"I forgot to say, remember you were the first man who really loved me." You smiled softly, and with one last hug you left again.

 Spring 2022

It was a beautiful Spring day in Hawaii. You and your father were stood together at the top of the beach, dressed to the nines, him in a fancy suit and you in your chosen wedding outfit.

It was almost time.

Time for you to walk down the aisle and marry the love of your life.

You looked over at your father, noticing his tie was slightly crooked. You took a step closer, and fixed the tie, watching as he tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall. You smiled softly at him.  

"You know, I've never seen you cry before." You whispered. Your dad smiled, a tear falling down his cheek.

"You just look so beautiful Y/N. No matter what, you'll always be my little baby." He responded, pulling you into a hug.

As you separated the music began to play, and he held his arm out for you to take.

"Here we go." You whispered, and the two of you began your walk down the beach to where Charlie was waiting, teary eyed, at the end of the aisle.

As you walked, your father found himself looking over at you, taking in the tears of happiness and the look of love that you were giving Charlie. Your dad smiled to himself, glad that you had finally found the perfect man for you.

You reached the end of the aisle and you pulled your father into a hug.

"Remember," You whispered. "You were the first man who really loved me." You pulled away, stepping back. Your dad hesitated for a second before stepping forward to pull Charlie into a hug.

"Take care of my little angel." He whispered. Charlie nodded.

"Of course Sir." They pulled apart and your dad smiled softly.

"You can call me Sam."

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #fluff #based on the song First Man by Camila Cabello #reader insert

[castiels-majestic-wings]

Clueless

Paring: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1216

Warnings: French kissing??

Posted: 30/01/2021

Based on this Ask

It had been months, you had dropped every hint you could to show you had liked him. You had used every ounce of your patience. He was blind to your flirting. So you did what anyone else would. Make him jealous. You thought of ways to do it, there was a party coming up. But that was too obvious. So you thought you would use your best friend instead. Walking to his door, you gave it a knock before hearing him on the other side.

"Come in" It was faint but you had heard it. Opening the door you smiled and made your way to sit on his bed. Bucky was at his desk writing a report for his latest mission.

"What do I owe the pleasure?" He placed his pen down, crossing his arms, giving you his full attention.

"I need a favour" His face dropped in confusion.

"Whats up doll?"

"I need you to flirt with me" He cocked his brow in your direction, puzzled by your request.

"I’m sorry can you run that by me again" He leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees.

"I mean when Loki is around." You knew he didn't like Loki, but he had heard you gush about him for months. He knew you weren't changing your mind. But he stayed silent, obviously opposed to the idea.

"Please Buck, if you do this I'll stop talking about him around you" This intruigued him, he never liked the so called God of Mischief. But being his best friend meant he would listen to whatever you had to sasy, whether he liked it or not. He pondered for a moment and knew he needed to get something out of this too.

“I’ll do it on one condition”

“Name your price, Barnes”

“Give me your friends number.” The cheeky smirk on his face showed his enjoyment. You had avoided giving him her number since she came to visit you, he had flirted with Meghan but you had intervened. You didnt exactly want two of your best friends dating, but you needed this favour, so you would risk it.

“Fine, but only if the flirting is succesful.” You crossed your arms to stand your ground on this one. Bucky wasnt getting Meghans number if you got nothing out of it.

“Loki is clueless, do you really think me flirting will finally get him to grow a pair.”

“I’m hope it does. But if it doesnt, I’m just gonna tell him straight up.”

“Getting bold are we?” He held a playful look on his face, teasing your determination.

