#i gave him legs for the special occasion that is wearing a suit but it came at the cost of his antennae forks fuckin dying

[mad-hearts]

god help me

#iterator logs #distant frontier #rain world #rain world downpour #rw downpour #guys listen ok. Would. I'M JUST SAYIN #i gave him legs for the special occasion that is wearing a suit but it came at the cost of his antennae forks fuckin dying

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Waiting^

sorry this is shit, i am just sad and wrote this. the ending sucks, I know. might do a part 2

. . .

You were excited. Excited was a small word to describe what you were feeling. Thrilled, maybe? 

Today was you and Harry’s 6 month anniversary. And it’s not as big as it sounds, but it was for you. It was the longest relationship you’d been in, without getting your heart broken or thrown away. 

You were excited, and so was Harry. He woke you up with his raspy voice, and an overload of kisses, that made your cheeks turn red from the utter adoration you felt for him in that moment. You couldn’t believe your surroundings at that moment. Being so much in love, it almost hurt.

You both cuddled, till one of you had to break away so that you both could leave for work, or you would have ended up lying there till the afternoon or so.

He had a few interviews today, which he promised to finish up early, so that he could be there at the dot, pulling out the chair for you on your reserved table. At 8 pm.

And now, as you glanced at your phone for what felt like the hundredth time that night. 8:46 pm. No sign of Harry. No call, or even a text.

You felt sad, almost pathetic sitting there and waiting for him. He forgot. Of course he did. He was so busy even when on a break, and had a million things to attend to. A stupid 6-month anniversary dinner was not worth his time.

The waiter gave you an apologetic look as he asked you if you were still waiting or were going to order.

“I think I’ll leave. Thank you.”

You picked up your belongings, your phone and purse, and headed out into the chill air outside. You walked to your car, trying to hold your tears in, atleast till you were inside and had the windows pulled up.

He could’ve just said that he wouldn’t be able to make it, when you had first asked him. Could’ve just said no, instead of standing you up and making you suffer.  That would have hurt less.

The tears escaped from the chokehold you’d held them in, flowing through your makeup, and on your red dress, which you had brought specially for this occasion. You had saved up for a few months so you could buy an expensive one, to at least try and curb the difference of him wearing a thousand-dollar suit.

But, it all went down the drain.

You started driving, wiping off the never-stopping tears so you could focus on the road. As you reached the intersection, instead of turning for the road to your shared home, you turned for your old apartment.

It had grown old, and Harry had suggested that you move in somewhere else. You were packing up to do that, and then he asked you to move in with him. You happily agreed.

Maybe that was the issue. You were a pushover, or just an easy game in general. That was why nobody could stand you for even three months. 

Turning and parking into the parking complex, you searched for the keys and went upstairs. Opening the door with a bit of effort, you made your way in. It had gotten dirty, but was enough to atleast spend the night in. You would move somewhere else tomorrow.

Making your way to the bedroom, you didn’t even bother turning on the lights. Removing the expensive dress and leaving it on the floor, you jumped on the bed, pulling the sheets to cover yourself. 

Your crying had stopped, but you couldn’t stop the repulsive and self-loathing thoughts filling your head. He didn’t forget anything, till today. He even remembered the smallest of the small details, even your college grades. How could he forget this?

Was he done? And he didn’t want anything more to with you anymore? Maybe it was all your  fault. You were so talkative and expressive of everything you felt. He got tired and needed breaks. But your stupid self just couldn’t understand, could it?

You weren’t perfect too. You didn’t have a skinny body or long legs like the models he had dated. Didn’t have that beauty, or that money. But, you worked hard and made enough to take care of yourself without depending on your parents or him. Wasn’t that enough? 

Maybe that wasn’t for him. Maybe he wanted all he had before, before you. Maybe he wanted to try a mediocre girl before going back to the ones he really wanted to be with. Maybe you were just a rebound for him. 

It took a while for you to focus on the sound ringing thoughout your room. It was your phone. A call from Harry.

“Hello”

“Hi” your voice sounded raspy, your throat swollen from all the crying.

“Love, I know I’m super late and I’m really fucking sorry. I just went for a few drinks with the guys and lost track of time. Are you near the restaurant? I’m halfway there-”

“You couldn’t call? Or even text?”

“Sorry. I’m really fucking sorry, it’s just, tha’ I-I completely forgot.” He was swearing a lot, something he did when he was drunk.

“You forgot? After I had been telling you for almost a month. I reminded you in the morning? And why are you driving after drinking? Are you insane?”

“Look, I’m really sorry. I know I messed up. Are you still near the place?”

“No, Harry! I’m not. It’s almost 10 now. The reservation was for 8 pm. And stop talking on the phone while drunk driving. Someone else couldn’t have dropped you?”

“Everyone was drunk, and I left without telling them. Will you just tell me where you are?”

“No, I won’t. Just turn around and go home. It’s just 5 minutes away. Don’t bother about me.”

“What? Why? Look, the signal is on. Just tell me. I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Go home!”

“Why are you bein so mean?”

“Bye, Harry”

. . .

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[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Free day

Azriel's week: Day 7

Hosted by: @azrielappreciationweek

Word count: 1000+

Even though the future plans Azriel shared with you the day that the bond snapped for you, were only well-meant tease, everything happened just as he said. On the fifth dated you admitted you were ready to accept the bond and your mate didn't waste another second and asked you to move in together.

But what was supposed to be just moving things from one room to another, became big moving from one house to another. You didn't expect that and at first felt very insecure. However it took just few sweet smiles, soft touches and reassuring words to make your nervousness melt away.

While Azriel was waiting for you to accept the bond, he bought for two of you a beautiful spacious house with large garden, so "the children would have enough space to play," he said.

You couldn't believe your eyes when he took you there and showed you around. Standing in the middle of unfurnished future living room you cried for good hour to his broad chest. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you and you felt so grateful you couldn't find appropriate words to express it. So instead you sent all your feelings down the bond and in return received a wave of love about the force of a tsunami that made your legs wobble.

Today it was exactly one year since you moved to this love nest that became home for both of you.

You returned home later than you wanted because of new research you were doing. As interesting as the topic was, it was hard to obtain any valuable information about it. It was so upsetting.

You kicked your shoes off as soon as you stepped in and tired staggered down the hall toward kitchen. Seeing the state of kitchen, you halted on threshold and had to lean for support against the frame.

Every possible surface was covered in deep red roses, its petals covering entire floor except of a narrow path to the set table. Your heart made a flip when you saw everything Azriel had prepared. He took out the set you bought for special occasions and prepared amazing dinner with several courses, all looking and smelling delicious.

Your lips widened in loving smile and tears welled up in your eyes. Some of them ran down your cheeks as you turned around toward the soft sound of steps.

Azriel was coming down the stairs in his tailored suit, looking exactly as the night when the bond snapped for you. You watched him, unable to say a single word, until he stopped in front of you. You stepped closer and hugged him. His hands wrapped around your waist and with soft smile he leaned down resting his head in crook of your neck.

"What is this all about?" you whispered to his ear, even though you already knew. He inhaled your smell deeply.

"It's supposed to be surprise," he mumbled into the skin of your neck. "Now go upstairs. Something's waiting there for you."

"Okay," you giggled and gently broke out of his arms.

"Take your time," he called after you while watching you go up the stairs.

When you entered the bedroom you found a big box and bouquet of deep red roses on the bed. I love you. Wear this and come downstairs was written on the note that was attached to the box. Smiling you put roses in a vase.

After day in library with dusty books you felt dirty. In need of quick shower you went to the bathroom and only then you returned to the box and opened it. Inside was the dark blue satin gown, the one Azriel gave you for the 'first' date. It brought out a lot of beautiful memories. So much had changed since you wore it for the first time. If someone had told you back then what would happen in a year, you wouldn't have believed them.

Azriel was waiting for you in the hall. When he heard your steps on the stairs he looked up. His face lit up as hazel eyes traveled down your body admiringly. A wide smile with lovely dimples that he showed only to you, spread across his face, eyes shined with happiness. The amount of love he sent down the bond made your heart skip a beat.

He offered you hand. "You are so beautiful, love," your mate hummed kissing the sensitive place under ear. "This way, please." He led you to the table and held chair for you. You were smiling at him while Azriel walked around the table and sat down across from you.

You had always wondered how it's possible that such handsome man belonged to you. Now when you saw his face and shiny eyes in the candlelight, you felt like falling for him once again.

"This is wonderful," you whispered.

"Wait until you try the meal," he grinned wide. In that moment shadows brought in first course. Azriel was amazing cook and you liked everything he prepared. Today was no different. Surprisingly it was even more delicious than usual. When the shadows finally brought the last course, your favourite tiramisu, you were full.

"This was the best meal I've ever eaten," you admitted sipping from your glass of wine.

"I'm happy to hear that. But we aren't done yet," he stood up. Without breaking eye contact he came to you and got down on one knee. He took your hand into his big one, small box with simple ring with sapphire heart in its centre appeared on the palm of other hand.

"Y/N, my precious mate," he said in that deep voice that made your heart beat faster and toes curl. "You are my sun, my moon, my stars, the light of my life. You are the one I've been waiting for my whole life. Having you by my side is what completes me. I can't imagine my life without you in it. I want to connect with you in every possible way and I promise to love you, cherish you and protect you until my last breath. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes, forever yes" you sobbed, tears of happiness ran down your face. It was the most romantic thing he had ever told you. Without waiting, you threw yourself into his arms and he held you firmly.

"Mother, thank you for this gift you gave me," Azriel breathed out and pressing lips to yours he kissed you like he was drowning and you were air.

#azrielappreciationweek2023 #azriel fanfic #az x reader #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel spymaster #azriel x you #azriel #acotar fanfiction #acotar #romance

[thefrontofmymind]

Appetiser 18+ (matty healy x reader smut)

SYNOPSIS: You and Matty are about to go out to dinner to celebrate your anniversary. But he needs an appetiser.

WARNINGS: matty eats pussy. that's it. this is 18+ if i find out a minor reads this i will end your bloodline.

A year. An entire year together. You honestly didn’t know how you managed it, but between Matty’s tour dates, your schedule, and whatever else the world threw at you, you’d make it through.

You wanted to make it special, so you pulled out all the stops, a record he’s had his eye on for a while, a decadent breakfast on bed for the two of you, you even got him a bunch of flowers–which he accepted with a heartfelt smile and a ‘thanks’. But now was the piece de resistance, dinner at the newest, hottest restaurant that everyone’s talking about–you practically had to beg on your hands and knees for the reservation but you got it, and you couldn’t be more excited. Not only was it a chance to eat a meal that’s received rave reviews, it also gave you a chance to really dress up. For Matty, all he had to do was wear a suit–his common uniform these days–but you rarely got the opportunity to do your hair, a full face of makeup, and it gave you the perfect chance to wear a gorgeous dress you’d found in a second hand consignment store months ago.

You laid on your bed in a towel, scrolling through your phone. You’d given yourself more than enough time to get ready, so you allowed yourself the small luxury of a ten minute scroll through Tiktok. You’d even gotten your nails done earlier in the day just for the occasion, you really wanted it to be special.

You heard the lock of your front door turn, followed by it’s regular squeak on opening, keys jangling as they’re dropped on the table in the entryway, and shuffling of shoes that got closer and closer and closer.

“Hey,” Matty said as he poked his head into your bedroom. He’d just come from an interview, so he was in his normal ‘Truman Black’ garb; dress pants, a white button-up, a plain tie, and his signature Ray-Bans. He looked comfortable, natural. His sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows and he had his blazer slung over his shoulder–he always looked so effortlessly cool.

He threw his jacket on a chair you had by the door and threw his sunglasses onto his side’s nightstand, before lounging next to you on the bed, on his side so he could face you.

“How was it?” You ask, closing your phone and tossing it facedown on the mattress.

“Oh, you know, say old shit,” he answered.

Suddenly under his gaze you felt so bare, it even sparked a twinge of insecurity in you. As you spoke about your days, it only weighed on you more and more, and it manifested in neediness. Soon–almost subconsciously–your foot slowly began to drag up Matty’s pant leg, all the while you kept speaking as if nothing was happening. After a while, you saw his eyes darken–the penny dropped. In a flash his mouth was on yours and the towel that had been previously wrapped around you began to unravel.

Your skin felt like it was burning–even in the cold air–as he kissed down your neck, your tits, your stomach, and then to your thighs.

You could only manage a few mumbles words between heavy breaths as your skin began to tingle.

“What do you want?” He asked with a teasing chuckle. “I think I know what you want.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your pussy lips, then another, and another. You were writhing with frustration. His hands grabbed at your hips, wriggling to get into a more comfortable position. He laid in between your legs–separated so he could get the most view of you.

As he licked one steady stripe up you, a feeling of warmth flushed over you and your breathing got even more shallow than it already was. And when he began to suckle at your swollen clit, you practically fell apart. Within minutes of this, you were a complete moaning mess, and when his fingers got involved–two pumping in and out of you as he devoured the rest of you–you were very quickly reaching your peak. Beads of sweat pricked up on your skin and you could feel the blood rushing to your head.

