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alphabetbill · 2 years

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Axel Cluney Alphabet- Your relationship with Axel (Zeitgeist, deadpool2)

Here’s a list of headcannons from A-Z about what your relationship with Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist) would be like/include.

(Pretend Axel is still alive, and still in X-Force) (Movie version not Comic Version)

(Designed to be X reader)

Requested/suggested/inspired by @peakyrogers

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Note - if flagged with an *asterisk* that means it’s suggestive/NSFW

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A - Affection

Axel is affectionate, and a very silly guy. He’s not too good at being subtle and you think it’s funny.

The way he is affectionate is more casual and not necessarily intended to be affectionate, rather he just does it as an unconscious movement. Eg. sitting with one arm around you, kissing you, hugs, things like that.

He usually kisses you on the cheek before leaving to do anything at all, even getting up to get something or do something requiring only a few seconds of his time away from you.

Axel is definitely the cuddly drunk type. When he’s tired or drunk his affection rate skyrockets and he becomes basically inseparable from you.

He has a personality that is very much like a puppy, loyal and kind, but goofy. He can be protective, and also quite attention demanding.

Due to his ability to spit acid, he is very careful about anything he does around you and it makes him all the more sweet,

If you’re lying down on the couch, he will definitely sit on you until you move over.

B - Buying Gifts

If Axel were to buy you a gift off the top of his head without you asking or telling him what you want, he’d know instantly what to get you. Axel pays close attention to things you look at and things you like, and makes mental notes to remember to check it out later, even after you’ve forgotten.

He’s very sweet, definitely would consider buying a slab of beer as a gift.

C - Comfort

Axel is a quiet comforter. Big hugs. He would sit down beside you and let you vent to him for hours if it made you feel better because when you’re sad it makes him a little depressed. He especially is saddened when you don’t tell him what’s wrong because he doesn’t want you to suffer in silence but at the same time doesn’t want to pressure you into telling him.

Sometimes he lays down with you on the bed and lets you fall asleep, because sometimes sleep is the best medicine for stress.

He tries to cheer you up, cracking jokes until eventually he coaxes out that smile he loves so much. As soon as he sees that smile, he knows he has a chance at making you happy.

When Axel is tired or stressed, you like to make things easier for him by doing things he usually would around the house, and just holding him and letting him vent out his stress if he needs it.

D - Date

You and Axel aren’t particularly the type to go out on dates, but the ideal date for you and Axel to treat yourselves to would be to go out for dinner and then to see a movie, or to a bar for some drinks. Sometimes you go to arcades and compete against each other, or you go to amusement parks.

Sometimes you tag along on Axel’s missions with the X-force (even when he discourages it) particularly when he’s going to be gone for a long time.

You know how to handle your own and kick ass, but that doesn’t stop Axel from worrying about you constantly. Wade keeps nagging you to join the force and wants to recruit you, and you want to join, but Axel strongly disagrees. Maybe you’ll start your own? Who knows.

E - Encouragement

You and Axel are both encouraging of each other and what you do, but you often worry about Axel when he’s out on missions and you aren’t there. Axel isn’t a very serious guy and it wouldn’t take much for something to go wrong with him.

Axel adores you. Fricking adores you. His heart would stop if yours did kind of adore. He is very encouraging of your dreams and ambitions but is always worried, always keeping an eye out for you and ironically keeping you out of trouble when he’s the one in it. His position puts you at risk of harm from any enemies he may have.

Axel is usually fearless and quite reckless at the best of times, but always careful with you and wants you to be happy, but most importantly safe.

F - Fight

You don’t fight very often but when you do, it’s usually petty and because you’re both tired. You snap at each other until it gets on your nerves and you end up shouting. The funny part is that most of your arguments are completely dumb and so easily resolved but you are both too stubborn or lazy to just fix it.

When you’re mad at him, you make him sleep on the couch. Your apartment is cold, so that is usually the best way to lure Axel back and force him to apologize to you because after one night, he already misses you.

G - Gestures

Axel usually makes you breakfast, or breakfast in bed (particularly if you’re on your period). You sleep in at every chance you get and he’s always there to hold you and usually keep you there, trapped in his arms or underneath his weight, only letting you go after you threaten to pee on him if he doesn’t let you go to use the bathroom.

You hold hands when walking, or even just when lying down or sitting next to each other, as a reminder that you’re always close.

When he’s away and you aren’t there, you talk on the phone for hours when he’s available until you fall asleep on him.

H - How you sleep

Axel is a bed hog.

He moves around in the night and when he’s not half crushing you, he’s taking up the entire mattress until you are forced to use him as a pillow. He takes the duvet and you call him out on it, sometimes you wake him up just to let him know he’s being a hog and you want the blankets too.

When he’s not taking up the bed, yeah, he’s half crushing you. It starts out with the two of you going to bed, hugging with you against his chest and then yeah.

Axel definitely snores. He denies it 100% even if you give him proof.

I - Impression (first impression/how you met)

You met because Wade had asked you to help organize the X-force team, despite his best efforts to get you to actually join it having failed.