“Shut it before I steal your arm and shove it up your ass”

~~~

Bucky had kept his end of the deal. Whenever you two were together, and he knew Loki was nearby. He would flirt with subtle touches, petnames, wrapping his arms around you. He did everything you had asked him too. Loki had walked out of the room multiple times, discomforted by the way you two were acting around each other. You knew it was working, but it pained you to see how hurt he was by your actions. So you decided to speak to him. You had found him in the library, which wasnt really surprising. He spent most of his time there when he wanted a quiet space. He was sat in the corner by the window, reading silently. You knew reading calmed him, you didnt want to interrupt him, but you had to speak to him. Slowly, you made your way to him, grabbing a book from the shelves in the process. You sat across from him, keeping silent, trying to find a way to start up a conversation. But Loki had beat you to it.

“You and Barnes seem closer now.” He kept his gaze on the book he held, turning a page as he spoke.

“I mean yeah, he’s my best friend Loki-”

“No I mean, are you- nevermind” His curiousness of your relationship gave you high hopes.

“We arent dating if thats what you’re asking”

“I wasn’t-”

“You really are stupid for a God”

“Excuse me?” He finally met your gaze, placing his book down.

“You really are dumb you know-” He got angry at you, for questioning the knowledge he thought you enjoyed. You always listened to his stories, but maybe he was wrong.

“I have extensive knowlage you couldn’t even dream of. I have had millenia to collect the knowledge I possess I-” He stopped, hearing the giggle escaping your throat.

“I never said that you weren’t smart and knowledgable. I just meant that you are so clueless” You took his silence as permission to continue.

“You really havent caught on to anything I've been trying to tell you, albeit silently. But most people would catch on by now.” He slammed his hands on the table, standing abruptly.

“Well I’m no Midgardian, I dont understand any silent conversations you said you had with me-” Raising your voice you finally confessed.

"Why are you so blind? Don't you know that I love you." Loki stayed silent, his face contorted into one filled with confusion, hope and fear. Noticing this, you stood up and walked around the table to stand in front of him.

“You dont have to return my feelings, I know how difficult life was for you in Asgard. I dont expect anything. But that whole thing with Bucky was to make you jealous. I noticed that it worked though” Loki scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I wasnt jealous” His reaction made you laugh before you placed a hand on his chest.

“Well, since it didnt work. I guess I have to find someone else~” As the teasing tone left your lips, he suddenly gained more confidence than he previously had. He backed you up against the shelves that were conveniently placed behind you. The force he used caused several books to fall to the floor. The mischievous smirk returned to his face.

“Well, since you went through the trouble, it would be rude of me not to accept your confession” Not letting him win you moved your body closer making sure your noses touched. He took that as consent as he placed his lips on yours, it started slow, and sweet. But in your confident state you deepened the kiss, letting your tongues intertwine, tasting every bit of his as you could. His hands moved to your waist as yours hooked around his neck, pulling him even closer. It felt like hours before you finally parted for oxygen. You kept hold of him, keeping his body close for a few seconds before you heard Bucky in the doorway.

“Told you! Sam you owe me 10 bucks!” Sam grabbed his wallet handing the note to his cyborg friend reluctantly.

“And you missy owe me a phone number” Rolling your eyes you separated from Loki, walking towards the exit. Taking a piece of paper out of your pocket you slapped it against Bucky’s chest letting him grab it before dropping your hands.

“You hurt her I swear to god I will do worse things than Hydra” You looked back to Loki gesturing him to follow.

“You coming?” Loki elegantly followed you to your room so you could finish what you had started.

#loki #loki odinson #mcu #loki lafeyson #mcu loki #loki x reader #jealous loki #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel mcu #marvel fic #cazza writes

[13thbaronzemo]

Baron Helmut Zemo/F!Reader

Rating E (Explicit)

Every day, at dinner time, you stumble over your feet on your way to serve the prisoners their meals. Well, there's only one prisoner you are in a hurry to serve: Baron Helmut Zemo.

He'd been brought to the Raft by the Dora Milaje of Wakanda themselves a fortnight ago and, ever since he greeted you with grateful eyes behind the bulletproof glass during his first dinner as a prisoner, you've been looking forward to seeing him again.

You weren't sure what to make of the man at first, the history and myths of him having reached your ears before he did. He has taken down the Earth's protectors through perseverance and planning alone. He had blue blood but still bled like the rest of the human race. Indeed, the baron was a fairy story you'd hear spoken of with fear, reverence, or both. While you had two more years to be stuck in here, you knew that the memories you were making with him would always stick with you. And, while he may be trapped behind bulletproof glass, you could never be able to escape Helmut Zemo's eyes.

Tonight was no different, or so you thought. As you rolled the trolley with a single tray still on it - his tray - towards its final destination. The food smelled good, but it always did. The baron did not only get his own separate, walled-off section to serve his sentence but his menu. He lived as luxuriously as a high-security prison would permit. Your mouth watered and your stomach fluttered at the thought of him letting you lick his fingers clean of the delicious treats. It was only a night ago that he had invited you to share his meal before and stuck his hand out through the narrow opening and fed you himself. You savored the treats, as the sounds he made as you suckled his skin.