“I-I’m almost-” You could hardly get out more than a stutter. “I’m close.”

At this admission, Matty kicked his actions into high gear and soon, you’d devolved into moans and pulling on the back of his hair as your release washed over you.

After a few moments, you came back to Earth and he stopped the light kisses he was placing on your pussy, and began to trail back up your chest, your neck, and gave your mouth a strong kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips.

“Get ready, we can’t be late,” he said, standing up and going to the bathroom, turning on the shower and leaving you a breathless and dumbfounded at the man you’d loved for an entire year

#matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy oneshot #matty healy smut

[thislovintime]

A fan named Cathy meeting Peter Tork in 1967; photo via Cathy's blog.

"While most girls loved Davy, I had a 15 year old girl true love for Peter.

In 1996 I saw them again (minus Michal [sic] Nesmith) on their Reunion Tour while living in Reno, Nv. Davy was wearing a cast on his leg and had to sit on a stool a good bit of the time. But I didn’t care. I was 16 years old again and being taken to another place and time by the Monkees and their music.

[...] I was head over heals [sic] 'ga ga' for Peter Tork of the Monkees. Most girls loved Davy but I loved Peter. Jimmy [sic] Hendrix commented on several occasions that Peter was the 'most talented one of the Monkees.[']

My mother knew that Peter was my obsession. She knew someone with the record label and was able to get the address to his home. We got in her dark green convertible MGB and drove up into the Hollywood Hills. She said she had a surprise for me. We pulled up in front of a really cool house and parked across the street. She told me this was the home of Peter Tork. She said I could go up to the door and ask for him autograph and to take a picture with him.

I was terrified….a pretty common state for me …but even more so that day. I froze. My mother was annoyed and finally coaxed me out of the car. I followed her across the street. She knocked on the door. Terror…Panic…What if I pass out or say something really stupid.

We waited. A young woman came to the door (in a white bikini bathing suit-not underwear.) My mother told the young woman that it was my 16th birthday and what we wanted. She invited us in. She took us into the room where Peter was on the phone. He stopped and listened to what we wanted. He talked to me for just a minute. I was too terrified to talk. I must have said something, but I am still not sure what it could have been. My mother took some pictures and Peter gave me hug. I couldn’t speak. This picture is the only one I have. Claudia kept this one and gave it to me when she found out I didn’t have them any longer. The other pictures and the postcard with his picture he autographed for me were lost during my 'drinking days.'

So that is the saga of my 16th birthday. It was truly a summer of change for me. For the first time, I was away from the tight-fisted control of my grandmother and my alcoholic grandfather. I started the school year with a new-found courage and belief that I was just maybe a little bit special." - Cathy, Cathy's Voice Now, February 29, 2012 [x]

#Peter Tork #Tork quotes #60s Tork #Monkees fans #The Monkees #Monkees #1967 #Tork fan photos #fans just showing up at his door seems like such a 60s thing #anyway #long read #Tork fan recollections #can you queue it

[cleverqueencommander]

So uh, I was in the Christmas spirit and wrote this:

Harry showed his one year old daughter, Harley, on how to steer a ship using her toy ship that she had got for her first birthday two months ago in their small living room. And if Harry was honest, he thought that his daughter was enjoying it, especially at such a young age. At the same time though, this was expected as Harley was the daughter of pirates after all.

“Vroom!” Harley giggled.

“Ah yes my little Octopus, vroom,” Harry laughed lightheartedly as he helped Harley to steer.

While the young father and daughter were having fun, they didn’t noticed that Uma entered the living room with Ulysses cradled in her arms.

Just a month ago, Uma gave birth to her second child, Ulysses, which came as a surprise to both Uma and Harry as they weren’t expecting another child so soon. Nonetheless they were happy.

However, the young parents were slightly worried that Harley would be upset, but as it turned out, she was excited for a new sibling especially if the sibling was a boy.

That was a relief.

Uma smiled softly at the sight of her husband and daughter bonding, but Harry had to remember that they had to leave shortly. She even pondered if her husband remembered that they were going out.

So, Uma stood behind Harry and cleared her throat to get Harry’s attention. “Ahem.”

“Huh?” Harry was startled as he paused from playing with Harley, turning his head to see his wife staring down at him. Harley followed suit and squealed as she saw her mother.

“Mama!” Harley cried as she got out got off her toy ship and toddled her way over to her mother, hugging her leg and Uma smiled lovingly at her.

“My love, how long you’ve been in here?” Harry asked, still startled as he got up from the ground and dusting off his dark red and black suit.

“A good while enough just to see you and Harley playing,” Uma replied, checking on her newborn son before paying attention to Harry. “Do you realize that we’re getting late?”

Harry shook his head as if being late was nothing. “My love, we still have lots of time-” Uma cuts Harry off.

“We’re supposed to be there at 7,” Uma told him with her eyebrow raised.

“Shoot,” Harry muttered. “What time is it now?”

“I believe it’s close to 6:40.”

Harry cursed under his breath. He didn’t realize how late they were as he thought it was 6:00 P.M. At the same time, Harry didn’t want to go out, he wanted to spend time with his wife and kids but since Princess Nina, the daughter of Tiana and Naveen had invited them to come for a pre Christmas dinner, he didn’t want to disappoint or let the invitation go in vain.

Harry sighed as he took a moment to stare at his wife; she looked beautiful in her simple teal colored knee length v-neck nursing dress(there was a knot tied to the right side) with her combat boots(Harry smothered a chuckle. Uma never changed). As for her hair, Uma didn’t had on her usual braids when she was a teen a couple years back, but rather her teal hair was done in a wavy style, making her more of an Auradonian than an Islander, which was nice for Harry since he didn’t see a crime for looking different especially if it’s a special occasion such as being invited to a dinner.

It took Harry a moment to take his eyes off of Uma before they landed on Ulysses, who was wearing a Christmas onesie.

Uma noticed her husband was staring at her and Ulysses and smirked. “I see that you’re looking at my outfit. What do you think of it?” She then twirled slightly to show off her look.

Harry grinned. “You look stunning, as always.”

“Thank you.”

“So, are we going to leave now or what?”

“Harriet should be here in a moment.”

Harry rolled his eyes. He wondered how long his older sister would take to come here?

And just as Harry thought of his sister being late, the young Hook family heard a car engine turned off, signaling that Harriet arrived.

That’s right folks, Harriet can drive. Don’t ask how, she just can.

[jmkho]

The One Where They Go To Medieval Times

Summary: The boys go to Medieval Times LOL

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: swearing, light up cocktails, swords, mentions of execution, HUZZAH, turkey legs, flashing jitties, lack of mede

Notes: This has been in draft hell for a LONG ASS TIME I just haven’t had it in me to finish it until I saw MTM video and thought okay now is time lmao

Special thanks to @oliverreedmasterass for letting me bounce off ideas and helping me with this!

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The boys stood at the bar before entering the arena. Jake had begged and begged the rest of them to book a dinner at the nearest Medieval Times. At first they all refused.

“I’m not going there to watch people pretend to joust.” Sam commented.

“There’s horses, food, music, fighting! What more could you want?” Jake replied

Danny looked at Sam who was still standing there shaking his head. Danny sighed before saying, “There’s a bar.”

“Let’s go!”

And that was that.

They decided to try and dress for the occasion. And by dress, they tried to fit a sort of theme. But they were all wearing completely different themed outfits.

Jake was wearing his pirate gear again since, hey, it was SORT of medieval looking. But also brought along his sword. Which he gladly buckled into the passenger seat of his car, making everyone else cram in at the back. He was told by the boys it wouldn’t get past the front door, but he was determined.

Danny thought he would wear his black cloak and pressed pants from the Starcatcher promo shoot. Now he felt out of place with the rest of them and felt like a lost wizard.

Josh decided to wear one of his show suits with his gold frilly cloak, but with a bright yellow and red jester hat he found stuffed in the back of his closet. The bells rang whenever he moved his head or walked. “This is just ME, RIGHT?” he said as he spun around.

And then Sam was way off theme. He was wearing his red shorts and a tie dye shirt. Complete with a pair of Birkenstocks and a fanny pack. His sunglasses were placed on his head as he looked around the venue. “A bit empty isn't it?”

No one said anything as they stood and ordered their drinks. Jake ordered a double rum and coke, specifically saying rum in the same way as his favourite Disney Pirate.

Danny ordered two beers and a shot of vodka to try and forget about how he felt.

Sam asked for mede but the bartender told him they didn’t serve it. To which Sam then went on a rant about the fact a place called Medieval Times didn’t serve mede. He then ordered a beer and a cocktail with a fancy light up glass and curly straw.

The bartender gave him an extra shot for the lack of mede.

Josh was shaking. He had his speech already set in his head, thanks to watching The Cable Guy numerous times, he had it memorized the fuck down.

“And what can I ge-”

“Dos this have thou a mug of ale for me and me mate? For he hath been pitched in battle for a fortnight and has the king’s thirst for the frosty brew dos thou might have for thus!” Josh let out, with a wide grin.

Nailed it. He thought.

The barman just stood there with a face void of emotion.

“He’ll have a salty dog and a beer please.” Jake leaned in and ordered.

Once they got their drinks, the mood was light, happy, and ready for blood. They walked through the doors to the main arena and found their table.

Josh sat on the end followed by Danny, Sam, and then Jake and sword.

"Okay so we cheer for our knight to kill the other right?" Sam asked as he sat down watching the pre-show.

“Pretty much” Danny answered. His interest in the show perked up when he spotted a knight throwing roses into the crowd.

“I want a rose!” He suddenly declared making everyone look at him then the knight.

Sam laughed. “You aint gonna get one sat there staring, do something!”

Danny quickly looked at his friend, “Like what?”

The bassist shrugged. “Flip him off?”

Danny went to say something to that until Josh shouted, “FLASH HIM!”

Josh jumped up and waved his arms about to get the knight's attention, finally the man looked at him. Josh pulled his velvet suit to the side and flashed one nipple at him with a big grin. Danny watched amazed and in horror as Josh stood there with one jitty out before putting his suit back into place.

A rose suddenly nearly hit the singer in the face as he caught it, getting a round of applause from everyone else sat down around them. Josh bowed with a giggle and passed the rose to Danny, “Flashing resolves everything.”

Jake let out a loud laugh and randomly shouted “Huzzah!” Which started a whole chorus of people joining in with him yelling it back. He went to lift his sword in the air but Danny quickly told him not to.

“Alright boys, here we go.” The waiter came up to their tables and began to place cutlery down. “You’re on the white knight side. Red knight is your ally, so cheer for white and red. The blue knight is your mortal enemy, yell and boo for his demise and for the fall of him and the yellow knight.” His tone gave off a sort of, ‘I’ve said this so many times that the excitement has long gone.’

The boys all listened but then just started booing the announcer that had now taken centre stage in the sand pit.

“Lords, your dinner will be served in 10 minutes and there’s a vegetarian meal requested as well right?” He asked.

The guys all confirmed their order followed by a very loud ‘HUZZAH!” From Jake

Which again, made everyone else around them join in.

The horse show began. 3 horses took stage and did some tricks and different styles in a sort equestria type show. Jake sat there nodding his head. Oh fuck yeah he was in his element right now. They needed to make a place similar to this but with pirates, and there are two ships that have to battle it out over dinner, and there’s even a-

Sam sat there with a face void of emotion as he watched the horses. Fancy, he thought.

Danny was smiling at the show. He was excited to be honest and was glad Jake brought it up now, but he was still somewhat worried that Jake had somehow got his sword past security.

Josh’s hat jingled away as he kept looking around the venue. He was excited, he wanted to see the dramatic theatrical work of it all. Damn, if he could he’d totally play a part in the show.

Soon, their dinner arrived. “Okay boys, we have dragon blood!” The waiter let out, pand placed a bowl of tomato soup in front of all of them. “And we have some dragon flesh, dragon's teeth, half a dragon's egg, and a special rock.” He announced as he placed the non-vegetarian meals down.

It consisted of half a cooked chicken, a corn cob, half a baked potato, and a slice of bread. The vegetarian one had less fancy names and was simply just, ‘The Royals Special Salad’

The boys tucked in using their hands. Sam sat there with a wooden fork digging into his salad as he looked around everyone else ripping their food apart.

One point Jake lifted his sword and tried to skewer his ‘dragon flesh’ chicken with it, earning a very loud scream laugh coming from the other end of the table.

“Heathens” Sam made a disgusted face.

“HUZZAH!” Jake yelled again right into his ear which was again followed by another chorus of everyone joining in.

“Will you stop ‘Huzzah-ing?!” Sam moved away from his older brother who was laughing loudly with his head thrown back.

The horse show had ended and now it was time for some jousting to take place.

Danny looked around to the families around him. They began to yell, scream, and cheer. “KILL HIM! KILLL HIIIIIIIIIM!” His mouth fell open when a child that was around 8 years old started yelling that at the top of their lungs.