When you were sitting with Wade and Weasel conducting the interviews for the X-Force team, after deciding you had a bit of an interest for the guy, you suggested recruiting him and from there your banter turned into undisguised flirting and then yeah.

Axel thought you were hot stuff. He thought you were cute and he wasn’t going to stop until he had you under his arm. You at first had thought he was a bit obnoxious but he grew on you eventually.

J - Jokes

You guys have a few inside jokes, and always keep each other on your toes with quick remarks and comebacks. The banter is relentless but always good-natured.

K - Kids

At some point, yeah, Axel would love to have kids with you. You dream of getting a place together and raising your children. Maybe three kids, who he can share his love with evenly.

L - Love

Physically, Axel loves your smile. It lets him know you’re happy and content with him, and it’s always nice to know that he can be the cause of your happiness. Otherwise, he’s deathly in love with your stubbornness and your witty charm and round-the-clock ability to come up with a comeback for him at all times.

M - Memory/moment

Axel’s favourite moment with you had to be the first time he ever slept at your house, in your bed, just holding each other. It had been a long time since he had been so intimate with someone he cared about, and he was so glad it was with someone who knew who and what he was, and accepted it.

*N - Nudes*

Yeah. Especially when Axel is away on a mission, and is needy. That only encourages him and gives him a reason to get home safe so he can *ahem* see you.

O - Optimist level

Axel is a full time optimist even if he doesn’t seem like it. He’s optimistic but in his own way.

The jokes and the banter are a tell-tale sign that you guys are both pretty optimistic all the time.

Between the two of you though, you’re probably the most optimistic because Axel has the habit of overprotecting you from things he even remotely thinks might hurt you.

P- Period

When you’re on your period, Axel usually cuddles up with you all day, force-feeds you pain reliver medication if you won’t take it, and makes sure you’re at maximum comfort. He rubs your tummy and sometimes plants little kisses there.

He’s kind of bewildered at the fact you have to do this every month and you don’t die????

Axel calls himself a ladies man but he doesn’t understand women at all.

Q - Quality time

Quality time is usually spent in bed, doing nothing. Doing nothing except for being there in the moment. Quality time is also spend having sex, or more precisely, *making love* to prove your bond

R - Romantic

Axel is a hopeless romantic and has no idea what the hell he’s doing but he does it anyway. Everything he does is romantic because it’s the thought that counts.

*S - Sex*

Often. Usually every night but maybe you give it a miss every now and then. It’s usually passionate and fiery and needy, but then other times it can be slow and gentle, it really all comes down to what you’re both in the mood for.

T - Trust

You trust each other blindly, but of course sometimes there are moments of jealousy or bitterness towards others who might threaten your relationship. Being away so much of the time creates room for doubt, but at the end of the day he always comes home to you and you know that everything is okay.

Axel trusts you, maybe not with your own safety, but he trusts you deep down beneath all that protective instinct.

U - Understand

There are some things in life better left misunderstood, and the things and thoughts that run through Axel’s brain might just be one of them. You understand each other’s humour the most, and since the both of you have a similar profession, you understand each other’s strengths and weaknesses and work extremely well together.

W - Wedding

Your wedding would likely be small but severely awesome. The X-force would be there, Wade might shed a few tears or a few appallingly called for jokes, a LOT of alcohol and by the end of it you’ll be lucky if you can even remember. It might be minimalistic but certainly memorable, and it will definitely be nothing short of amazing.

*X - X Rated

Does Axel have any kinks?

I think he’d be down for a bit of domination stuff, but it would all depend on what you guys are in the mood for. He’s definitely primarily dominant in the bedroom but is perfectly happy for you to take over.

Y - Young and beautiful - how long will you last?

Oh, Axel can’t find anywhere in his list of plans where it mentions anything about letting you go. As far as he’s concerned you two a glued to the hip and anyone would have to go through hell before taking you from him. You’re the ultimate power couple and the X-force are perhaps even way more supportive of your relationship than what the two of you are.

Z - zing!

How’s the excitement level?

Fighting crime or going on other thrilling escapades together? Always on the run or always doing things that risk your lives? When does that ever NOT get hectic?

You lead a very exciting life together and it’s all very fast paced and action packed, so you had better be prepared for one hell of a ride?

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Thank you for reading!

Sorry this took so long to actually configure considering the request was put in a heap of time ago XD sorry! I forgot and I got side-tracked and y’know how it goes as an irresponsible writer. I’m hoping to re-start this list thing because I think they’re pretty fun and time-killing so keep up some requests if you may.