"Good evening, Baron,” you greeted him trying not to sound too giddy. There were cameras and microphones everywhere safe for a few blind spots that you took advantage of to indulge in his touch and taste. Even so, you could never be too careful.

“Good evening, my dear,” he stood up, that signature smirk already spread across his face. “Always a sight for sore eyes,” he said to you once again, but you don’t believe you’d ever get tired of hearing it or seeing him devour you with his eyes before you even slide the dinner tray through the opening in the otherwise sealed door. “I see we have Turkish delight and cherry blossom tea for dessert tonight.” Then, taking the tray, he brushed his fingers against yours and winked.

Leaning against the glass on one side as he rested against the bars on the other, you listened to him talk about the latest show he caught on his retro radio. The tale of the French sailors lost at sea and forsaking their humanity was riveting. Yet again, he could’ve been describing the mind-numbing dishwashing you would be doing later for all you cared. You were sure that his deep, decadent voice would make it sound exciting.

While returning the tray with a handful of Turkish delights left for you to treat yourself with, he asked: “What time is it?” When you answered that it was nearly 7 PM, he wrapped both of his hands around your wrist and whispered: “Thank you for dinner, my dear.” Then, as his grip on you got tighter, you blinked and the blue of his uniform turned red.

There had been a security breach.

Monochrome emergency lights were turned on, the alarm blared and half your arm was pulled inside the cell when the opening closed down on it, bruising your flesh and causing you to scream like a siren.

“Look at me,” he started screaming himself. “Look at me, my dear.” And, when through welling eyes you did look up at him from where you keeled over in pain. “Open the door.”

“What? Why? How H-how did you do this?”

“If you don’t use your security card to open this door, none of us will be free of it,” the baron bellowed out, his hold on your hand not letting up and neither did the latch that landed on top of your arm.

With your free and trembling hand, you slapped the security card against the side of the door and felt him free you as it slid open. While you were on the floor nursing your injured arm by curling around it, he snatched the card from your fidgeting fingers before he helped you up. His strong, solid arms slipped under your knees and around your shoulders as he carried you down the corridor under tens of EXIT signs.

“I’m sorry for your arm, but it had to be done,” he panted as his pace got faster with each cell he passed. Through the blare of the alarms and the pulse of your pain, you heard the other inmates bang against their bulletproof glass. You couldn’t think straight, could barely make anything out except for the sound of his voice and the taste of your salty tears.

You asked him, sobbing: “W-why?”

He answered, wheezing: “Do you remember the countess that visited me the other day?”

“Val?”

“Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, yes. Wrap your good arm around my neck, please.” As you did so, he let go of you to use the card on a door and exit the corridor. “She said she had a ride waiting for me today at 7 PM and all I needed was to make it there on time.” Blinking your tears away and pushing down the hurt of betrayal and the pain he had caused, you looked up at him and saw the same hungry eyes under a dangerous red light. “They trained you to head to the emergency escape pods, but you’re as much of a prisoner here as I am, aren’t you?”

Picking up the pace again, Baron Zemo sounded more like the fairy tales you’ve heard of him as he talked about the plan he came up with to reach a pod and pilot it to the surface where the counties had an aircraft ready to pick him and the vessel up. He sounded more and more like the sinister man you’ve been warned not to warm up to. But, as he breathed heavily and brought you back on your feet, he asked you, his voice dark and deep: “When was the last time you’ve seen the surface world, my dear? You said you were coming up on your third year working here. Three whole years without the sun or the moon. Come with me and we’ll count all the stars you’ve missed out on.”

Your knees were weak as he whispered in your ear, his arms still wound around you as your good one hung off of his shoulder. Your heart was weaker as you whined that you did wish to see the sky again and all the colors of the sunset. Waiting two more years when escape was so close seemed impossible, so you let him pick you up again and carry you into the craft.

Using the security card, he ushered you inside. Noting that there was only room for one passenger, the pilot, he sat you on his lap, your spine against his sternum before he locked the two of you inside and prepared for launch.

Again, as you watched him secure both of you in the seat and steer the pod as if he’s done it a dozen times before, you thought that you were witnessing the myth that is Baron Zemo. Then, as you felt his hot breath in your ear, you were reminded that he was only a man. A man who hasn’t experienced skin-on-skin contact for a fortnight. After setting the coordinates for the nearest coast, you used your healthy arms to reach for the drinkable water every escape pod came with. It was getting hot in that cramped craft and it wasn’t just the lack of each oxygen for two individuals.

“It is getting hot in here,” he confirmed your suspicions while blowing more hot air against the side of your neck. “Mind if I take the shirt off?”

Of course, you didn’t mind, you were thinking of doing the same thing. It was that hot and the promise of his perspired skin sticking against yours was sweet. However, when he reached for the hem of your work shirt, you realized he never mentioned which one he would be taking off. When the tips of his fingers traced your bare skin as he scrunched up your shirt, you sighed and arched your back against his spine. He was slow and careful with the sleeve of your injured arm and, after setting your shirt on the board of the ship, you felt his lips latched onto the back of your hand. “I truly am sorry for trapping you with me.”