“What kind of family show is-“ He stopped when Sam suddenly stood up. “WHITE KNIGHT! KILL THE DESPICABLE EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING, THE BLUE KNIGHT! DO YOUR DUTY! FOR YOUR KINGDOM!” He raised his flashing cocktail in the air.

People around them began to whoop, clap, and cheer harder. “I think these people actually want someone to bleed.” He laughed as he sat down.

Danny leaned over to say something to Josh but he was no longer sat there, just his jester hat in his seat. “Wait, where did Josh go?”

Sam didn’t even look over to the empty spot, just keeping his eyes on the two men who were now on their horses ready to joust. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was pumped for this. “Bathroom.” He simply replied.

The joust began and the white knight rode towards his target. The crowd on the white knight side were screaming at the top of their lungs, numerous flags and light up swords in the air.

“GO ON!!! Hit him!!!!” Sam yelled at the top of his lungs, gripping his drink.

Danny clapped and cheered to merely join in but then grimaced when the first hit happened. Nothing too bad, but the Blue knight wobbled a little and Danny downed a beer in the process. After another few jousts and hits the knights decided to battle off the horses with numerous weapons.

Everyone was losing their shit. Sam was sitting there laughing as people were screaming for the end of the blue knight. Jake was now holding his sword in the air with one foot on his chair as people chanted.

“Huzz-zah!” He chanted, throwing the sword up and down in the air which then started their side of the arena to join in.

“Ladies and Gentleman, it is time for your King to make a special appearance in preparation for the battle.”

The lights dimmed down and so did the cheers for blood as the crew quickly ran around the sandpit getting whatever was needed for the appearance of the king.

Jake has sat down by now but still held his sword in his right hand, and his drink in his left.

“Oh come on, I wanna see someone get knocked out!” Sam let out blowing air between his lips as he got fed up.

Danny laughed. “And who said they didn’t want to come to see people pretend?”

Sam glanced at him and narrowed his eyes. “Not me, certainly not I.” He took a huge gulp of his cocktail as he looked away.

Suddenly he spat out his drink. The liquid flew out of his mouth as he jolted forward in his seat in shock and started coughing. Danny looked at his friend and started patting his back.

“Dude, you okay?” He asked as Sam sat coughing manically.

“LONG LIVE THE KING!” Jake yelled at the pitch that even startled Danny which made him look towards the King.

There sat on the throne was Josh. He was now wearing a long red cape along with a golden crown on top of his head. He was also randomly holding a huge cooked turkey leg. He sat there acting like his life depended on it. A face of pure ‘Yes, I am your king, bow bitches’ His free hand giving a typical royal wave as the crowd went nuts.

Danny stood up. “JOSH! JOSH!” He yelled. Josh looked his way and just waved. Danny clapped his hands together. “PSSPSSPSSPSS JOSH GET BACK HERE!” If Sam wasn’t currently choking he would have said it looked as if he was trying to get a cat to come to him.

Josh held up a hand and the entire arena fell silent apart from Sam’s spluttering coughs.

“My dear kingdom…” He stood up and the workers surrounding him seemed to realise he was in fact not their actor who played the king and began to look around at each other. “We are all gathered to watch one perish in the bravery of battle.” He announced, putting on a little accent.

”You knights will fight with honour and strength as we cheer you on while feasting on dragons flesh and also feasting on one of your deaths.” The knights looked at each other confused.

His voice then went to his normal tone. “I mean, for a family show this really does have a lot of blood lust and violence going on I mean..” he motioned to the people with his free hand, “Everyone is so excited to watch people….b-beat each other up it’s….it’s an experience I tell ya..maybe needs more excitement am I right?” and then quickly pulled his jumpsuit to the side to flash everyone.

Danny’s head fell into his hands while Jake started laughing.

“BOOOO!” Sam quickly let out

Josh’s head quickly looked over to their direction. “Before the event shall start. By order of your King, anyone named Samuel shall be executed.” Josh declared in the most serious tone, doing a Meryl Streep level of acting.

All the workers looked at each other.

“Who is this guy?”

“Is he serious?”

“Who the fuck is Samuel?”

Sam put his sunglasses on and sunk down in his seat as Josh stared at him with the most serious face he had ever seen. But then he broke out in his wide toothy grin and normal toned voice, “Enjoy the bloodshed everybody! Have a wonderful night!”

And with that they workers quickly started to push the throne out of the arena with him still standing on it. Josh smiled at the workers joyfully and giggled before he posed dramatically as he was pushed out of sight.

The two knights stood there looking at each other and shrugged as if to say, “Okay…” before the white knight lifted his sword and tried to take down the other until he blocked the hit with his own sword.

Soon Josh came boundering back with the turkey leg and security holding onto his shoulder. “Is he with you?” Josh stood there giggling away as security walked him to his seat after Danny nodded his head.

“Guards! This is the Samuel who went against your king! Get him!” Josh let out shoving the jester hat back on and pointed to his younger brother who did everything he could to look not part of the group despite sitting in the middle of the chaos.

Security rolled their eyes but then pulled a worried look to Jake who was now standing with one foot on his chair again, sword in the air watching the show as the two knights went at it.

“Sir, how did you get tha-“ Security man no.1 began to ask Jake who quickly yelled. “Huzzah!” And bolted away from the table. The man looked at security man no.2 before they both went running off after him.

The waiter from earlier came over and began to hand out little cups of ice cream.

“You look stressed, don’t worry, tonight is actually very calm. Here you go boys, Dragon droppings! Enjoy!”

Danny looked at him in pure disbelief.

Sam and Josh began a little back and forth argument about how dare he sentence him to death. The cheek of such an order.

Before the waiter walked off, Danny smiled and motioned with his hand to get his attention over the noise of people yelling for the knight to kill, Josh and Sam arguing about betrayal, and the waiter's radio going off about, “Some crazed guy with a sword is in the gift shop.”

“Can I get 8 shots of tequila, please?”

#gvf #greta van fleet #josh gvf #josh kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka #sam gvf #sam kiskza #sammy gvf #sammy kiszka #danny gvf #danny wagner #gvf fic #greta van fleet fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf fanfic #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet fanfiction #fanfic gvf #fic gvf #lmaooooooo don’t ask lol #fics

[salmonskinrolltf]

Anniversary Present - Pt. 1

[Author’s note: More of a setup chapter, but lots of TF mayhem is on its way!]

Levi (on the left) and Jace (on the right) had only been married for a year, but they grew up next door to each other and had been dating since high school, so their first wedding anniversary still felt like an extra special occasion.

Jace, who was fastidiously groomed as always, had spent all day making an elegant dinner for the both of them. They had just finished eating, both wearing the same suits they wore at their wedding a year ago, and Jace was itching to clear the plates away when Levi slid a wrapped present in front of him. Well... He guessed the dishes would be able to wait. At least for TWO minutes. Max.

Levi grinned and his voice came out in a husky purr. "I know you're so much better than me at this kind of thing, but I wanted to make sure you knew how loved you were. I read that the traditional first anniversary present is clocks so... well, open it!"

Jace grinned as he opened the box and pulled out an elegant gold watch with a digital display. "Babe, this is gorgeous! I love it! Thank you so much!" He gave his husband a peck on the cheek and affixed the watch to his wrist. His brow furrowed when he glanced at it, however. "Is this in military time? It says 20:22. That can't be right, can it?"

Levi grimaced. "Well, actually... shit. I'm not sure. The guy at the store said it was the best one they had, he even took it out of a special collections section in the back, I didn't think to ask him about it. But 20:22 is like, what... 8:22PM? It's 8:06 now, we can adjust it with those dials on the side. You use this one to go backward and this one to go for- oops." The dial he was fiddling with broke off in his hand. He quickly inserted the piece back in the hole. "I... can get that fixed. But for now, we only need backward, so..." He twiddled the dial. "There! 20:06. We can see about setting it to non-military time when I take it in to get-"

FLASH!

Levi and Jace looked around dizzily as the flash of golden light disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

"What the..." muttered Levi, trying to stand but losing his balance and sitting back down in his chair with a groan. "Babe, are you OK?"

Jace stared glumly at his plate. "Is anything ever OK?"

Levi looked at his husband, startled. "Of course it is, babe. We're just shaken up, that's all."

He knew when Jace got upset he preferred to be left alone for a bit, so he put on his brightest smile and said, "You know what? Let me take care of the dishes tonight, you just relax."

However, as he gathered up the dishes, he started to get a little annoyed. Why was he always the one who had to take care of shit when his husband overreacted to things? He wasn't some doormat to be walked all over. He walked over to the kitchen and piled the dishes by the sink, pointedly leaving them in the open and making it clear he was refusing lower himself to washing them. That'll show Jace.

He grumbled as his hair fell into his eyes, trying to slick his bangs back into place. Had his gel stopped working so early into the night? His hair refused to cooperate, however, so he grabbed his favorite snapback from the floor where he'd left it and jammed it onto his tousled head. Wait, snapback? He didn't own anything like...

His head started to tingle where the hat made contact with his skull and his body began to fill with warmth. He leaned against the side of the door frame for a moment. He felt the muscles in his arms stretching, like he was in a taffy pull, getting weaker and weaker all the while, a feeling that only made his anger flare even more. The same feeling began to coalesce through his legs.

He stood up straight, nearly cracking his head on the top of the door frame. Had it always been that low?

Fuck it, he couldn't get distracted. He needed to give Jace a piece of his mind. He walked through the doorway, not noticing the flash of color in the lower part of his peripheral vision.

He walked back into the dining room, ready to rumble. "Alright, Jace, listen up- wait, what the fuck are you wearing?"

"What the fuck are you wearing?" said Jace, flipping his long, dark hair out of his eyes.

"The same shit I always wear, numbnuts," responded Levi.

Jace suddenly shook his head. "No... Something's not right."

Levi sighed. "Ugh, don't be such a fucking emo. I'm going to my room." He flipped Jace the bird and stalked back up the stairs. Jace could hear a door slam and the sound of Nickelback come blasting from Levi's stereo.

Jace rolled his eyes, flicking one of his wristbands against the tender skin. His roommate was such a douche.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred. No, not roommate... Husband. Levi? What the fuck happened to Levi? He looked in the mirror. What happened to HIM?

He glanced down at his other wrist, noticing the gold watch still affixed to it. It read 20:06. Or was that... 2006? He scratched his head. Something wasn't right here.

Continue to Part 2

#Era #Emo #Douche

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Feeding The Flames: This Is Dolce...

Summary- Johnny Storm x You. 2.3k. Johnny looks so good on stage at a ceremony in that suit. Yes, THAT SUIT. It just stirs something in you that you need to have taken care of right away, which leaves the two of you sneaking off once again.

Warnings- Male receiving oral, like one moment of name calling, choke hold because lately that has been my thing. 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- self indulgent piece due to some discussion with @americasass81 and @justalonelyslytherin discussing Johnny Storms Suit Thank you for reading. Sharing and comments are so appreciated!

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You and Alicia proudly watched from your table in the front while both of your men, as well as Sue and Richard, were giving a recount of events as well as the findings that resulted from that mission to a NASA hosted function. 

You leaned to your friend, whispering softly to her to not disrupt the speech Richard was currently giving about the energy levels needed to result in such drastic physical changes to the team. 

“Ben is looking like he is handling it well.” You mentioned, watching as he gave shy little waves at the camera's flickering lights. Alicia smiled proudly. 

"Ben was really nervous this morning about it, but we worked through it. He is slowly starting to see how special he is.” You were so proud of Ben, out of everyone, his reaction had come at a big cost for him. Seeing him embrace who he was now was a big step, one that you admired him for. He handled the questions thrown out at him like he had been doing this all his life. Alicia tilted her head, listening to the crowd around the two of you. “How is Johnny doing?” 

You snorted as you took a sip from the mojito gracing your table. “He is fine, he loves that spotlight.” Sure enough, Johnny was happily answering questions directed at him, his hand smoothing down the front of his black suit on occasion. The action made you grin to yourself, recalling how earlier he tore through the closet debating about which to wear. 

“I wanna look good Y/N.” 

You had been sitting at your vanity applying your makeup, the dress you chose already hanging and waiting for you. “Johnny, you look good in any of your suits.” You stated as he gave a bit of a whine in frustration, pulling out another and stuffing it back. You knew that this was important to him so you took some pity on him. “You know which one I absolutely find you handsome in through, that Dolce.” 

“Dolce… Dolce… Dolce…Oh yes, that is a good one.” He muttered as he pulled it out and held it up to look it over, a sly grin growing on his face. “Wasn’t this the one…?” 

“Yes, yes it was.” You winked at him in the mirror as you were applying your foundation. “Can’t look at you in that suit without thinking about that night.” 

It was settled, Johnny donned the suit of your suggestion and now admiring him in it on stage, you couldn't help the way your body responded. The white shirt clung to his chest, the black suit jacket made his shoulders really filled out and broad looking and the long dark pants gave him a long-legged appearance that you just knew his ass looked perfect in if he would just turn around. 

And there it was, he tilted just enough to take a picture with his sister on the stage and you had to bite your lip. Your man had an ass you simply wanted to sink your teeth into and have on occasion. 