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authorred · 2 years

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Fanfiction Masterlist

My master list of stuff I've written. This'll be updated in conjunction with how often I publish stuff. Fandoms will be included over time--so if you want to see what I write, go to here

Hemlock Grove:

Roman Godfrey Relationship HCs

Hell's Gate (part 1)

Hell's Gate (part 2)

Hell's Gate (part 3)

Hell's Gate (part 4)

Hell's Gate (part 5)

Moon Knight:

Bitch series part 1

Bitch series part 2

Bitch series part 3

Obey Me!:

Obey Me! headcanons (all brothers)

Attack on Titan:

Pegging headcanons

Naruto & Boruto:

Boruto headcanon request

Boruto request part 2

Boruto headcanon request

Fairy Tail:

Laxus Dreyer headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Pegging headcanons

MCU:

Avengers React

Avengers React 2

Loki Laufeyson headcanons (NSFW)

Loki Laufeyson confession headcanons

Black Butler:

Pegging headcanons

Kengan Ashura:

Pegging headcanons

One Punch Man:

Pegging headcanons

Speed-O-Sound Sonic Oneshot (NSFW)

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid pegging headcanons

Spencer Reid relationship headcanons

Random Spencer Reid headcanons

Random Spencer Reid headcanons (NSFW)

Random Spencer Reid headcanons (SFW and light NSFW)

Break Me, Make Me Yours (Spencer Reid) (NSFW) |Part 1|

Run Boy Run (Spencer Reid) |Part 1|

Fluff Time (Spencer Reid)

Yandere Spencer Reid headcanons |Part 1|

Yandere Spencer Reid headcanons |Part 2|

Yandere Spencer Reid headcanons (NSFW) |Part 3|

Facefucking Spencer Reid headcanons (NSFW)

Sad/Grieving Spencer Reid headcanons

Shadow and Bone:

To Love Another (Kaz x reader, part 1)

To Love Kaz Brekker (Kaz x reader, part 2)

To Love One Another (Kaz x reader, part 3)

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse:

Miguel O’Hara Bondage Headcanons

Baldurs Gate 3:

Astarion Headcanons

Love and Deepspace:

Doctor’s Orders

Zayne Headcanons

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Hey gorgeous :)

Could you maybe write something with Ivar and Roman please? I kinda would be interested in them with being soulmates to a female reader....only if this would interest you?!

The Three of Us

Soulmate au | Modern Ivar x f reader x Roman Godfrey

Oh how I love this pairing and soulmate trope! Here you go @walkxthexmoon (thanks for your patience)

Words: 9,876 (holy crap officially my longest oneshot ever)

Warnings: some yelling and aggressive reactions, curing, mentions of sex/ sex life, sex scenes but I wouldn’t say smut like - i went a more poetic route, you’ll see, drinking

An: I do tend to write modern Ivar without his disability. This is not meant to offend anyone, or meant as erasure. It’s just my choice as a writer. So if this detail bothers you, I respect that but please move on to other works. We don’t need to argue or fuss about it. There are plenty of people who write modern Ivar with his disability. You’ll find many. Thank you 💕

Credits: some GIFs are mine, others are not. Credit to those creators.

Many little things made your life with Ivar and Roman special. Favorite places, songs, movies, sweaters, mugs - even Ivar’s camera. Ivar received a vintage camera for his birthday two years ago and ever since he took that thing everywhere.

The three of you have accumulated a collection of mini-movies. Your adventures and daily life caught on film. It was sweet. At first, Ivar didn’t let anyone touch his camera. Not that this mattered, Roman was always taking it anyway, breaking into Ivars photography room and putting everything back when he was done. It didn’t take Ivar long to catch on.

The two lived in one of the fanciest buildings in the downtown area. You nicknamed it ‘trust fund row’, it was where most of those kids lived, including the well off students of the nearby university and the mid-twenty to early 40-year-olds who had money to burn.

Both Ivar and Roman fit in this category. They came from money and have mothers who spoil them rotten. You’ve had to deal with their rich kid syndrome at times, but for the most part, Roman is the worst about it. Ivar, despite his family name and background, is the more down-to-earth of the two, but he has his moment too.

Even with the frustrations, and coming from different backgrounds, you loved them. Unlike the boys, you worked hard for what you had. Your family did okay, but you still needed a loan for college, thankfully, you got a scholarship too and it took some of the pressure off. You even worked the entirety of your college years at one of the popular cafes within walking distance of campus. It was how you met the guys during your freshman year.

While you made coffees, heated pasties, and in the evening hours served wine or beer, the boys were partying, still never lifting a finger for anything. College, like this luxury apartment you sit in right now, all paid for by their parents.

The first time you saw them, it was your 5th week of work. You were switched to the evening shift after someone called out. It was busy all day in that cafe, but at night even more so. It wasn’t as rowdy as a bar, since they didn’t serve hard liquor, but enough beer and wine can still have a very - noticeable effect on people.

Your boss was pretty strict about his ID policy, and since you weren’t 21 yet, you just served the drinks. Your supervisor kept a pretty close eye on you too, so sneaking drinks never happened at work.

With a full class schedule and a job, you didn’t have a lot of time for fun things. Even though you lived on campus. The most fun you had involved simpler yet fulfilling things like spending time with your friends, live shows, and things like that.

You didn’t know it at the time, but your life would change drastically when those two showed up that night. You were clearing empty glasses from a table when they walked by, you noticed them instantly and to your surprise, their eyes were on you too.

Everyone knew or heard stories about these two, Ivar and Roman, trouble makers, ladies men, party animals - you’ve heard quite a bit about them yourself and would spot them around campus from time to time.