“It’s like you said, baron. I was already trapped.”

The baron brought his lips to the back of your hand again for an even hotter kiss. “You’ve set us both free.” Letting his hand go, he reached for the shoulder and the bra strap there. “Now, I can finally see you and not just through a wall of glass.” Sliding it off, he let his lips linger there and both his hands slid the cups down and let your breasts spill out. He hurried to push them up with the palm of his hands and twist the tender tips between his fingers. “I can finally feel you.”

While the pinching of your nipples was almost painful, the sounds you made spoke of the pleasure that spread through you. You pushed against his palm and moaned as he manhandled you, squeezing down on the sensitive flesh and biting down at your tender throat. You couldn’t see the hunger in his eyes anymore, but you knew that he was famished.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” he sighed against the shell of your ear, smoothing his hands down your stomach. “I’ve stayed awake just think about this, about how you’d taste.” One hand, he pushed into your pants while the other he pressed against your lips. “About how sweet your saliva tastes after you drooled all over my fingers.” Then, sinking his fingers between both sets of wet and hungry lips he said: “I’ve dreamt of nothing but how sweet your pussy would taste coming all over my fingers.”

You sucked him in, both sets of fingers in both holes. Your mouth was watering and your cunt was slippery as he slid inside. It was almost as if you'd also been dreaming about this. He took note of this, your trepidation, and snickered: “Have you been touching yourself to the thought of this, of me taking you like this?” As your cunt contracted and your mouth moaned around him, he groaned, and his entrapped erection grew under you. “You have, haven’t you? I’ll tell you a secret,” he bit down your lobe before licking it better. “I’ve been touching myself, too.”

Before he breathed another dirty secret into your ear, you fucking yourself against his fingers and slobbering all over his other fingers. “Touch me,” you pleaded when he pulled them out of your mouth.

“I’ll do more than touch you, my dear,” the baron brought both of his hands to your pants and pushed them down far enough for you to slide them off all the way using your feet. Then, as he spread your thigh wide and bent your knees against the board, his fingers fidgeted with his fly. “I’m going to fuck you like we’ve always dreamed.”

Wet and wanting, you widened the gap between your thighs to allow him to cram his thick and throbbing cock inside you. You stopped breathing when he lifted you off his lap and guided his girth inside, then letting you sit back down as he slid home. Your lungs hurt when you heaved, finally full of him. With his chest rumbling against your back and his mouth moving against your throat, he grunted: “My sweet girl.”

“Baron-”

“You’re just as tasty as I thought you'd be and even tighter,” he muffled his words against your sweaty skin as he lifted you again and let you slide back down again, lubricating his dick and stimulating your sensitive inner walls. “You’re so tight, you’re never letting me go are you?” He chuckled, his voice the deepest it's ever been. “I’m not letting you go either. Such a sweet little pussy. Once we reach the surface, once the countess finds us, I’m going to make her fly us into the horizon.”

“Oh, Baron.”

“My dear sweet girl, I’m never letting you go!”

#Baron Zemo #Helmut Zemo #Marvel #Baron Zemo x Reader #Baron Zemo x You #Helmut Zemo x Reader #Helmut Zemo x You #TFatWS

[moonctzeny]

Cygnus

pairing: royal!ten  x fem!reader x villain!doyoung

genre: angst, smutty elements but not anything too much

word count: 4,8k

warnings: ‘forced’ marriage, mentions of death, blood, stabbing (not too descriptive I promise), manipulation

summary: “When your father, the king, gets brutally assasinated in his royal quarters, you realise how big of a threat the opposing Indigo kingdom really is. In order to further protect both your kingdoms, prince Ten proposes a unification by proposing to you. Amidst your duty as his queen and your inappropriate meetups with your royal advisor, Doyoung, you’re not sure where your heart really belongs”

a/n: This fic has a lot of referencing of the past. Just to clarify: if a part is written in the past tense and is inside the separators, it’s y/n recounting past events

requested by/written for my dear French Anon ❤️❤️ I hope you like it 🥰

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The starry night spreads like a veil over the kingdom. Your kingdom, ever since your head was adorned with a veil of your own. The moonlight, pale and bright, illuminates all the stories of the night. From the mothers that kiss their children goodnight, praying that the impending war doesn’t find them in their adolescence, to the whispering silhouettes of the King’s traitors, plotting with the opposing kingdom to overrule his reign.

Like the weeping willows of your royal garden, you sit alone in the dance hall’s balcony, gazing at the sky’s unknown that always felt so comfortable to you. How dull and drab you must look, even in the ornate gown you were in, amidst all the decorations and joyous music of your wedding’s one year anniversary. Maids, peasants, guards- they all congratulated you on your happy marriage, wishing the queen a long life of prosperity. Even Sirius, the prettiest diamond in the sky, seemed to shine like a spotlight for tonight’s celebration.

“y/n? It’s time for our royal dance.”

You recognized the silky voice to be that of the King’s, your longest companion other than the stars. In spite of all of your misery, Ten, the man you swore to hold in weakness and in health, till death do you part, was someone you valued deeply.

You first met the prince in your early teens, travelling to his neighboring kingdom with your father. He was still a young boy, bothered with the blemishes on his face and excited to play with the snow covering the windowsills of his room. The only person who could relate with the insecurities and troubles of an heir like yourself.

“Why are the peasants hungry while we throw away most of our food?”