“I think they are finishing up?” Alicia questioned from next to you, the requests starting to die down and more flashes of cameras as the group posed together. They started to trickle off the stage for now. 

“Yup, they are coming back over right now.” You beamed at Johnny as he rejoined the table, his hand sweeping along your bare back and dropping a kiss on your mouth. “You guys looked great up there.” you directed the compliment at everyone. 

“Thanks, the questions this time were really interesting.” Richard started, you nodding in agreement while your hand fell beneath the table, giving Johnnys thigh a suggestive squeeze while brushing your hand against the front of his slacks. 

Next to you, you felt some heat radiating from him, a clear sign that he got the message. Now, you wanted him now. He was quick to glance at your drink. “Come on, let's go refill your drink.” He grasped your hand and tugged you from your seat, leaving behind the rest to converse as he steered you away from the bar, you were sure there must have been a heated mark in the dip of your back where he had his hand resting, steering you. 

You were about to head to the parking lot, figuring that he was taking you to the limo when he twisted the two of you around the back of the front desk and crashed into the coat room. You wasted no time in turning into Johnny, hands cupping his face as your lips planted on his hungrily. “I thought you were going to the car.”

“You looking at me like that and how am I supposed to get to the car Y/N?” He tilted his kisses to run down your neck, hands clasping your ass through your dress to arch you into him. “Coat room is the best I can do right now.” 

Your eyes closed at those heated nips at your pulse, bracing against him as you rubbed into him. “It works, add it to our bucket list.” You wrapped a hand in his hair and tugged, pulling him back to kiss him hungrily again, your tongue waring with his while you moaned at the taste of him. A taste you wanted more of. “I need you to fuck my mouth, Johnny.” Pulling away, you push him back enough to bounce against the hanging coats, hiking up your dress so you wouldn't get it dirty. 

“Wait!” Johnny tugged on someone's jacket, tossing it down while you kneeled in front of him, looking up at him with ruined lipstick and excitement. Maybe later you would feel bad about dirtying someone's jacket, maybe later you will look back on this moment and wonder why you didn't have more self-control to wait till you get home. But that was all later, now everything filling your vision was Johnny standing over you, wild blue eyes blazing almost black with excitement and swollen pink lips where you two were messy in your kisses. “Fuck Baby, I’m gonna ruin your lipstick.” He was unbuckling his belt, his bulge so close to your face that you ran your nose along his shaft through the pants while fumbling with his zipper. 

“Just don’t ruin my hair.” 

“I can’t make promises.” He stuttered while you yanked his pants down enough to have room. His cock tenting his briefs now, you moved those too, wrapping your hands around him and rubbing your palms against velvet soft skin, throbbing veins and lapped your tongue over his swollen red mushroom top to taste salty pearls leaking from him already. 

“If you dont, I wont forgive you.” You assured him before your lips wrapped around him to suck. Your eyes were still lifted to watch his reaction, which was just as you hoped. 

His jaw tensed and his eyes just about went cross while his body tensed in the suit, your hand braced against a muscled thigh confirmed that. “Shit.” He muttered as you pulled back to kiss and lick all along his shaft, spitting to get him good and slick so your hands could work him. In his best efforts, he braced his hand against the nearby wall, doing everything he could not grab your hair. You appreciated his efforts, considering you worked hard to look good tonight. “Woman you are gonna make me lose it.” 

“That's the plan hot stuff.” You directed your mouth to suck kisses against his adonis belt, lapping your tongue along the crease till he gave a grunt above you and a warning look, making you grin. Settling back a bit more, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to press his cock into your mouth, still working him one handed around his wide girth. A series of cusses erupted above you that felt like praises. 

You loved destroying Johnny like this. Sucking him off was one of your favorite acts of service you performed on him and everytime hearing him just loose his control, even a little bit gave you the rush you thrived on. Your hands worked what your mouth couldn't fit. 

“I know you can fit all of me.” His tone dropped, no longer the fun loving Johnny that was out on stage earlier. But a commanding one that had you squirming in your kneel. A warm oversized hand cupped the side of your face, feeling how you stretched around him. His hand dropped, squeezing lightly around your throat. “Come on Babygirl, lemme feel you swallow my cock like a good slut does.” 

You could have came right there, feeling a rush in your panties that clung to your folds, your hands fisting in his pants to steady yourself as you whined needily, your gaze going from triumphant to a desperate pleading. 

Yes, yes you wanted to be his good slut, a good slut swallows. You relaxed and did your best, gagging around him as he praised you, fucking into your throat just a little more each time. "I bet your pussy is just throbbin', huh baby? You are so fucking ruined looking already."

Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes and your makeup now was ruined as messy as you have gotten, but you relished in this, watching him above you while he took over to finish, knowing that he would shoot his load down your throat and all while someone could burst through that door to collect a coat to find you here on your knees worshiping him. 

The things that Dolce suit could do to you. 

“I'm gonna come down your throat.” Johnny hissed, his head tilting back and adam's apple bopping in time with his thrusts. Your face pressed into his pelvis, your hands wrapping around his thighs to keep upright so he wouldn't grab you, it was at the last moment you felt him grab at the back of your head and pull you back enough to fill your mouth. “Fuck…” He stuttered as he immediately let go while you jerked him off, doing your best to swallow his spend down so you two didn't have a mess to figure out how to clean up. “I'm sorry Baby, I didn’t mean to.” Johnny stammered as your tongue lashed over his cock's head, panting for air.

You weren't upset, if anything you wished he had pulled harder now, left you unable to fix it. Let everyone know what he did to you. When you let him slide from your mouth, you glanced up, your eyes widening in alarm at the smoke curling off his shoulders. “Johnny! You are smoking.” 

“Why thanks baby…” He started and you frantically shook your head, pointing at his shirt. “Oh shit!” He smacked at his chest to smother it, scowling at his shirt as you giggled at his feet. “This is the Dolce!” Johnny sputtered with a scowl before glancing at you, while you covered your mouth in an attempt to keep your giggle smothered. “I got so damn worked up.” 

“It’s just the shirt, everything is else is still intact. Can you fix my hair?” Johnny worked on fixing your hair that he had messed up, luckily it wasn't too bad. You tucked him away before taking his offered hands to help you up. “How is my makeup?” You ran a finger along your bottom lip, cleaning off the last of his release. 

Eyes scanned over your features, his fingers tracing along the tops of your cheeks. “I mean… yeah you looked fuck but it's not too bad.” He turned to search in some nearby jacket pockets for a pack of travel tissues that he finally scored. “Tilt your face up so I can clean you up Y/N.” He was careful wiping away any smudges he could, trusting him since you didn’t have a pocket mirror. Your purse you had left in Alicia’s care when you two left the table. “Okay, best I’m gonna be able to do. Fuck you look hot.” He grinned while you straightened your dress. 

“Don’t start or else you are gonna burn the rest of your suit.” You reached for the jacket to smack out any dirt you got on it. “It’s not too dirty, right?” 

“Nah, it’s fine. Probably not even the worst thing that's happened to it.” Johnny informed, but tucked a twenty bill into the pocket, just to make up for it. He was working on buckling his belt when his name started to be announced once more. 

“Johnny Storm, can you please approach the stage?” 

You both looked at each other in surprise as you got the door open, pushing him out of the coat closet. “Hurry up, before they come looking for us.” 

Johnny wasn’t about to enter the main room once more without you on his arm, he hooked his arm around your waist, hand heatedly resting on your hip as he led you back into the main event, sliding back into his public face, good natured smile putting everyone at ease for his absence. 

You on the other hand, flustered and still coming back from what just happened looked slightly sheepish while he brought you back to your seat. “Be right there!” He said as he cupped your face, giving you a very passionate kiss, which of course the camera was honed in on. It took your breath away, making you clutch for a moment at his suit before he pulled away, dropping to your ear. “I’m so going to ruin your pussy in the limo later.” With a wink, he let you go, leaving you at the table to imagine what he had in store for you after this was over. 

Alicia slid a drink over to you, which you took to sip from, letting the alcohol burn in a way only it could. “One day you two are gonna get caught you know.” 

You looked up at the stage to see no one on there was the wiser as to what you and Johnny had been up to, he had managed to hide the slight burn mark on the shirt. Sue and Richard were distracted by the photographers and Ben looked like he was ready to be done with all of it at this point. Johnny, well Johnny looked like he always did- like he was a professional at working the crowd. 

“But today is not one of those days Alicia.” And you downed the rest of the glass.

#feeding the flames #johnny storm #johnny storm au #fantastic four au #johnny storm x you #johnny storm x reader #chris evans characters #mcu au #amber writes #sweater writes #fantastic four #johnny looking damn fine in his dolce suit #but its dolce! #i love him your honor

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

A story of the state dinner where her beautiful dress plays a part must be. I love this dress so much and if this man is not having sex with his wife, then I am at a loss...😉 Your Strawberry

Seduced

He closed the door and leaned against it. He had no eyes for the regal décor of their suite though, instead his eyes followed his wife. She stepped beside the bed and expertly slipped her shoes off her feet. He smiled as he saw her move her toes afterwards and groan silently. Then she removed her earrings, which she wore on special occasions, and carefully placed them in the jewellery case that lay on her bedside table. Then followed her rings, her bracelet and her watch. She turned to him. "I know you're watching me," she smiled at him.

"Can you unzip my dress?" she asked. His eyes sparkled as he walked towards her and carefully pulled down the zip. "Remember, this dress is only borrowed. It needs to go on the hanger," she warned him. He smirked, for she knew exactly what he was about to do. As soon as the zip was undone, he turned her to face him and looked mischievously into her eyes. "At your command, Madame." Then he took hold of the dress at her shoulders. He held it tightly and let the fabric slide further and further down her arms. "It suited you beautifully," he whispered to her and gave her a gentle kiss. She freed her arms from the fabric as he knelt down so she could step out of the dress. Triumphantly, he stood back up and held the dress out to her. She fetched a hanger and slipped the dress over. Then he took the hanger from her hand and without taking his eyes off her, he hung the dress on the wardrobe.

When he was in front of her again, he took her face in his hands, pulled it towards him and kissed her. When he broke away from her, her hands slid to his white bow tie and deftly unfastened it. She then turned her attention to his suit jacket. She slipped the jacket over his shoulders and then took off the sash he had been given today by the king. Her fingers slid over the waistcoat he was still wearing. "You look very sexy in a waistcoat," she said softly and he groaned. She deftly opened the waistcoat and it too fell to the floor, rustling.

His hands clasped her face again as she finally undid the buttons of his shirt. Once it was open, she let her hands slide over his chest and stomach. She reached around him and began to caress his bare back. By now his hands were also on her back and he deftly unclasped her bra. She pulled her arms back and let him slide to the floor before embracing him again. Deeply she inhaled, enjoying the scent of perfume and man. His fingers gently touched her hair to carefully remove the pins that held her updo. "I like it when your hair is up and I like it when you wear it down," he let her know softly and for quite a while there was silence as they kissed intimately.

But at some point that was no longer enough and her hands found his trousers. She deftly opened them. He helped her and took off his trousers including his pants. His socks followed and immediately she felt his hands sliding up her legs. He pushed her onto the bed so that she was sitting and turned his attention to her stockings. Endlessly slowly, he slipped them off one by one and alternately she moaned or he moaned. Last came her panties. He made sure she was comfortable on the bed before he lay down very close to her. Breathing heavily, they looked at each other before their hands slid over each other's bodies and their mouths found themselves kissing intimately again and again.

At some point she could no longer stand the longing for him. "I want you now," she demanded, hearing him laugh softly. "Patience, chérie." "I'm at an age where patience is no longer necessary," she moaned. "That's a very poor excuse," he said in a hoarse voice, pulling her close to him. They looked deep into each other's eyes and she felt him take possession of her. A smile lit up her face and he returned it. "I'm with you," he whispered and began to move inside her. For the next few minutes words were superfluous and they gave themselves completely to the sensations for each other.

When their breathing had calmed again and their bodies relaxed, they held each other in their arms. Their gazes slid over the antique pieces in the room and independently, smiles stole into their faces. "No matter where we are," she began. "When we are together, we can forget everything around us," he added and they laughed.

Hellooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

I’m glad Brigitte warned him that the dress was to be returned and he was careful 🤭 ... Which I think made the all scene even more sexy and sensual at the same time!

Noticing the antique pieces at the end made me laugh hahaha

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

[mysticalmayhem1930]

A Tale of Two Weddings: Midgardian Mayhem

A Loki x Eva (OC) story

Part Three of Loki’s Dragon

>>Part 30 <<

A/N I don’t own any of the Marvel characters. Just my own creations. This was originally posted in Wattpad. But I rewrote the parts as I transferred them, so there are some differences.

Summary: Loki and Eva have their wedding night.

Pairing: I originally wrote this as Loki x Eva but it can be read as Loki x Reader if you desire.