The duo was, is, impossible to ignore. Tall, lean, well-dressed Roman who strolled into every room as if he owned it. He loved all the attention he got, he ate it all up. There were three kinds of girls on campus when it came to Roman, the ones he hooked up with and now hated his guts, the ones he hooked up with and though he never got serious with them, they keep coming back, and third the ones he hasn’t hooked up with, yet.

In contrast to Roman's golden boy looks, Ivar has more of a mysterious, dark, sultry vibe to him, he’s also stronger, and more muscular. Ivar is shorter than Romans 6’4, but not by much, just 4 inches. Both guys have chocolate brown hair and light eyes, but their eyes couldn't be any more different.

Ivar’s eyes you noticed first, something about them drew you in, you found yourself hypnotized by those enigmatic, breathtaking blue eyes. The sinister smirk he flashes at you from across the room didn’t help your racing heartbeat any.

Roman’s eyes are a beautiful green, like precious gems in the sunlight. Big chartreuse eyes that hold innocent almost puppy dog-like energy as easily as they hold desire and mystery. When you first saw Roman, his attractiveness aside, you also noticed his lips, his beautiful, full lips.

When the guys arrived, they went to the bar area which had the nighttime look now. You noticed the way the bartender, a senior, checks them out and you don’t blame her, the two of them were walking heartbreaks waiting to happen.

Throughout the night, you worked your section and went to the bar as needed, each time you and the guys stole a glance, each glance sent your pulse through the roof.

You never expected them to say anything, you had confidence, it wasn’t that. You just didn’t look like the type of girl the two usually had on their arm or hanging around, you were quite different. So an hour after they arrived, when the guys ended up moving to your section, it took you by surprise.

It was Roman who spoke first as both men observed you, you never felt more visible, more seen than under their hungry curious stares. As Roman spoke, Ivar leaned back in his chair, watching you. It felt like your skin was on fire, having just one of them look at you was exciting enough, but both?

When you returned with their drinks, Ivar finally spoke, in a very casual way, he asked what time you were getting off of work. And that’s how it started, the complicated, warm, exciting, streamy three-way (relationship?) you ended up in.

Late night drinks, all-day hangs, and crashing in each other's beds soon led to the friendship lines being blurred between you and both men. Any jealousy at the start, and it was there, was long gone by now.

As far as your heart was concerned, you loved them both, not that you were ready to admit it in the beginning. Falling for two playboys? Not you. But it happened, it happened fast.

As time went on, your longing for something more serious grew. Unofficially you had two boyfriends, but officially, all three of you were single and free to do as you choose. Though you never strayed outside of your little triple love nest, there was no reason to. Together, Ivar and Roman make your perfect guy.

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Now, with college in your rear view mirrors, Ivar and Roman still living in their fancy apartment, the three of you continue your unconventional story. You share Ivar and Roman. They share with you. Amazingly, there was never an official conversation stating labels, it just happened. Somehow, even though it’s crazy, it mostly works- or has been minus some hiccups.

Your non-traditional relationship has hit its fair share of hiccups and issues lately, even though you love them dearly, it seems like more bad times than good. It’s been weighing heavily on your heart and making you question if this was right for you or if they were right for you .

This was the very thing that drove you to take the test . The one that’s been causing all the rage lately. You can still remember when you saw the commercial. You were sitting on the couch, snuggled between Ivar and Roman as when it came on.

- Flashback -

The person on Tv: No more guessing. No more dating apps. Find your soulmate today.

You don’t know why at the time, but you held your breath as you watched. You even noticed Roman, who perpetually had his phone in his hand look up and raise a brow. When your eyes drifted to Ivar, he was staring at the TV wearing that amused expression he gets.

You diverted your eyes before either guy could see how closely you were watching the commercial. You reach for your phone and look at a random message. When your eyes were downcast, you heard Roman comment.

“What the fuck? I bet that's just some scam to get ass.” He shakes his head, eyes going back to his phone, “could you imagine? You’re my soulmate, let’s fuck.” He snickers.

Ivar chuckles to your left, “do you think that thing works?”

“Dude, of course, it doesn't. There’s no such thing.” Roman replied.

Ivar shrugged and looked at you. You felt his eyes burning into you.

“What do you think, hmm? Maybe it is bullshit. Maybe it’s real.”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, pretending not to care.

“It’s bullshit, probably invented in the old days to get into a chic’s 10 layers of underwear,” Roman tossed his phone aside, and it landed on the cushion. With a yawn, he stretched his arms over his head, “I’m hungry. Let’s get food.”

- Flashback over -

You’ve become so lost in your thoughts, and the memory, that it takes you a moment to realize Ivar is recording you. Normally, you didn’t mind the camera, but right now, you feel too overwhelmed by it. Your mind is heavy with the test, the recent issues you’ve been having, and the last two times you tried to get a serious answer out of the guys about what this is.

Sure, it was fun for a long time just going with the flow. But as of late, you’ve been craving more stability, and hearing the words “were just having fun”, “don’t be so serious just enjoy it” or “we’re exploring” was no longer fun or exciting, it was depressing.