"Why does the Indigo kingdom want to declare war on us when we both have enough wealth to live on?"

 "Do you think that when we grow up, we will become just like our parents?"

The prince was thoughtful and gentle, a pacifist in the wrong position. Talented in the arts, in dance, in anything that is as beautiful as he is.  

His beloved subjects do not know it, but the nickname Ten, was given to him by you. 

It was probably the third time you met the prince, excited to spend time with your only friend just a day before your 15th birthday. He had been bugging you over what you wanted from him as a present, the beautiful jewelry and dresses his father gifted you seeming too impersonal to him. You shook off his offers, insisting that him being there with you, in your castle’s terrace, was more than enough. 

You were gazing at your beloved stars and he was gazing at you, rambling on and on about the celestial objects in the sky.

“And what star is this?”, he asked curiously, eyes reflecting the constellations and sparkling in the night. Chittaphon, unlike the countless teachers insisting astronomy for a princess was useless, was endlessly entertained by your knowledge and always thirsty to learn more. His finger was pointing at Deneb, one of the brightest stars of the night sky.

“This star is part of a greater ten-star constellation, Cygnus”

“Cygnus?”

“It means swan in greek”, you explained and he squinted his eyes cutely, trying to find the resemblance to the bird.

“According to greek mythology, Phaethon, the son of Helios the sun god, demanded to ride his father’s sun chariot for a day. Unfortunately, he 

was unable to control the reins, forcing Zeus to destroy the chariot with a thunderbolt, with Phaethon drowning in the river Eridanus where it fell. Phaethon's lover, Cygnus, dived into the river for days on end to collect Phaethon's bones, in order to give him a proper burial. The gods were so touched by Cygnus's devotion and deep grief, that they turned him into a swan and placed him among the stars.”

Chittaphon, intrigued by the story, stopped plucking out the roots of the grass you were sitting on, and decided to lay his head comfortably on your lap. His hair looked so pretty that you couldn’t help but run your fingers through its softness, the intimacy making your heart skip a beat.

“That is my greatest fear”

You were so lost in your contentment that you’d almost miss his whispered confession. Placing your hands on his cheeks carefully, you turn his face so that he looks at you, and it takes everything in you not to lean down and kiss his pout away.

“Hm?”

“What if, when I finally take the reins of my father’s kingdom, I end up ‘drowning’ as well? What if I’m too weak to control them and someone stronger than me decides to destroy me?”

With a sigh, you look back up to the sky. As an only child and therefore sole heiress, the worry of leading a kingdom was the main cause of your night scares as well. You were just teenagers, still figuring out yourselves, but Chittaphon wasn’t some ditzy child. He didn’t care about the lushes and gold, he wasn’t power hungry. His idealism and ethos were admirable, and you felt safe knowing that when the time comes, he would be your ally.

“You’ll make a great king one day”

He smiles up at you, his happiness lighting up the night sky. He always shone the brightest.

“You really mean that?”

“I do. And if you don’t, I promise to collect your bones and bury you properly”

He laughed heartily at your joke, and you continued to braid his locks, counting the freckles on his face until your heartbeats synced with the other.

You just laid there, thinking the prince had fallen asleep in your arms, when he spoke again.

“I don’t know how, but one day I’ll gift you those ten stars. And it will be the best birthday present you’ll ever receive”

That’s how you got through adolescence, holding on to Ten’s promise, and dreaming of whatever life might offer you. And life seemed to be gentle on you, up until a couple of years ago. Up until the incident.

Ten takes your hand in his, rubbing your knuckles tenderly with his thumb, and leads you to the dance hall. The skin is scabbed and rough from you compulsively scrubbing it every time you take a bath. You’d watch the water endlessly run through your fingers, yet no amount of soap could flush the memory of the deep red of your father’s blood staining them.

It was a Friday like any other, a walk in the royal gardens at 6 and then your waltz dance class at 7. You replayed the new choreography over and over in your head, drunk in your instructor’s praises and wanting to show off. Skipping the steps of the stairwell leading up to the king’s room, you wish you had taken a jacket with you. Goosebumps started appearing on your arms, both from the cool night breeze and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Your father was the reason you started waltz lessons. “One day you’re going to marry a man to queendom and you’ll better be able to keep up with me on our father-daughter dance”. You’d just giggle and tell him you had plenty of time till that day, you were just stepping on your twenties, no reason to step on a dancefloor too! But alas, one dance recital from Ten and your father was sold on the idea of getting you to take some lessons. You chuckled to yourself. Come to think of it, your father just really loved Ten.

You reach the heavy door of his suite, opened by just a slice. While there was light coming from the room, illuminating the hallway you were standing at, there was no one guarding it. You found it a little strange that the guard’s huge frame didn’t block your way from your father like he like always did, yet you were happy. Your father always acted colder to you around him.

“Dad, dad, look what I learned toda-“

The sight of his cold, lifeless body brought you to your knees. The cause of death was obvious, with the dagger shoved deep inside his guts, but if you asked anyone in the kingdom, they’d tell you he died from a bad heart. He loved heavy food, and alcohol, the meals suited to a king. No one other than a select few could know that the king was assassinated in his own bedroom.

But that was not your only secret.