Link to previous chapter

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Credit to artist

Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language

>>>18+ ONLY<<

As the party started to wind down the reception room began to empty. Eva had her head rested on Loki's shoulder. Tony knew she was exhausted and being pregnant didn't help. Eva and Loki bid good night to all of their friends and safe travels to all who were not staying the night. Loki picked her up and carried her back to their room, he didn't put her down until he carried her over the threshold and set her down on the bed.

"So you're now officially my wife, I am the luckiest man in the nine realms, and you are pregnant with our first child. Darling, I can't wait to see you grow my child, you will be so incredibly sexy. Speaking of sexy, let me assist you out of that gown." He smiled.

"Not before I peel this suit from your body." She growled. Her fingers slid under the jacket and slipped it off his shoulders. His lips meeting hers in a Hungary kiss. She began undoing the cuffs putting the special links on the side table, then went to work on unbuttoning his shirt. The soft shirt slipping from his shoulders and drifting to the floor. She couldn't keep her lips from his skin kissing the spot under his collar bone that drove him wild. Finishing up with a nip of her teeth. "Husband, do with me what you will, I am at your mercy and only belong to you."

"Stand up." He purred. When she did he unzipped the gown from her letting the fabric pool at her ankles. "Again you without the underthings... shall I just make this an expectation for every formal event going forward?"

"I think you should."

"Very well next formal occasion you will repeat this and I will enjoy edging you while we attend."

He swatted her ass then laid a trail of kisses from the center of her lower back around her hip as he turned her, still wearing her boots. Leaning down he assisted her in removing them. Hooking one leg over his arm he kissed her sensitive inner thigh. "Mmm I can smell your arousal from here my sweet. Bring yourself closer to me." He put her knee over his shoulder as his lips suctioned onto her sensitive nub. His tongue dipping down to swallow her arousal. The moans leaving her lips making his cock harder in his pants. Pulling her first orgasm from her he drank it all in. "Gods woman you taste so sweet, the best thing that has ever passed my tongue... you may now finish undressing me, and be neat about it."

She set to undoing his pants on her knees she removed his dress shoes, and placed them neatly next to the bed. Shimmying his pants over his thighs, she was greeted with his naked hardness. Not wanting to take her eyes from him she carefully folded the pants laying them on top of the shoes.

"May I taste you My King?"

"Please do my pet."

She settled herself between his legs. Licking from the base up allowing her tongue to circle his sensitive tip. She placed her lips to the head and slowly she took him in her mouth to the back of her throat going down to the base. His head rolled back with his jaw just hanging, he loved the feeling of her wrapped around him so completely. As she began moving his moans became pants "gods woman you take my cock so well, and soon you will swallow all of my release."He said between breaths. He tried to match her pace, and just gave in to the pleasure she was giving him. "Princess. I'm right there, what ever you do don't stop." She kept up the pace and soon felt the sweet fluid coat her mouth and throat. Moaning against his cock he thrust his hips forward pushing out every last bit of his seed. He laid back on the bed moving up so he was fully on it, and beckoned her to join him. Taking a few minutes to catch his breath.

"If this is what I have to look forward to, we should have been married sooner my Love." Straddling his hips his soon to be engorged again cock resting between her dripping folds, she started rocking her hips, gaining the friction she also desired.

In an instant he flipped them over so her back was on the bed. "Now for your turn, you naughty little girl." She felt his magic take hold of her spread legs, "I want you to watch, I want you to see how amazing I think you taste." He flicked his hand and a large mirror was leaning against the wall so she would see him. "I want you to watch me take you and make you unable to form sentences." Another one appeared showing a different angle "I want you to see your release as it costs my cock while you come undone on me." And lastly one on the ceiling. "Daddy, please don't leave me empty."

His toes curled when she called him that. "Eyes on me little girl" he dipped his head between her legs and licked lazily at her wetness. He took two fingers and ran them across her slick. "Do you see this? And I haven't really touched you yet, you are always so responsive to me." He placed his fingers at her mouth. She took them in sucking every bit of moisture from them. He went back to licking her clit, then replaced his tongue with his thumb. His tongue plunging deep into her, licking and sucking on her. She was writhing beneath him. Moving only as far as the bonds would let her. "Cum on Daddy's tongue." He growled. Her release forming quickly, "Daddy May I cum now?" She felt the pleasure winding up "yes" then the band snapped and she came into his mouth he licked every but from her skin.

"Still the sweetest thing I have ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth." He placed his hand on her leg to steady the shaking. Crawling up the bed next to her he kissed her sides and chest licking her neck and nibbling on her earlobe.

"Please daddy May I have the pleasure of your cock filling me?"

"No little girl not yet, I am not yet done with you."

"Please??? I need you so bad."

He smiled evilly and placed his fingers in his mouth. He used the wet tips to circle her hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and finger. Her moans hitting a crescendo. Drawing a line from her sternum to her clit, she shivered under his touch. He swiped his fingers in her wetness and pushed them through the folds until he had two fingers scissoring trying to loosen her up some to prepare for him. He began plunging them in and out of her. "Damn, that feels so good."

"How good?" He added his thumb rubbing circles on her clit. Her hips trying to rise to meet his touch, but not getting very far.

"Oh gods, I'm so close... May I Daddy?"

"You may." His lips capturing her moans as she drenched his hand he pulled his fingers from her overly sensitive body. "What do you want little girl?"

"I want your cock, I want the hardness to fill me I want to touch you.... Please???"

He lined himself up with her dripping swollen pussy. "Are you ready for me?"

"Always." And he pushed himself in burying himself in her to his balls. Pulling a high pitched scream from her. Her hands and ankles released. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he started a pounding rhythm into her. Her arms hooked under his her hands on his back. She angled herself to get better depth. Their moans echoed off the walls. Their mouths moved in sync with each other. "Princess, I'm on the edge," his thrusts were sloppy "I need you to drench my cock."

"My god, I... I... shit...." Her head rolled back as her juices coated his cock, he followed shortly after filling her with his seed.his hand holding her neck, his forehead resting against hers. The sweat pooled on their skin as Loki pulled out and laid next to her. He pulled her to his chest.

"Eva I love you."

"Love you more Loki."

Giving into exhaustion she closed her eyes and fell asleep in the safety of her husband's arms. They woke the other a few more times that night for rounds 2,3 and 4.

Th following day they woke around noon and grabbed some food with the others in the kitchen. "When do you leave for your trip?" Asked Bucky.

"We need to be at the airport around five for the flight, and I need to finish packing." Responded Eva.

"The you need to get your ass in gear Pips." Chimed in Tony.

"Is she always like this?"

"With packing for a trip? Or a mission? This is actually her doing it in advance." Tony laughed.

"Keep it up shell head, I'll have my husband turn you into a frog." Eva said leaving the room to finish packing.

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[lovesbiggerthanpride]

date night...or not?

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!reader 

Rating: M

Summary: You and Marcus are getting ready to go out for your anniversary, but someone doesn't want to go.

Notes: mutual banter / teasing, established relationship, dressing up for going out, a few curse words, fluffy ish. :) 

I asked my sweet @moralesfish for a prompt, and she gave me this. Our mutual yearning for Mr. Marcus runs deep! It’s not much, but it felt good to write something.  Thank you! 

Also on AO3.

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“Staring at me won’t get me to move any faster.”

“I’m staring because I love what I see.”

With a tsk, you resumed your preparation.  Makeup done. Hair styled the way you wanted. The cute little  black dress you had been saving for a special occasion was finally on your body. Carefully, you pulled up the straps, and adjusted the hem.  You had been waiting to try this on. 

Your one-year anniversary seemed to be the best opportunity to test the waters and wear this cute piece out with Marcus. Dating him had been so much fun and a revelation to you both.  He would spoil you whenever his heart desired, and you vowed to always be there for him, even when physically you couldn’t always be together. 

Looking to your left, Marcus had not budged. Just sitting on the edge of the bed, brown eyes wide with wonder and love. Using those eyes to check you out.  He was really looking you up and down. As if he hadn’t seen you dressed up before. While you were fully clothed, he was not.  Still in his undershirt and gym shorts, after taking a shower. 

You hear a click. 

“Marcus!”

“What,” he mumbled, phone in hand, leaning against the door frame.  He was stealthy when he wanted to be. You guessed it was part of his job. 

“Stop taking pics and put some pants on. I can’t be the only person getting ready!”

He smirked.  “I know, but you look so fucking beautiful. I don’t want to forget.”

Pointing your finger at him, you clearly instructed, “Marcus Pike, move it.”

And just like that, he scurried to the bathroom.  A little while later, he returned, in a sharp black suit, and crisp white dress shirt. 

“Okay, that’s more like it,” you proclaimed. 

“What if… we don’t go to the restaurant?”

With a sigh, you whined, “You basically lost sleep over these reservations!”

Marcus rubbed his jaw, in a cheeky manner. “I know–”

“Three. Weeks,” you both exclaimed, laughing. 

“But… I think I can pull a string or two, and have them deliver this three course meal. And we can wear these clothes, but also… take them off.”

You weren’t having it. Placing your hand on your hip, you reminded Marcus, “But it’s our anniversary, baby boy. Don’t you want to show me off?”

Set on teasing him, you make a circle around him, swiveling your hips, ever-so-slightly adjusting the bodice of your dress, so he could see how good your boobs looked in this dress. Puckering your ruby red lips. Hiking up the hem, giving attention to your legs. 

He grunted, and you noticed how he adjusted himself.  That did the trick. 

“I know what you’re doing,” he stated in a low and husky tone. 

“I know you know.”

Swiping your diamond earrings off the dresser, you decided to share your intentions. “I think it’d be more fun if we went out. And then I can brag about my sexy agent man. In his suit. Looking so handsome. You’re mine.”

Hearing you say that, made his heart flutter. Cheeks flushed, he walked to you quickly. Not giving a damn about your makeup, he kissed you deeply. 

When he pulled away, you were breathing heavy, not expecting any of that. 

“You drive me wild, beautiful.”

“I love you.”

Marcus pressed his lips on your temple, then to your cheek, and finally landed on your pulse point at your neck. 

“I love you too! You sure you wanna go out?”

Rubbing your thumbs under his jaw, and kissing the bridge of his nose, you answered, “Yes. I didn’t do my hair just to stay inside. C’mon, you got twenty minutes.”

Marcus nodded, after you patted his ass to move along.

“Okay. But as soon as we’re full, I’m bringing you home so I can get this sexy ass dress off of you. So I can see you naked…in our bed.”

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[milkiane]

Can I get a pietro maximoff blurb based off the song "Rude" by MAGIC! where the reader is tony's daughter if the blurb requests are still open?

rude

pairings: pietro maximoff x stark!reader

warnings: mentions of food, slight angst, dad!tony + boyfriend!pietro arguments, fluff really

word count: 1430

note: the fact that i actually really think that the song was made for pietro. rude // magic!

the sunlight was trickling through the window panes of pietro’s room.

his eyes slowly fluttered open, slowly blinking away the sleepiness. as soon as he adjusted through the blinding light, his gaze fell on you, your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala.

he smiled softly, carefully stripping your hold onto him as he remembered the plans he had for the day.

pietro wasn’t usually the type of guy to dress with such effort. he mostly wears anything comfortable; sweats, shirts, hoodies.

though today was a different day, a special (sort of) day. so he wore one of his best suits-- one for stark’s occasional galas.

after approving of his neat and posh appearance, he bought two shawarmas from tony’s favorite shop, accompanied by iced coffees-- one black and one milky, you could guess whose is which.

pietro headed towards tony’s lab, but not before getting stopped by wanda, “what’s the occasion, piet?”

“i’m gonna do it,” he said, snatching his coffee from his sister’s grasp, “wish me luck.”

he knocked at the glass panes, even though he knows that he could just walk in like he usually does. he watched as tony gave him a weird look, and went ahead to open the doors.

“what do you want, sonic?” tony gazed at him from head to toe, “and did you just pomade your hair?”

he ignored him, handing him the exact order of shawarma he usually buys, “here,”

“alright, speak up,” tony eyed him skeptically, “do you need money? permission to shag my daughter? what?”

pietro looked at him with disbelief, “what the hell does shag mean?”

he blinked at the speedster, “i- nevermind,” he took a bite off his shawarma, “talk now, maximoff, i’ve got work to do,”

“i’d like to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter,” pietro said slowly. as if once he spoke too fast, tony would explode.

well, he didn’t exactly. he just stared at him and straight out deadpanned, “no.”

pietro placed his cold drink down, “what?”

“you’ll never get my blessing ‘til the day i die,” tony huffed, sipping on the coffee pietro bought, going back to tinkering his prototypes.

the maximoff boy scoffed, “is it really necessary to be rude?”

“tough luck, speedy,” tony shrugged, “now, go. thanks for the snacks, though,”

pietro sighed in frustration, ruffling his hair to wring the pomade which was holding his dirty white strands together. he was about to speak up again but decided against it, smiling rigidly at pepper as he left.

“you’ve got to take it easy on pietro, tony,” pepper murmured, “he’s a good guy, he loves y/n so much. he looks at her like she’s his world,”

tony massaged the bridge of his nose, “i don’t know, pep, y/n’s my only daughter. i don’t think i could let go of her just yet.”

pepper laid his important documents on his table, “you’ve got to do it someday, tony.”

pietro walked into the avenger’s common room, loosening his tie.