Returning to the present moment, you lower your head and take the camera from Ivar, turning it on him. “No, let me play director.”

“Oh come on, I was getting the good stuff. You were so - reflective…silent…” He grins.

“It’s your turn.” You grin back at him as you zoom in on his face, focusing on those beautiful blue eyes. Those magical eyes that still pull you in, still hypnotize you years later.

The sweet moment is short-lived. You think about the test again. You officially received the results last night, but you’ve been too terrified to read them. They sat in an envelope in your backpack. As for the digital version, you hid the app in a ‘don’t open’ folder on your phone and avoided the email account you used.

The guys didn’t know you took it. You’d have to tell them. You had to tell them before they found out.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you focus on Ivar again. He makes silly faces at the camera, it gives you a much-needed laugh. You savor this light moment and make faces back at Ivar.

In the background, you hear Roman rummaging through the room for something, followed by a clicking sound.

“Stupid shit, “ Roman curses under his breath, “I need a lighter. Mine is dead.”

“You know I hate when you smoke in here, both of you.” You wag a finger at Ivar who flashes his puppy dog eyes at you.

Yes, it was technically their apartment, but you spent so much time here, you lived here too. The 4 bedrooms were way too excessive for just two guys. In college, Ivar turned one room into his photography room and the remaining room was just used by friends or when Ivar’s brothers visited until you came along.

Ever since, that last room, in between Roman's room and Ivar’s has become yours. It’s personalized and everything. But you did try to split your time between here and your actual apartment. You worked hard to have a place of your own and weren't ready to give it up yet.

After keeping it to yourself when you all first started dating, you eventually grew more vocal about the smoking thing and the guys eventually agreed to smoke on the balcony outside only. Except when they were feeling rebellious.

Roman walks by the couch and imitates your words in your voice before stealing a quick kiss. You watch as he continues his search for a working lighter. Across from you, Ivar puts the camera down carefully and grabs your hand, “Come here.”

He pulls you closer. You sit next to him and rest your head on his strong broad shoulder. It feels nice. A much-needed comfort for the storm brewing inside of you.

You and Ivar sit in blissful silence as he wraps one arm around your body. You loved cuddling both of them, each guy has something special about his touch and the way he holds you.

The silence is soon cut by a cold feeling. You feel the air shift in the room as a rock sinks in your gut, nervousness suddenly washing over you. It’s not until Roman storms into the room, holding the envelope, do you know why you feel this way.

Roman throws the envelope down on the table before you. You flinch and sit up, and so does Ivar.

“What the shit is this?!” Roman barks, his green eyes burning with anger. He leans over the table, lays his hands flat on it, and stares at you dead on.

Confused, Ivar’s eyes move between you and Roman before he grabs the envelope himself. He looks at you once more before opening it.

Your heart sinks. You hold your breath.

“What the fuck is that!” Roman points at it, still yelling.

Your eyes jump from him to Ivar. Sweat beads on your forehead as anxiety washed over you. You know the answer, of course, you do , but it doesn’t meet your lips. You just look at Ivar, then Roman, then at the contents of the envelope as Ivar examines them.

Ignoring Roman for now, because his anger makes you freeze, you watch Ivar. He slowly shakes his head. When his eyes meet yours, they’re heavy with disappointment.

“I - “ you inch closer to Ivar as he waves the papers, anger seeps into his eyes, “I uh - “

Roman aggressively lights a cigarette and shoves it between his lips.

“Your name is on it. It’s yours,” he takes a long drag and looks at Ivar, “it's yours. Why do you have that?!”

You swallow and cross your arms defensively. You practiced this conversation in your mind a dozen times, but right now you can’t even form words.

Roman forces a laugh, “ I’ll tell you why, shes’ fucking leaving us!”

Ivar looks up at him. The loving soft expression from earlier is not gone, his face is cold, still, dark.

“Roman I didn’t - “

Ivar carefully places everything back inside the packet and places it in your lap, “did you do this?” He asks, but you know, he knows you did.

You stand, moving away from both of them. Feeling overwhelmed, you head to the balcony and slide the door open, a fresh breeze rolls in and hits your hot face.

“I was going to tell you guys, I just...you weren’t supposed to find that.”

Roman responds, Ivar is still silent, “I was just looking for a lighter. You always have candles and shit, I knew you had one somewhere.”

You press your lips together in a tight line, still watching them over your shoulder, your body facing the balcony. You take a deep breath, then turn to face them, “yes. I took the test. I was curious. And no, I wasn't leaving you, either of you, I just wanted to know.”

“So what are we then? Are you bored already?” Roman grows increasingly hostile by the second, his tone more aggressive.

You glance at Ivar who takes a cigarette from Roman's pack on the table. He doesn't say anything to you, doesn't even look at you, and that somehow hurts more than Romans yelling.

Ivar walks over to the balcony, right past you, and steps outside to smoke. His back is toward you now. He feels cold, so far away. You step back into the apartment and lower your head. This is bad, this is bad.