You don’t know how, but Ten has managed to finally drag you in the middle of the dance hall. Your shoes clack against the marbled floors and the music brings you momentarily back to the now that you want to escape so badly. The music sounds familiar, you think, and you stay still for a second, trying to identify the song.

Your king brings you closer, one hand steady on your waist, the other keeping your fingers intertwined. He hums to the tune and looks at you with those eyes, those dark eyes that always hold a certain sadness in them. And when he starts to lead, it finally hits you that this is the song you got engaged to.

It was Ten’s idea, actually. With the rumours of a murder travelling to the neighboring kingdoms, including the Indigo kingdom making statements of invasive strategies against you, a form of alliance was clearly needed to be made. 

He showed up to the royal conference room, all dressed up and holding a bouquet of red roses. You could hear his heart thumping as he approached you, his hands sweaty and clammy when he held yours.

“My queen, there is no denying our kingdoms are in a crisis”. His familiar voice was comforting to you, yet the words seemed too formal to be leaving Ten’s mouth. “The Indigo kingdom has indirectly declared war on you. They are powerful, especially with the weapons they possess. And their men are notorious to be ruthless and as cold as ice.”

You gulped visibly, your mouth getting dry at the thought of your people getting as violently killed as your father. Looking at any place possible other than his eyes, you wondered why he took the time to pay you a visit, just to point out the things that you were already more than worried about.

“My kingdom has great soldiers, skilled and apt in martial arts, yet they miss one thing, one thing that your peaceful kingdom can offer mine. Your servants love you, my queen, and they are willing to do anything for you”. He stops and takes a breath, handing you the bouquet he had been holding in his other hand. “I know I would”

The sweet scent that hits your nose matches his sentiment, yet the glossiness in his eyes -that you finally picked up the courage to face- told you things would get bitter soon.

“Are you suggesting we form an alliance for the war? Our kingdoms might be on good terms now, yet our predecessors used to be enemies for hundreds of years. There is still a lot of mistrust weaved in the hearts of the people.”

“I know”, he said, his voice breaking lightly. A thorn from the bouquet pricked your skin as you saw him fall down on one knee, a drop of blood falling from your finger as a teardrop stained your face. “That’s why I am asking for your hand in marriage. Let our kingdoms become one”

You were the one who said ‘I do’, yet the decision was already taken for you. Your whole life, in fact, was painted right in front of your eyes, hues of marsala reds and hunter greens. Hues like the ones Ten put on his palette almost every night before you go to sleep.

You and Ten had never slept together. He insisted that it was never his intention when marrying you, and he’d completely respect your boundaries. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t had a thought of laying with him, as you helped him remove the drying paint off his fingers every night. You couldn’t ignore the twitch of your sensitivity as he saw you changing into your silk robe and nightgown, nor the heat of your face when he called you beautiful. His pretty voice was made for begging and teasing and singing out moans. With his flexibility and core strength, you could only imagine what he’d be like in the bedroom. Just the image of his feline eyes looking up at you from between your thighs sent chills down your spine.

That being said, you always felt a bit annoyed by his chivalry as he slipped through to the guest room to spend the night. Through his proposal, he had ridden you of the chance to choose your other half, doomed you to endless nights of loneliness and a cold half of the bed. He should’ve at least taken responsibility.

Not even the guards could know that the two of you didn’t share a bed, the alliance holding on the thin thread of facade you played out for everyone. Sweet kisses in the breakfast room, fake smiles and the silent mourning of your freedom. But that wasn’t your only secret.

You see a hand tapping lightly the velvet shoulderpads of the King’s suit, causing you to halt your dancing. A man, about half a head taller than Ten, successfully steals his attention from you.

“My king, may I steal the lovely queen for a dance?”

Kim Doyoung.

Tall, nice-mannered, lethally handsome. Your father’s trustiest advisor ever since he turned 18 and one of the most respected men in the castle. If the king is the jungle’s lion, then Doyoung surely is a jaguar, attacking his enemies unexpectedly, emerging from their blind spot. He is also your secret.

Kim was the one who found you crying over your fathers body, notifying the knights of the murder since you had no voice to scream for help. He offered you a shoulder to lean on during your grief, while helping you manage the kingdom in your inexperience. It was inevitable to come closer to the man you spent countless hours with at the royal meetings, who you wined and dined with daily, who led you through your duties and made everything make a little bit more sense.

The attraction you felt for him however, well, that was on you. 

It started one night, warm like this one, when the diplomatic settlements with a new kingdom took way too long to figure out, and the pair of you were stuck in his personal office at the early hours of the morning. 

Your hair was a frizzy mess, eyebags darkening the thin skin of your under eyes and all you could focus on was the ink slowly spilling from the metal tip of your pen. And Doyoung, though hardworking and diligent as always, showed the signs of exhaustion as well, stretching his neck from side to side to release the tension.

A crack from his joints grabbed your attention, or rather his skin that was glowing in the limelight. 

He was wearing a beautiful silk shirt, the fabric matching his rich stature and highlighting the delicate lines of his body. His collarbones, sharp like him, peeked from the buttons he had been unfastening, one by one, all the while keeping his eyes on yours.