“hey, love, what’s with the suit?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing, “i didn’t miss an anniversary, right?”

he smiled, sitting beside you on the couch, “no, no. just… trying on a different style,”

you chuckled, “o-kay then, do you want breakfast?”

he nodded, closing his eyes. you looked at wanda and clint, silently asking if they want some, too. after getting the answer you needed, you strolled to the kitchen.

“what’s got you in a foul mood, pietro?” wanda asked.

“did he say no?” clint asked, frowning slightly. as much as he hates to admit it, clint has grown quite fond of the boy, especially after the battle of ultron.

he nodded his head, opening his eyes to look at them, “i don’t understand him. he knows that i’m gonna marry y/n one way or another,”

“it’s going to take a while, maximoff,” clint clapped a hand on his shoulder, “tony’s just protective of her, you know she’s the only family he has left.”

he hummed, “yeah,”

dinner rolled on quickly, thanks to you. you’ve prepared dinner with pietro, it was a special recipe of your mother’s.

the meal with the avengers is eventful like usual. witty banters, scolding from steve, exchanging lovely memories.

“supper’s amazing, y/n,” your father praised, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “it’s been years since you last cooked this, why now?”

you smiled softly, “just thought pietro and wanda would appreciate a little something from home,”

pietro looked at you with adoration in his eyes. he gave you a quick peck on the lips, much to tony’s dissatisfaction.

after eating, tony volunteered to clear up the table, leaving pietro along with him.

“come on, tony,” he prompted, “i cannot live without her. love me or hate me, we’ll both be standing on the altar,”

“pietro-”

“or y/n and i will run away and get eloped,” pietro offered, smiling lightly at the billionaire.

“don’t you dare,” he glowered, “you’re even lucky i allowed you to date her, maximoff.”

“tony, you know i love your daughter with all my heart, and i know that you know that she loves me, too,” pietro said sincerely, “i’ll go wherever she goes, and she will do the same, too.”

tony gulped, “no, pietro. go, you’re getting on my nerves.”

“hey, dad,” you smiled, walking into his lab, “are you busy right now?”

your father stopped what he was doing and turned to face you, “no, never for you, what’s up?”

“i just… when did you realize that you want to, you know, spend the rest of your life with mom?” you fiddled with your necklace as you sat down, “or pepper, perhaps?”

“what do you mean pepper? pepper- pepper is not-” he stuttered, but you cut him off, “c’mon, dad, i know how you look at her. it’s the same way i look at pietro,” you shrugged.

he sighed, “i’ve always known that i wanted to marry your mother the moment we went on that first date. i guess the universe wasn’t content with how my life was going, so they took her away from me,” he looked at you curiously, “why?”

you smiled sadly, “i don’t know, dad. it’s just that, i’m already twenty-seven, pietro and i have been going strong together for five years now,” you laughed humorlessly, “i don’t know, don’t you think that now would’ve been the right time for him to pop the question?”

your dad just stared at you in guilt, he wasn’t speaking, so you continued to talk.

“i- i know that i shouldn’t rush things, just go with the flow, i guess,” you paused, biting your lip in thought, “but maybe he isn’t ready yet? i mean, we’ve said the words tons of times, we’ve talked about the future. do you think he doesn’t want to settle down with me yet?”

tony widened his eyes as he saw the tears gather in your eyes, so he immediately rushed towards you, bringing you into his arms as you let the tears fall from your eyes.

“no, no, sweets, i’m sure he wants to, maybe he’s just nervous?” he winced, the guilt eating him up.

you chuckled, wiping your eyes, “i don’t know anymore, but thanks for listening, dad,” you sniffled, “i gotta go, i promised to help wanda for her date with vision.”

he kissed your forehead before letting you leave. he sighed, “FRIDAY, call pietro,”

and in a blink of an eye, pietro stood in front of him, “what do you need?”

“you have my permission,” tony muttered.

“for what, exactly?” pietro questioned, though he had the gist of what he was trying to say. he just wanted to tease him, “oh, wait a moment,”

tony rolled his eyes as he watched the boy disappear and appear with a recorder in hand, “okay, okay, and… go,”

“you have my permission to marry my daughter,” he said, scoffing as he watched pietro speed around his lab, “but if you hurt her, you’ll also have the permission to be buried six feet underground, got it?”

“got it.” pietro smiled, running out of the room with a cheerful whoop.

tony shook his head in amusement, turning around to look at the framed photo of a younger you and him. he smiled softly. you’ll always be his little girl, even if it means giving you away to the human form of sonic.

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[sjw-publishings]

A Le’Silver Lining

Based on a story from Midas Touch, by @dumb-and-jocked

“Finish up pronto, or you’re fired.”

Aden sighed, he really wanted to get that promotion, the next step up the corporate ladder, but because of some desperate plea of a ‘millennial-life crisis’, he ended up revealing to his incredibly hot Boss...hoping he had been closeted this entire time.

He was wrong.

Recalling the many words and verbal insults from the strict CEO, it was far from a ‘privilege’ throughout these past few years.

And to be paid a similar wage while handling this douchebag’s laundry is just the icing on the cake.

All he wanted to do was to head towards the top with a faithful partner, but instead his arrogant boss reduced him to some laundry ‘boy’. He was in his mid 20s and treated like some joke.

“This is humiliating!”

Stuffing in the last few piles of clothes, he grumbled, but not too loud just in case his boss spied on him. Turning on the laundry machine as it whirled, done for the day...though not for long knowing how unreasonable that homophobe was.

Folding his arms, pocketing the white gloves he had to wear. As the douche puts it, ‘so he won’t catch the gay’. He rubbed his palms all over his youthful face, trying to contain himself from tearing over his demotion a couple of hours ago, hoping there will be a way to get some power back.

*Shone*

From the corner of his eye came a glint of something shiny, alone at the corner of the clothes basket was a singular watch, which was without a doubt very costly.

Not like his boss’s that shone gold, but rather one of silver. ‘A promising shine...yet dull’. One of the many insults that alpha would arrogantly scoff at him.

“Better polish this before he starts complaining about it.”

As he said that, he grabbed a cloth that appeared to his side and began polishing the accessory. Not realising how the watch voluntarily attached itself to his wrist as his eyes were laser focused on polishing the silver lining.

Le Silver Lining.

His fingernails began trimming themselves short, hands were bigger and more worn...yet eloquent. The changes trailed down his arms, tightening his biceps with lean muscle of a servant who had been tasked with numerous duties beyond laundry.

The boss eventually demanded more from him after all, as the shirt he wore had split into two, the lower layer ironing itself to his chest, sculpting his abdominals to six stones as two modest arches formed the front side of his chest, tightening as the solid foundation gets filled with pectoral muscle.

Starch blue Sleeves rolling down to his wrists, regaining the familiarity of a buttoned down as the upper layer rested over him like a navy suit jacket. He had to look presentable always, even if he was Mr. Conrad’s servant, especially when he had visitors.

Of course, his snobbish boss was always in control, living under his roof meant a rigid schedule with tons of tasks always needing to be done. Buttocks tightening...ensuring there will be no time for any poking from behind.

“He did give me some leeway though.”

Connecting his legs, as the stress pitched a tent beneath his trousers, which shifted to a more expensive quality that he missed, tightening on those knees in dark blue like his suit jacket, as he stood tall over 6ft, slightly shorter than his boss...but definitely the height of a man who was in charge of many things.

The man in the older twenties nodded, as with every swipe, the new reality of his situation became clearer and clearer.

His pouch rested comfortably in those briefs, which came with the uniform ‘to set ‘boys’ straight’ as so he proclaims. Being dedicated to his boss meant he had no time for a long term relationship, seeing men less and being forced to chat with women.

Though with the amount of ladies chatting with him....

“He has been exceptionally generous.”

Huffing out an arrogant flair, starting to appreciate his employer. Yes, he was bi-curious, nothing too serious though, at least with the men.

Plus the watch was, after all, a symbol of gratitude and position from the older male. Despite the consistent banter during his first few years, he really grew on him despite the excessive homophobia.

Because, it was as his boss said, working under him was a privilege.

Both things, he too had inherited from his long time boss. He did serve under him over 16 years, and while Conrad was demanding, he was absolutely generous, as long as one fits into his mould.

Which its something he slid on in perfectly.

“Still, not really my type, no?”

The age gap was less than a decade, but he was not interested in such acts with the man. Putting his foot down, shoes being polished into a prim and proper wing-tip, strictly professional like their relationship.

The strictness was something he did admire in a superior, alongside the pompous arrogance, he probably wouldn’t date the man even if he were gay! Despite it being so arou-

“Non non...what am I thinking?!”

His voice deepened, darkened. His nose wrinkled in disgust, disapproval to his more...’immature’ ways. Aging out to a matured thirty eight, as his skin took on a more elegant and healthy glow. Raised in the life of the wealthy, but with the humility of a servant.

They were simply, Sir and b...Monsieur. A Boss and his trusted butler, a respectable relationship between gentlemen.

Standing up straight, a posture he maintained throughout his years at the CEO’s house, shoulders filling up nicely on his uniform, buttocks being disciplined shut as though he vehemently made a decision to stay far from those kind of acts.

And of course, this choice was made solely on his own.

“Unacceptable, no?”

Smirking to himself, recalling the many rants from Sir Conrad about ‘faguettes’ and how disrespectful youths nowadays were, and the many nights they had fine women over as a result.

Giving a few combs to his hair, tight and thorough hairspray glued his slicked back cut to his scalp, maintaining it since he started as one of the servants in the mansion, the prim and proper look for someone who belonged underneath his employer, yet dashing enough to stand out for the ladies.

And of course, he had a level of authority unlike the supervisors of his boss’s company. Bringing his palm to his face, brushing against the dark brown bristles, stubbles, beard on his chin down to a more concentrated ‘chin strap’ as the locals call it.

Jaw sharpening itself to a cleft, moustache dressing above his upper lip, trimmed and twirled to the ideas from the CEO, with a modest patch of fuzz below his lower lip, mirroring his superior’s well groomed moustache.

Like a shadow, he would do as his employer says, and behave like him...with a Parisian twist.

The experienced servant giving a few final swipes to the watch with ease as the polished beam shone into his eyes, lenses. A pair of rectangular spectacles framed his new perspective, with utmost appreciation to his employer.

Brows arching downward, trimming away any resistance to the loyal affluence of the frenchman’s dark brown eyes. Pocketing away his hankerchief, he turned on the washing machine and made his way to the living room with a pre-prepared cart of treats.

Knowing, according to his watch, its tea time.

“As expected as always, Monsieur.”

Antoine bowed down to his waist, proud of his accomplishment of being second in command to the CEO of C.O.N. Corporations. And while he may not have a title like the fine gentlemen sitting at the boardroom, the Butler had more say in who stays than any of them ever could.

That enough was of satisfaction to the eloquent Parisian.

“Now if you would excuse us, we would like to have the rest of the afternoon undisturbed until a quarter past nine...”

As his boss said that, a fancy looking Madame climbed on top of him, and initiated an intense make out session like every other evening after a special occasion.

“Understood sir, enjoy your session.”

The french butler walked on auto pilot out of the room, leaving them to their heterosexual pursuits. Of course, while he was a fellow ladies man, he wasn’t going to steal the spotlight from his boss. He wasn’t a ‘boy’, but a ‘Monsieur’, and besides...

“Heehee~”

There was someone far more interesting on the staircase...

A french maid, dressed loosely in that typical frilly attire, winked at him. That cheeky vixen...she was literally asking to be painted, pulling his attention from his multitude of assignments to be done, and onto her.

Alas, the ladies do come first, his boss always encouraged his many trysts with women across the mansion, as long as he did a clean job.

And this blonde was no exception, most definitely another generous reward from Sir Conrad, something his eyes savoured by examining those pillows on her mattress.

Removing his glasses, he gave a dashing look at the lady, and daringly spoke.

“Bonjour Mademoiselle, Coffee, Tea, or me?”

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[elentiyawhitethorn]

feysand blind date

Loving Every Second of It

Fluff//3010 words

Feyre wasn’t sure what she was expecting tonight.

Lucien had set her up on a blind date with a friend of a friend and there was no way it wasn’t going to end miserably. Maybe Feyre would say something stupid and he would think she was weird. Maybe he would decide she wasn’t pretty enough or her clothes weren’t nice or she was just boring. Maybe some other woman who was everything she would never be would catch his eye. Maybe—

“I really hope you’re not still imagining ways this will end poorly.”

Feyre frowned. “Seriously, Lu, this is a bad idea.”

Lucien elbowed her. “You said, and I quote, “I’m done being a lonely spinster who’s too busy regretting my life choices to get laid.” Therefore I, as the good friend I am, decided to get you a date. And consequently, laid. So stop being a bitch. If it doesn’t end well, at least you put yourself out there, right?”