Behind you, Roman continues to go off. Each word from his lips increases your stress and anxiety.

“Ivar, “ Roman stands in front of you, his eyes locked on yours as you stare back at him, “I wonder what else we don’t know about her. Lies. Secrets - “

“Roman just, shut up!” You yell, surprising yourself. The room goes so still, that you could hear a pin drop. Ivar turns around.

Roman does a double-take before sitting on the couch. He continues to smoke, his eyes on you the whole time. The anger in his face starts to melt into something else, if you look close enough, you can see a small pout on his lips.

Pacing, you push through the tightening in your chest and speak up, “I asked you, both of you, what this was,” you move your finger between you and Roman then you and Ivar.

Ivar puts out his cigarette, walks past you, and sits on the couch next to Roman.

You continue, “I know we’ve been having fun but I never know if one day it's just going to end, or if one of you will decide you’re bored with me and move on. So yeah, I took the fucking soulmate test.”

Ivar shakes his head, not saying anything, Roman continues to smoke his cigarette. The tension in the room, mixed with cigarette smoke, is making you feel dizzy.

It could also be a panic attack.

You push the thought back and walk over to the table.

“You both never take me seriously when I ask. I have a right to ask what this is and if it's sustainable.”

Neither one responds, they just stare at you. Needing to get out of the apartment, you snatch the envelope and retrieve your backpack. You can hear Roman shout from the living room.

“Going to meet your soulmate now?”

Rolling your eyes, you pause and look at the envelope again. The name of the test is right on the cover. You look over the items Ivar reviewed and notice inside is a single sealed envelope. The results. Ivar didn’t open it.

Your heart is beating so fast now, it feels like you can’t breathe. You shove the envelope in your bag, grab your charger, and zip it up. Tossing the bag over one shoulder, you grab the jacket on the hook and head for the front door, passing the living room in the process.

“You gonna fuck him? Or will he have to wait?” Roman hisses.

You spin around and charge into the living room,

“You are an asshole!” You say through gritted teeth. ”We’ll talk about this later when you've calmed down.”

Roman stares at you. Ivar sits back and crosses his arms. For the first time, you don’t feel welcome here. You don’t even want to be here.

Turning around, you head to the door, open it, and leave. Letting it slam behind you.

….

This is the longest you’ve gone without talking to the boys, your boys. You didn’t text them, they didn’t text you. You haven’t stepped foot into your second home for 4 whole days, almost 5.

You miss them.

You’re also pissed at them.

You kick yourself for taking the test and regret doing so. At the same time, you don't regret it. Even in the face of the test, you still didn’t get an answer. They just - stared at you like angry children.

Is it wrong you don’t want to “go with the flow” your whole life? Is it wrong to want no one else involved in your special little relationship? Your questions are valid. Upset or not, hurt or not, if they couldn’t give you answers, maybe a little break is needed before any of this is discussed further. After leaving that apartment you shoved the envelope in a drawer and continued to ignore the app.

It’s Thursday night now.

After a couple of hours at the bar with the girls, your frustration leads you to the fancy apartment, three rounds of drinks coursing through your veins.

Standing in front of the door, you knocked a few times, but no one answers. When you pressed your ear against the door, you hear a tv, a game on. Someone is in there.

“Roman! Ivar! Open the door, or I’ll use my key.”

No one answers.

Sighing, you dig in your pocket and retrieve your keys. You flip to the key with a purple sticker and unlock the door.

Once it’s open, you step inside the apartment hallway. It’s long, dim, the only light is coming from down the hall, to the left, where the living room is. You pass the kitchen, it’s semi-illuminated via the moonlight peeking through the window. You can see dishes piled up in the sink, take-out containers, and empty beer bottles.

Walking past the bathroom, you stand in the living room threshold. Ivars on the couch, laying back, playing a video game. It’s loud, most of the lights are off and he’s in his underwear, the couch blanket draped across his legs.

Ivar’s eyes stay glued on the screen for a second longer before he looks at you. He pauses the game and puts the controller down.

“Can we talk?” You ask, nervously shoving your hands in your pockets. The angry courage you had seconds ago is fading.

Ivar stares at you and takes his time responding. “Yeah.”

Taking your one word in, you enter the room fully and sit on the loveseat left of the long couch.

Ivar watches you sit and rolls his shoulders before asking, “Why’d you do it?”

You break eye contact and stare at the floor, “I would have loved to explain the other day. But Roman was being a brat and you just, you checked the fuck out.”

Ivar lifts his chin and crosses his arm, “you dropped a bomb on us.”

You sigh, “what happened the last time I tried to ask you both, seriously, what we are doing?” Your eyes meet his again.

Ivar sits back, arms still crossed, “I remember.”

“Neither of you took it seriously. You made fuck buddy jokes, Both of you.”

“You never got upset before.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, when I was 20, 21 - we’re not in college anymore. We are in our adult lives, Ivar. I’m a more mature version of that girl you saw in the cafe that day. You guys mean so much to me but I can’t lie to myself anymore. I realized I need more. Yes, you are my best friends, yes we have a lot of fun and good times, more good times than bad. But - “ you pause and take a breath, “I want…commitment. Real commitment and not feel silly when I want to talk about this stuff with you guys. Or like I’m killing the mood. I did try to bring all this up and you two brushed me off.”