Your mind wandered under his stare that did nothing short of stealing all oxygen from your lungs. Every slither of your bare skin that landed on it was starting to burn up, and you assumed that’s what his touch must feel like as well. You imagined unbuttoning the rest of his shirt yourself, giving his shoulders a little massage to help him relax. You’d run your hands down this torso, marking it lightly with your fingernails, until you felt that little line of hair right over his pelvis.

The thought is too sinful, so you return to the document in front of you, yet all of your concentration dissolves when the advisor suddenly places the back of his hand against your forehead. His touch is cool and refreshing against your hot skin, yet the proximity only raised the temperature of your body more.

“My queen, you look exhausted. Have you been sleeping properly since the… incident?”

You wince at the memory and shove it down your subconscious again, shaking your head as if the dark thoughts would just brush off of you.

“Not really. I keep tossing and turning. I lay on my bed and I just feel so- so lonely.”

Immediately realising how suggestive your words sound you put your hand over your lips, but Doyoung removes them, taking your raised hand in his and kissing the top.

“My duty as your advisor is to rid you of your worries, my queen. Apparently, I’m not doing a good job, so tell me”. You let your eyes fall on his plush lips, holding your breath as his sweet talk leaves them. He mouths the next words against your wrist, and you can feel every movement of his mouth against your sensitive skin. “What can I do to relieve your stress?”

You can’t stop staring at the smoothness of the junction of his neck so you leave a light layer of your lipstick on it, the pink hue against his pale skin reeling you back to reality.

“Advisor, this is not right”, you try to excuse, “I cannot allow myself to take advantage of your duties like that”

Your eyes stay glued on his neck, and you watch as his Adam’s apple bobs in a chuckle. He guides your hand, that is still in his grasp, and boldy places it over his thigh, your pinky finger grazing against a hardness that is most definitely his-

“Can’t you see what you do to me? What does a man have to do to be yours for the night?”

And that’s how he ended up tangled in your sheets every night, sneaking in your room silently so that the guards don’t notice him. 

“It’s been one year, huh?”

You smell the citrusy after notes of wine in his breath, his lips slightly stained by the liquid. He looks just as addictive as the alcohol he consumed tonight, covered in the silk fabric that he loves so much.

“Have you been drinking again?”

“What else am I supposed to do when I see my queen dancing with that bastard?”

“That bastard is your king, yet you talk so lowly of him”

“And that king is your husband, but you were moaning my name on your wedding night”

You had changed into a white nightgown, the ivory dress discarded on your bathroom’s floor. The beads that were delicately weaved into the wedding gown sure were heavy, but that was not the reason you felt so suffocated in it. You had to sit there for hours, resenting everyone who made a toast for the husband and wife. The celebrations seemed endless, the wine abundant, their laughs maniacal. Your wedding ceremony was the image of luxury and opulence, yet you felt so poor.

Your feet led you to his room on their own, swollen and cut from all the dancing in heels. When Doyoung saw you, angry and choked up with all the injustice you felt, he offered to do what he was the best at. Distract you with his touches, his wet kisses, his sweet nothings. 

A pang of guilt ran through you the moment your back hit the wall, his body trapping you between the cold surface and the overwhelming heat of his body. You wondered if Ten was still sleeping in your newlyweds’ suite, if he was pretending that he dozed off, what he was thinking. You knew you were selfish for only thinking about your feelings, as if you were the only one forced into this marriage. But then Doyoung’s fingers danced on the hem of your dress, and your mind would go blank with lust.

“This is wrong”, you said out loud, a statement directed mostly at yourself rather than Doyoung.

“You coming here?”

“This. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to come this close to you”

“Divorce him”

You blinked back at him a couple times, trying to register what came so nonchalantly out of his mouth.

“Out of all people, advisor, you know exactly why I can’t”

His hand slid upwards, following the heat of your core, yet his fingers never touched where you needed him most. Small indentations were formed on the softness of your thighs, caused by his rings, and you wished the marks would stay forever. The shirt he wore as his sleepwear was oversized on his small frame, the iris tattooed on his shoulder peeking out from the fabric, as if it flowered on his skin.

“Out of all people, my queen, you know I can give you so much more than him”

As if knowing you’d argue with him, he started to nibble the skin on the middle of your neck, forcing your voice to bubble out muffled and weary.

“But advisor-“

“Say my name”

He let the pad of his finger fick your clit, and you moan “Doyoung” out, the name addictive on the tip of your tongue. So you say it again.

“Doyoung, I need you”

You felt his grin clearly against your skin, you wetness dripping on his fingers and covering his rings. His next words came out with a gravelly sound:

“I might hurt you, my queen”

Your whole life was laid out in front of you, from the wedding ring that weighted down your finger, to you laying on your royal deathbed, looking back at a lifetime that was never really yours. A linear progression to unhappiness, but you hated straight lines. 

“I want it to hurt”

Doyoung brings your body closer to yours, perhaps way closer than the etiquette allows, his hand on your lower waist sliding as near to your ass so as not to raise suspicion. He dips his head forward in a way that makes you think he’d leave a tipsy and careless kiss on your lips, but he whispers in your ear instead.