She sighed. “If it doesn’t end well, I will have to endure the long-lasting humiliation and despair for the rest of my life. That’s not something I’m inclined to want.”

“The only reason I’m still here listening to your self-pity is because I know if I leave you’ll chicken out.”

“And because I’m your best friend?”

“Yeah, that too.”

Feyre scowled and crossed her arms. “You don’t say that very convincingly.”

Lucien just smiled and gave Feyre a peck on the cheek. “You’ll have a good time tonight. Just be yourself.”

“But what if he doesn’t like myself?”

“He will. Azriel has good taste in people, as evidenced by the fact that he’s dating me,” Lucien stated matter-of-factly.

Feyre rolled her eyes but allowed a small smile to cross her features. Azriel had only started dated Feyre’s best friend a couple weeks ago, and she’d met the man a handful of times. It was his friend, Rhys, she thought he’d said, that she would be going on a date with tonight.

“It’s time to go,” Lu told her.

Feyre blinked. “Already?”

“Yes, don’t pretend you haven’t been counting the seconds. You’re such a bullshitter.”

A mournful sigh was all she gave Lucien before heading to the door. They had agreed to meet at the restaurant, a fancy, but also homey, little place downtown.

“Wait.”

Feyre almost growled out loud. If Lucien kept distracting her, she was going to lose her nerve.

“I’m driving you to the restaurant.”

Feyre spun around. “What do you mean you’re driving me? I was about to walk out the door.”

Lucien crossed his arms. “Yes, but that still leaves you with dozens of opportunities to turn back around. I won’t risk it.”

Feyre narrowed her eyes, but reluctantly allowed him to take her. The drive was unpleasant—Feyre would never admit it to him, but Lucien had been right. Had she had the option, she would have turned around by the time they pulled up at the restaurant. Feyre’s hands were clenched into fists to keep them from shaking.

She tried to think when she had become so nervous about dates. It probably had something to do with Tamlin. Tamlin was a bastard who had ridiculed and scorned Feyre subtly enough during their relationship that Feyre had begun to think of herself as worthless, entirely unaware it was his fault. She’d dumped his sorry ass after she caught him in Feyre’s own fucking bed with Ianthe, a “friend.”

Yes, that was definitely the cause of Feyre’s anxiety. She was never excessively social or flirty, but she had at least been cool and collected, as many guys noticed. Or they used to, anyway. Now she was scared to go on a single gods-damn date.

“Are you going to get out of the car, or are we going to sit here all night?” Lucien’s dry voice cut into her thoughts.

Feyre glared at him, not deigning to give a response other than a raised finger (try and guess which one) and getting out. She closed the door and turned around, checking her phone for the time before turning it on silent. It was only a few minutes before six-thirty, so he may or may not be there already.

Taking a moment—and making sure Lucien had already driven off—Feyre smoothed out her dress apprehensively. She was wearing a plain blue dress suited for a special occasion, but still simple enough not to be too flashy. Had she misjudged what to wear? Should she have with something more stylish? Or maybe more revealing, showing off more of her legs or breasts?

And her makeup—was it too plain? Should she have chosen better earrings? Should she be wearing more jewelry? Were her flats too drab?

Feyre almost wished Lucien had stayed to make sure she made it in the restaurant. Steeling herself for the inevitable letdown that tonight would be, Feyre went inside.

Before she had a chance to look around, she nearly ran into a man waiting at the entrance.

“Oh, you’re pretty.”

The man raised an eyebrow.

Feyre blinked. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” She was blushing and cursing herself for her lack of a filter.

Although, who could blame her? The man was dark-skinned, violet-eyed, and muscled, with dark, tousled hair and strong cheekbones. He was wearing an insanely hot dress shirt with the sleeves—the fucking sleeves—rolled up, revealing tattooed forearms. Pretty was a bit of an understatement.

The man was grinning now. The bastard probably had a lot of women telling him he was pretty. Feyre kicked herself internally.

“Well, if it makes it better, I think you’re pretty too.”

Feyre’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Um, thanks. I should… I have a date… with um…” She trailed off, the man smirking all the while. And then she thought of something.

“You’re Rhys, aren’t you? I mean sure, there are plenty of other people here who could be Rhys, but I have the worst luck, and telling my date he’s pretty totally qualifies as bad luck. Fuck, I thought we’d at least make it to the table before I scared you away. Oh shit, I’m just making it worse now, aren’t I?”

Rhys, or the random guy Feyre was assuming to be Rhys, smiled. Not condescendingly or rudely in any way, just more of an amused expression. “I am Rhys. Which I think makes you Feyre?”

Feyre nodded sullenly.

“It takes more than a beautiful woman complimenting me to scare me away, don’t worry. Why don’t we sit down?”

Feyre’s face was crimson, she was sure of it. She hadn’t expected a compliment from him after that little incident. She tried to think of what Lucien would say right now. Don’t worry, it’ll be a fun story to tell your kids. Okay, not helping.

Trying to turn off her brain, admittedly without much success, Feyre nodded once more and let Rhys lead her over to a table by the window. It was mostly dark outside, so the choice of seating only allowed to give them some privacy as opposed to being in the middle of the room. Probably not a conscious choice on Rhys’ choice, but Feyre quite liked it.

He also pulled the chair out for Feyre to sit. What a gentleman.

Feyre awkwardly fumbled with the menu, trying not to stare at Rhys’ beautiful face.

“Have you been here before, Feyre?” So much for that.

She looked up. “No, I haven’t.”

“I’ve been a couple times. Of course you can get whatever you like, but I would recommend the braised pork. It was delicious.”

Feyre bit her lip. “It sounds good.”

The waiter came over just then and Rhys asked for the braised pork for himself, then Feyre said to make it two orders.

He left, and the pair was left in silence once more. “So, Rhys,” Feyre said, making an effort not to be entirely silent. “Tell me about yourself.”

He smiled. “I work as an architect. I like reading, sightseeing, and talking to interesting ladies. How about you?”

Feyre snorted. “I’m an artist. I like, well, painting I guess. And jogging. And talking to handsome men, I suppose I should say.”

Rhys full-on grinned. “Tell me about your work. Is it just paint, or other types of art?”

Feyre answered his question, and then a few more. She tried not to talk too much, not wanting to take over the conversation, but Rhys showed such a genuine interest in her passion that Feyre could help opening up. By the time the food arrived, he knew her style, her favorite colors to use, her methods of gaining inspiration, and her opinions on some classic pieces that Rhys seemed to know more than the average person about.

Then the waiter interrupted with their meal. Once everything was served and Feyre had already dug into the pork, which was even more delectable then Rhys had let on, he asked another question.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you decide to try out a blind date?”

Feyre finished chewing, using the time to think about how to answer his question properly. “I ended a bad relationship a few months ago, and I’ve been a bit lacking in confidence since then. I guess I’m just sick of spending my weekends alone. What about you?”

“I’ve been searching for a relationship for a while. I’m interested in the idea of spending my future with someone, so when Azriel suggested a date with you, I jumped at the chance.” Rhys seemed to reconsider his words. “Not that I would be spending my future with you, necessarily.” He paused. “I mean—”

“No, I get it,” Feyre cut in, not wanting to hear any more of this. “I’m not the type of person you want to be in a serious relationship with.” She had known all along. Rhys was charming and handsome and smart and funny and there was no reason he would want to spend his life with her of all people.

Rhys’ eyes widened. “No, not at all!” he exclaimed. “That came out wrong. I was only trying to take it back so as not to pressure you. I didn’t know how much you’d be okay with hearing me tell you how interested I was in you after saying I’m looking for a relationship.”

Feyre blinked, surprised to find that it hadn’t been a dismissal. Surprised at more than that. “Oh.”

Rhys smiled, the first signs of nervousness shining through his calm demeanor. “I like you, Feyre. We’ve only been talking for fifteen minutes, and already I like you. And I’m not getting too ahead of myself by claiming you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Not nearly this soon; hell, I just met you. But I do think you should know what I’m looking for so we can end this before it goes too far. If you’re not ready for something like that, I mean.”

Feyre was stunned. Rhys not only liked her, but enough to tell her something like that?

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead, but I like you too,” she replied. And she meant it. Rhys was really nice, and very intriguing. She hadn’t considered what she wanted past a date. After all, she had been positive he would diss her by the end of it. But Feyre sure as hell wanted something with this man.

Rhys almost seemed surprised. “I’m not asking for commitment or anything like that. Certainly not on the first date. But maybe you can think over that later, and we can finish dinner now?”

Feyre smiled, still processing his words. “Okay.”

They dug in. There was less conversation than before, both because Feyre was too busy letting out content groans at the taste of the food and from the lingering awkwardness. But they did start talking more toward the end, Feyre snorting into her hand as she heard the end of some ridiculous story Rhys was telling her. By the time the waiter came over and let them know the restaurant was closing now, they’d returned to an animated conversation.

From everything to Rhys’ work as an architect to gossip about Azriel and Lucien to current events and old movies and bad jokes, it had crossed the discussion. Rhys was an exceptional conversationalist.

Rhys pulled out a wallet, but Feyre said, “We can split it.”

He glanced over. “I’ve got it, darling. Consider it my treat.”

Trying to suppress a shiver at the new nickname, Feyre said, “Really, I can help out.”

“Persistent, aren’t you? Maybe I’ll let you buy me coffee next time.”

Feyre knew he was teasing; there was no doubt he would refuse to let her pay next time. He seemed like the kind of guy to insist. Still, Feyre was more than satisfied with hearing that there would be a next time.

Disappointed with the fact they had to leave, but definitely pleased with how the date had gone, Feyre stood. Rhys walked Feyre out in silence, the latter surprised to find how long they’d been chatting. The restaurant was almost empty.

Feyre pulled her phone out of her purse.

“No ride, darling?” Rhys had raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“No, my friend dropped me off. He was worried I would flee if he didn’t actually bring me here himself.”

Rhys grinned. “Would you have fled?”

“Probably,” Feyre admitted.

“Let me drive you home. No expectations,” he added hastily at Feyre’s expression. “Just so you don’t have to wait out here. It’s getting cold.”

“Alright,” she agreed, very appreciative.

She’d sent Lucien a text and he had shot back a message letting her know he would be on the way. Feyre swiftly sent another text.

nvm rhys is dropping me off

Then she followed Rhys over to his car, laughing when he opened the door for her with a bow. Feyre wished she was the one driving; it would have been easier to keep her eyes off of him if she had something to focus on.

“Am I really that pretty?” So he’d noticed.

Feyre scowled. “Shut up.”

Rhys chuckled and glanced over, then turned his eyes back to the road. “I had a really nice time tonight, Feyre.”

“Me too,” she said.

The only words passed between them after that were directions on how to find Feyre’s apartment, fairly close to the restaurant. They were a street over when Feyre pulled a scrap of a receipt out of her purse, as well as a pen—Lucien often made fun of her having everything in her purse, but it was useful—and wrote down her number. They parked and Rhys looked over.

“So you don’t have to contact me through Lucien next time,” she clarified, handing him the paper.

Rhys smiled and put the paper in his pocket.

“Thank you for the ride, Rhys.”

He frowned mockingly. “What kind of person do you think I am, darling? Didn’t you know the good guys walk their dates to the door?”

Feyre laughed and mumbled something, getting out. Rhys stepped out of the car as well. But Feyre was starting to get nervous that Rhys was expecting something from her. Tamlin always had, after all.

They reached Feyre’s door and she stopped. But before she could say goodnight, Rhys seemed to realize why she was so anxious. He was too observant for his own good.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Feyre. I didn’t walk you here because I required anything of you.”

She flushed. “It’s not that I thought you would, exactly, I guess it just… been a while since I’ve met a nice guy.”

Rhys looked very sympathetic. “I understand. And for you, Feyre, I couldn’t care less if you wanted to drag me in your apartment and have your way with me now or wait a year to so much as kiss me. You’re worth it.”

There was no way Feyre’s face at all resembled a normal color. Or her ears. Or her neck. Gods, she was positively reeling.

“Really?”

“I had fun with you,” was all Rhys said.

Feyre barely noticed herself leaning closer. “Maybe a goodnight kiss wouldn’t be so bad.”

Rhys’ lips twitched and he assessed the sincerity of the statement. He leaned in slowly, giving Feyre every chance to back away, before planting his lips softly on hers.

Feyre melted into the kiss, obsessed with the soft feel of his mouth. It only last a few seconds, and Rhys’ touch remained featherlight. He pulled back, grinning.

“Goodnight, Feyre.”

She leaned against the wall for support. She was probably swooning. “Goodnight.”

One last smirk was all she got before he turned and walked down the hall.

Making it into her apartment, Feyre tried to process what had happened.

She’d met the man and made a fool of herself. Still, he had been nice and showed an interest in her. Then he had said he desired a serious relationship with someone, and she was a good candidate. There had been some more startled deer-like behavior on her part and some more suaveness from him. Then he had been super gentlemanly about not expecting her to sleep with him.

Basically, he was all Feyre could have wished for—and then some.