You stop, trying to read Ivar’s expression. He’s still silent. Still holding your gaze with his intense stare.

“Ivar - I took it because I am frustrated. Because I’m not getting everything I need. My efforts to have an open honest conversation with you two was treated as a joke. So I was pissed and hurt. And angry. Plus, we just got over that two-month rough patch where shit was just - weird, with all of us. Put yourself in my shoes…sure, I should have tried to talk about the test with you all first but I have my reasons. I took it because I needed to know one of two things. Is there someone out there for me who can check all the boxes and if that person is one of you two, or not?”

“If it’s not one of us?” Ivar asked. “Then what?”

You start to reply then pause. As you think over your reply, Ivar’s blue eyes stay fixed on you.

“I have thought about that possibility. A lot actually - I mean, statistically neither of you have taken it right? So if it is one of you, I won’t have a match at all -”

“Who is it then?” Ivar asks before you can finish.

“I don’t - I didn’t open it,” you answer honestly, “I’ve been too afraid to see it.”

The answer seems to surprise Ivar. Readjusting on the couch, he kicks one leg up on the table and uncrosses his arms.

“Well, what are you waiting for. Check.”

He suggests this huge act in his usual calm tone, his unique accent always sounding sweet to your ears. But you can see he’s still upset with you, his walls are up. Even with barely any clothing on, he feels guarded.

The idea of opening the letter, or the app puts a sour taste in your mouth. Dropping your gaze, you break eye contact with Ivar a second time.

“Go ahead. Open it.” Ivar presses on.

“But you didn’t take it - “

“I know that,” he raises his brows as he says your name, “open it.”

Though it was fun downing those drinks, they feel anything but now, settling uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. You glance at Ivar once more before pulling out your phone.

Once the screen is unlocked, you dig up the app and open it. As the main page loads, a chill moves over your body. Your phone feels empty in your hands. Following the prompts, you reach the results scene, mouthing the words as you read them;

“No match at this time.”

5 words. One sentence.

It’s enough to help you breathe easier for the time being. You take a deep cleansing breath, your eyes drift to Ivar’s.

Feeling slightly better, you continue one of your earlier thoughts, “I was planning on telling you guys. I just needed time but Roman found it and freaked out. I wasn’t going to keep it secret and I wasn’t planning on leaving you guys.”

Ivar’s hard gaze starts to soften, he lowers his leg from the table. As he moves his arms to rest on his thighs, you watch his stomach and arm muscles flex. If it wasn’t for the tense situation, you’d be throwing yourself on top of him right now.

It was a treat whenever you found him like this, nearly naked, reclining on the couch, his delicious sculpted body on display. You calm the rising sexual thoughts in your mind and shift back to the more emotional subject at hand. The fact that you’ve been fighting back tears since laying eyes on him helps you temper your desires.

“Test or not, I can’t just…leave you two behind, you both are part of me,” you say softly, speaking in a lower tone, “and if It was some random person, I wasn't going to just run off with them. I would have talked to you guys first.”

Ivar sighs, looks you over, then pats the cushion next to him. You stand and sit beside him, facing him. Ivar leans forward, staring deep into your eyes, and says, “I believe you.”

A smile slowly builds on your lips. You cup his face with your hands. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Lowering your head slightly, you blink away oncoming tears. They weren’t entirely sad ones, you feel relief too. Ivar gently wipes the tears from your cheeks, his eyes never leaving you.

With every passing second, you feel more relaxed, you feel the tension leave your muscles. You didn’t know what you were expecting when you charged over here.

Even with your anger, you were afraid of losing them, especially Ivar.

Roman isn’t the only one with a temper, Ivar has one too. Ivar could hold epic grudges. In a way, his anger is the worst. Roman's anger is hot, fast, and explosive; like lightning, firecrackers, or a storm. Even if it lingered, it didn’t go bone-deep for Roman. But Ivar, Ivar’s is like poisonous roots of a tree, seeping down into the soil, to the foundations of the earth and gripping the very core with a death grip.

In your mind, you figured all of you would be upset for a bit but you’d mend fences with Roman first. Then, hopefully in this century, Ivar. So, it’s a nice surprise he’s being so gentle with you, so understanding. He hasn’t raised his voice at all, not once. Unlike Roman. As soon as your other love returns to your mind, you feel sadness and a sense of loss.

At least, you try to remind yourself, Ivar believes you. You still have Ivar.

As Ivar’s eyes move over your face, the remaining stress in your body melts away. Thoughts of Roman drift to the background as you focus on Ivar. The way he looks at you still takes your breath away, you find yourself under his spell in seconds.

Your gaze falls to his lips as he smiles at you and says, “I'm sorry," he pauses, "I love you.”