“Why haven’t you left him already?” The question is bold, especially between all these people, especially in the celebration of the wedding he asks you to break off. “I thought you said you’re mine”

“I am, but-“, your head moves towards the king’s direction, whose eyes are boring holes through the pair of you. You feel so small under his stare, suddenly feeling dirty. 

“He doesn’t even love you” 

There is a weird feeling bubbling in your stomach when you finally make eye contact with Ten, all his forms in which you’ve seen him through the years running in your mind. The innocent boy who became your best friend, the uncertain teenager who became your first love. The empathetic king, the mourning friend. The dependable spouse.

“But you do”, Doyoung concludes incredulously, his right eyebrow raised. It’s as if he tied together the pieces of a big jigsaw puzzle, the disappointment and anger and determination all trying to fit in his handsome features.

A hand draws your body away from Doyoung quite aggressively, and you quickly realise it’s Ten who has caught up with you. He intertwines your fingers together, pulling you into your previous dancing position but something is different this time.

“Times up. My wife’s too precious of a gem to let go of for longer”

Doyoung scoffs lightly, but hides it with a small bow to his king, leaving the two of you alone like he was asked. The tension between you and Ten is so thick it felt like all the lies you’ve told your kingdoms liquified into a thick substance that’s suffocating you now. His fingers are digging in your hips, in a possessive manner that’s a first for him, and he takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Do you ever think of me when you’re having sex with him?” 

The question catches you so off guard that you ungraciously step on his feet, wobbling on your heels until he helps you find your balance. 

“Why would you ask that?”

Now, you weren’t trying to play clueless, you know Ten is smart. You see the way he studies you and Doyoung, how he catches your secret glances, the electric touches. He surely has figured out where you sneak off every night and whose cologne you reek off the next morning. What you don’t understand, is where all his dislike for your advisor stems from.

Ten just chuckles bitterly, letting a puff through his nose, with a face of almost disgust when he looks at you.

“I don’t understand why I feel this way. I don’t understand why I care about you when you’re plotting with him against me. Why I feel jealous every time I see his filthy hands on you, or why I still think you deserve better.”

Plotting against him?

You’re left with a mouth gaped open, his harsh words both hurting you and confusing you as his voice gets even more strict than before.

“I thought maybe if I asked you to marry me you’d slowly distance yourself from him. I thought that maybe, just maybe, you reciprocate a handful of all the things I feel for you. But you still stay by his side, hanging from his every word”, he says it all in one breath and his eyes are watery when he addresses you again. “How can you sleep soundly next to me when you’re fucking the man that killed your father?”

A buzzing sound rings in your ears and you realise that you’re one breath away from falling apart.

And just like that, everything makes sense.

Why Doyoung was the first to find your father’s body, why the assasination seemed like an inside job. His sudden romantic interest in you and his pleas to have him as your king instead.

The indigo flower that decorated his body.

Ten shakes you a little, worried now at your sudden stiffness and the loss of blood from your face. He didn’t expect this reaction from you, didn’t expect to see your body shake with anger like this. You seem even more shocked than he was when he found out about Doyoung’s true nature, but, aren’t you the advisor’s accomplice in the plot of his overruling? 

“Wait, all this time- you didn’t know?”

Ten’s eyes widen as his body jerks forward, and you barely manage to catch him in your arms. A woman’s shriek resonates in the dance hall; the musicians halt their playing with a scratchy sound of the strings that stretch out of tune. And then you see the blood, staining the marble floor under Ten in small drops. You also see Doyoung emerging from behind him, with a maniacal look on his face, and a dagger in his hands. 

All hell breaks loose. The unarmed guests scream in fear, urging outside the dance hall in flocks. Glasses of wine shatter on the floor, women leave their heels behind in their hastiness to save themselves. You see the knights running in your direction, creating a shield of protection for you and the king, yet you notice that not all of them have gathered around you. A good part of them stand next to Doyoung, his face distorted in a mischievous grin. The extent of the betrayal in your kingdom shocks you, but when the first knight launches forward with his sword, you know you need to get Ten out of there immediately.

Throwing Ten’s arm over your shoulder, you drag him with difficulty all the way to the balcony, desperately trying to mute out the shrill sound of swords clashing in the process. You manage to bring him to safety, laying him down carefully in the same spot he found you in before, his head on your lap. After unbuttoning his shirt, you inspect the stab under his ribcage, and you swallow a scream at the sight of the deep wound. The most you can do is rip a big piece of cloth from your skirt, tying it up tightly around his waist, and wait until the fight is over. 

You see clear drops falling on his face that is turning sickly pale and you realise you’re crying. Holding his face between your hands, you get reminded of those days you went starseeing, of those moments of absolute peace with him that you wished would last forever. His body is cold and the cloth is turning burgundy, but he has the most tranquil smile on his face as he looks up at you. 

“Stay with me, please”, you sob over his rigid body, hugging it tightly as if his existence will just slip right through your fingers. “Live with me, and I’ll gift you all the stars in the sky”

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