Feyre groaned loudly, throwing one of her flats at the wall. Then the other. She wasn’t sure why she was angry. Probably just because she’d been so ridiculous tonight. Or maybe it was the pent-up up hormones.

Feyre glanced at her phone, saw about a dozen messages from Lucien telling her to have fun and “be safe.” She threw her phone on the couch and grumbled about what a nosy little asshole her best friend was.

Then she slumped to the floor.

Feyre was going to spend the rest of her life mooning over Rhys and making a fool of herself, she already knew it. And she was going to love every second of it.

Oh, she was screwed.

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Chapter 11 - Friends

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Angst, Fluff

Summary: You convince Gojo to make up with your best friend and memories from the past come up. 

A/N: A wild ex-boyfriend appears! I am finally introducing the character and getting into some backstory. I got some smutty chapters coming up, which I am excited to share because I do love writing sexy Gojo X comments are always appreciated! 

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( Three Years Ago)

You cleared the plates in front of you as you made your way back to your kitchen. You packed the meal that you had taken the time to meticulously prepare, including the expensive steaks you bought this morning and the vegetables that you hand picked at the farmer’s market. As you opened the fridge to put away the items, you saw the row of vanilla cupcakes placed neatly on a pan, your shaky handwriting spread across each one that read “ Five Years ” with red hearts decorated on the extras. Suddenly, it all seemed silly how you took the time to prepare a surprise anniversary dinner for your boyfriend. You’ve both been together for so long but you still insisted on making every occasion special.

After you tidied up your dining table, you picked up the wine glass you have been nursing for the last hour and made your way over to your bedroom, where you sat on the chair next to your vanity. You removed the earrings that your boyfriend had bought you for your birthday, your favorite pair because they matched beautifully against your skin, and safely tucked them away in your jewelry box. You were disappointed that you made such a big deal out of tonight, feeling like a sentimental fool as you took a sip of your drink. Haru has been so preoccupied with work lately and the pressure of being in a highly competitive field was getting to him. Of course with the way things have been he wouldn’t remember that tonight was your anniversary dinner. You were trying to be mature about it but you couldn’t ignore that you were hurt. You glanced at your phone, reading 10:45 on the clock before finally giving up on the hope that he would show up.

You removed the dress you were wearing, a bold shade of orange that accentuated your body in all the right places - a dress that he bought you while you both went on a summer trip to Okinawa a few years ago. You changed into something a little more comfortable, throwing on a tank top and some loose lounge pants instead.

You heard your phone ping, a message popping up on the screen from Gojo.

Gojo : How did the dinner go?

You sighed to yourself, before plopping down onto your mattress. You tapped away at the keyboard, erasing each message a few times as you were unsure whether you wanted to vent or give him a brief explanation.

You : It didn’t…I think he’s still at work :(

Gojo : That sucks :\ Well, if you have any leftover cupcakes, I will gladly take them off your hands.

You: Nice try, idiot.

Gojo: I didn’t hear you say I couldn’t have any :)

When you didn’t respond to his message, Gojo followed up with another text that read:

Gojo: You okay?

You: I’m fine, I was just looking forward to tonight. I’ll get over myself. Tell me about your night, you can keep me preoccupied from my disappointment lol

Gojo merely responded with some eye emojis, a cheeky indication as to what he has been up to this evening.

You: At least one of us got some action...what’s her name?

Gojo: No idea, I was too distracted by her legs to care.  

You merely rolled your eyes at his comment.

You: It doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?

Gojo: I’m a simple guy, really…

You: …

Gojo: …

You: In WHAT universe?!

Gojo : Pshh, so mean to me all the time :(

You: With reason :)

You smiled when you sent that last text, grateful that Gojo came in at the right time with a distraction. You tried your best not to dwell on the dismal way your evening ended and instead continued to list off the many reasons why the word “simple” and “Gojo Satoru” did not go hand and hand with each other. Your conversation made time fly but that was usually the case whenever you spoke with your friend.

You were so lost in the playfully heated debate you were having, you barely heard the knock coming from your front door.

You abandoned your conversation to see who it was, surprised to find a massive bouquet of flowers greeting you on the other side.

“What…”

Haru peaked from behind the flowers, his sweet smile spreading as he looked at you with sad eyes.

“Happy anniversary!” he chirped, but you could hear the anxiousness in his tone. “ I know I’m late, I know I missed dinner…”

A deep sigh escaped him, as he slightly slumped his shoulders, extending both his hands out to you to pass the bouquet.

“I know this is a meaningless gift in comparison to whatever amazing thing you prepared, I know my efforts don’t even come close to yours, you always put so much care into everything you do. By the time I knew I was late, I was running around the city like a mad man hoping that someone, anyone, would be kind enough to open their shop for me so I would at least not come back empty handed…”

“Haru, take a breath…” you replied, hearing how quickly he was blurting out his words, something he usually did when he was nervous.

You took the bouquet from his hands, admiring the selected assortment of your favorite florals, all picked out by your boyfriend. You traced your fingers along each petal, some a little bruised and you could tell that these flowers were from  the leftovers of the day.

Haru approached you, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips.

“I’m so sorry . None of my excuses justify missing dinner tonight. I swear I am going to make it up to you…”

You tried to calm him down, running your fingers through his light brown hair and taking in every word he said as you remained focused on his hazel eyes. Your heart flutters thinking of him galavanting around the city in his disheveled work suit trying to knock on every florists’ door, a funny anecdote you will surely use against him in the future.  

“How do you plan on making it up to me?” You teased, noticing the way his brow raised at your question.

He pulled you closer into him, planting kisses along your neck before he brushed his lips against your ear to say, “I’m taking the weekend off, how does a nice trip to Hakone sound?”

“ Mmm, ideal… ” you replied, clutching the bouquet of flowers as he hugged you, “but if you keep holding me close, you’re going to ruin this lovely gift you bought me…”

“Then I’ll buy you another, and another, and another ...until I’ve given you enough flowers so that you can plant an entire garden,” he kissed you again, his fingers stroking the back of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m so sorry, baby…” he repeated, his voice wavering slightly from his second apology.

“It’s okay, work comes first. I know you have been busy and probably should have planned our evening with you instead of surprising you. But you’re here now and that's what matters.”

He nodded his head, finally untangling himself from your arms, relieved that you seemed to have forgiven him.

“ I love you so much.”

“ I love you too, Haru .”

You gave him a small smile, tilting your head towards the direction of your kitchen, “It might be too late for dinner but I baked you some cupcakes if you’re up for a little snack…”

Haru removed his blazer, carefully hanging it over his elbow before undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. He held your hand, following your footsteps as you led him into the direction of your kitchen.

“ I can’t wait to try them. ”

( Present)

“ You brought me here under false pretences …” Gojo grumbled, holding himself back as you tugged on his jacket.

It’s been four months since the two of you started hooking up and weeks since he and Rina have even spoken to one another.

After Gojo confessed that she knew about your relationship, you managed to find the time to sit down with your best friend for a heart to heart. The two of you had a ritual which included locking yourselves up in a room with snacks  and drinks until you came to resolve whatever conflict you were dealing with.

“I just don’t understand why you kept this from me,” Rina explained, before taking a sip of the mixed cocktail you both made.

“ You’ve been so overprotective ever since Haru and I broke up…it’s hard for me to talk to you because you start analyzing every little thing I do. Like when I told you I wanted to stop dating for a while, you kept insisting that I was making a mistake because I was running scared…”

“I also know you’re a hopeless romantic, and a few bad dates weren’t fitting this idealised version you have of love…” Rina pressed, “You got lucky with Haru, but diving back into the game takes time and work…”

“I know I was lucky. I know it’s not usual for the first guy you meet to be so… good ,” you replied, that word tasting bitter in your mouth, “But you keep pressuring me into something I am not ready for…”

“That’s not true!”

“Rina, you would take me out on “surprise” double dates when the two of us were just supposed to just be hanging out together. Whenever I talk about Haru, you shut down and change the subject immediately. I can’t even have a night out together without you herding every single eligible male and asking me my opinion…”

Rina sighed, “it sounds way worse when you say it out loud...”

“It’s like you can’t stand that I’m just… a little broken . I let Haru become a part of who I am for five years and losing him feels like I lost a part of me, and I am struggling trying to get that person back. You want me to be okay so badly it’s stopping me from opening up to you…”

Rina inched her way closer as the two of you sat side by side. A sigh escaped her before she spoke, “I’m not good at this…I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I just can’t stand seeing you so hurt. I know that he took a piece of your happiness and I am so angry that he did. I hate that he betrayed your trust, but more so that you haven’t been able to be yourself without him…”

She squeezed your shoulder before giving you a gentle reminder, “but he never defined you. You’re attaching yourself to the love you had for him. And you will find somebody else, somebody better …”

“Maybe but I can’t see myself falling in love again…at least not anytime soon…”

Rina rested her head on your elbow, “I don’t want you to ever think you can’t speak to me…we’ve lasted way longer than all the exes that have walked in and out of our lives…”

You were happy to mend this small fracture, one of the many that has tried to hinder your friendship.

You eventually explained your little arrangement with Gojo, watching Rina’s reaction closely and trying to pull the truth of what she  exactly  said to him.

“I may have thought you were dating, like seriously dating, and told him he wasn’t good enough for you. I am glad to know that you are not. We don’t need to trade one man whore for another…”

You laughed, “Gojo has always made it clear that he has no desire to commit to anyone. I’m not worried. Besides, we can stop our arrangement anytime we are over it.”

“Sooo, when might that be?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “right now, I’m having fun and I think he is too…”

Rina hummed, you could tell she was thinking about something but whatever ran through her mind in that moment she chose to keep to herself.

Even though you and Rina smoothed things over, you realised that neither she or Gojo tried to make an effort to speak to one another. He was avoiding her at all costs while she chose to ignore  the subject entirely. You still had no idea what was said that set those two off but you were over this cold game they were playing.

“Between your inability to handle any confrontation and her stubborn attitude, you two are going to drag this on for way longer than it needs to be…” you lectured.

You paused when you arrived at her store, staring up at Gojo with pleading eyes. “I don’t like being the reason why you two aren’t speaking… please just talk to her…”

Gojo whined, “throw it on my conscience instead, that way you have no reason to feel guilty…”

You furrowed your brows before letting go of him, but a thought passed your mind which gave you an idea, “Remember that thing you brought up the other night? Your little roleplaying idea…”

Gojo arched his brows from underneath his blindfold, surprised that you were even bringing this up. “ Yes… ”

You smirked, stepping closer to him without actually touching him at all. “If you do this for me then I'll happily return the favor…”

His eyes widened, his heart racing slightly as a wave of excitement rushed through him.

You could see he was contemplating your offer, finally scoffing in defeat. “You know saying no to you was a lot easier when you weren’t bribing me with sex…” he grumbled, as he begrudgingly walked passed you.

“You did tell me once that you were a man of simple taste…”

“And I vividly remember you disagreeing with me.”

“Thank you!” You called out watching him reach the handle of the entrance door.

“Just know I am expecting you to hold up your end of the deal,” he replied before making his way inside.

***

Gojo sat at the counter, the awkward silence hung heavy in the air as Rina waited for him to break the tension. When that didn’t happen, she sighed to herself before storming to the backroom of her shop.

Gojo waited for her return, his eyes widening when she finally reappeared with something in her hands.

“ I’m sorry for how I spoke to you,” she said, bowing in his direction and handing him some treats.

“Aww, Rina-chan, how did you know kikufuku was my favorite?” Gojo questioned, his tone softening his sweet words as he held the packet between his fingers.

“I heard it through the grapevine…”

Gojo couldn’t hide his pleasured grin.

You were always so considerate of everyone, going above and beyond to make them happy and paying close attention to the things they liked the most. You must have already spoken to Rina before he came here, playing the role of matchmaker between friends.

Rina definitely noticed his response.

“Thank you,” he replied as he opened up the packet, “I know your anger was coming from a protective place. I don’t fault you for it. Besides, you and I can happily agree on one thing…”

“What’s that?”

Gojo smirked, “she’s too good for me…”

Rina swallowed hard, mainly because of how sincere that statement actually sounded.

“I care about her…”

Gojo hummed to himself, taking a bite of the sweet snack. “And you think I don’t?”

“Can I be honest?”

“ Please. ”

“I am not questioning your care for her, I am questioning what your intentions are. I won’t apologize for not trusting you.  You promised me after she broke up with Haru that you wouldn’t make a move on her but here we are now…”

“I kept my promise.”

“You found a loophole…”

“It’s been three years…she’s allowed to move on.”

“Yes she is…”

“You know, I was surprised by how angry you got at her for keeping us a secret, especially since we both know that there are plenty of things you’re hiding from her right now. Then I started thinking that it wasn’t the secret that was bothering you, you just don’t want her moving on with me…”

Rina averted her gaze, completely surprised by how easily Gojo read her.

“Like I said, I don’t trust you…”

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the counter, “What did Haru tell you exactly?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I just want to know if you’re still adamant on convincing yourself that I am the bad guy or if you would like to know what actually happened between us…”

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CHAPTER 12 - MUSE

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