When your eyes meet him again, Ivar grins and draws you closer with his steamy gaze. You find your body inching forward, same as his. When Ivar rests his right hand on the side of your neck and gently yet firmly holds it, an intense warmth moves through your body, your cheeks grow hot. Desire floods in, taking hold of you as his lips meet yours in a kiss.

Ivar’s kisses always leave you breathless, and this one is extra special. Maybe because you’ve been apart for 5 days, or maybe because he was afraid of losing you too - Ivar spells you with his lips, his touch, the way his hands move over your body. As the kiss intensifies, you feel your hearts reconnecting; you feel the broken connecting mending, becoming stronger than before.

When the heated kiss breaks, you and Ivar stay close, holding each other as you catch your breath. Stimulated and breathless, you run your hands up and down his arms while gazing lustfully at his beautiful face, “I love you too Ivar.”

The way Ivar’s eyes light up at your words makes you smile and before you know it, he’s kissing you again, pulling your body beneath his on the couch. The second kiss leads to an ever-heavier make-out on the couch. Your hands explore each other bodies as you lose yourselves to passion.

With emotions high, and the two of you longing for each other, Ivar wastes no time taking you back to his bedroom. Being with Ivar again, though it’s only been 5 days, feels like the first time. It feels like a cure for your sad heart, it feels like heaven.

Ivar is the perfect blend of rough and sweet with you, with your body. From the very start, he’s always been an intuitive lover and he worked your body and awakened all your spots like no one else could. In his large soft but firm bed, your body pressed beneath his, you happily and excitedly give yourself to him.

Ivar’s kiss, his touch, the way he fills you - it's like a drug, you’re utterly and completely intoxicated by him. As you look up at him, your hips moving together, you can barely believe this is real, that Ivar is real. Ivar feels the same way.

He has to remind himself to go slow, to take his time, to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. But he slips, speeding up, going harder, it's impossible not to when you feel the way you feel, smell the way you smell, when you look at him with those eyes - the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen.

To Ivar, you are perfect, a goddess, a dream come to life. Clothed or unclothed you are a work of art and he needs you to know it, to believe it, to feel it. Ivar tells you with his kiss, his hands, his lips, by the way, he fucks you and looks you in the eye. Each purr, each moan, each breath that leaves your perfect lips makes him fall harder for you, makes him love you more than he already does. Your name is signed on his heart, now and forever.

Needing more of you, needing to be deeper inside of you, Ivar changes positions, guiding you where he wants you. The moan that leaves your lips is sweet music to your ears.

He loves you

He's sorry

He should have listened

He loves you

He loves everything you do

He loves every sound and word that leaves your lips

Ivar already has your heart, you already love him and when you fall asleep in his arms, your bodies warm, sweaty, and buzzing with euphoric bliss, you love him even more.

…

When you wake next, the room is pitch black except for the moonlight streaming through the window. You let your eyes settle in the dim room before crawling out of bed.

Though Ivar’s room has a half-bathroom, you don’t use it, you don’t want to wake him. He’s sleeping peacefully, so you decide to quietly leave the room and use the one in the hall, closer to your room.

Roman found this apartment first, he chose it for the view, which to be fair is fucking amazing, and he liked that it’s the deluxe top-floor apartment of the building. Roman loved feeling like a king and this ridiculous apartment gave off that vibe.

Naturally, Roman took the gigantic master bedroom and its attached full bathroom for himself. Ivar was living with his brothers Hvitserk and Ubbe at the time, then moved here, taking the 2nd largest room. When negotiating one of the rooms as his studio, Ivar used the whole “you have a full bathroom I don't" thing in his favor.

Your room is the smallest of the three (well, it's not that small really) and doesn't have a bathroom, but you didn’t mind. It was nice having your own cozy nook here, even if it was small. Besides, most of the time you were sleeping in either Ivars or Romans bed anyway or falling asleep on that massive wrap-around couch they have in the living room.

Thinking about both guys, you finish up in the bathroom and consider peaking into Roman's room. Letting curiosity take over, you do so quietly and find it empty, he wasn’t there.

Your heart sinks a little. Where is Roman? And was he coming home? He hated to guess what a sad angry Roman could be up to; he was the most self-destructive of the two. He was better with you two in his life, less reckless but who could say he wasn’t doing something stupid right now.

Closing the door quietly, you return to Ivars' room and climb into bed. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body close to his. In no time you fall asleep again in his arms.

…

3 Days Later

Finishing up at work, you put the last of your things in your bag. One of your coworkers peeks her head into the room,

“Hey I meant to tell you, your boyfriend was hanging around but didn’t come in.”

You crook a brow and look back at her.

She laughs, “oh, yeah, I should clarify, the really tall one who likes to wear black….Roman.” She smiles at you.

“When was that?”

“About an hour ago, sorry I got swamped and thought you may have seen him yourself.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“No problem…” she lingers in the doorway, “what's the secret? I wish someone could tell me they saw my boyfriend out front and I could ask, which one.” She chuckles.

“None of it was planned, I can tell you that.” You respond, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Normally you would laugh at something like this too, but only one-half of you was happy right now.

You still haven’t spoken to Roman. You gave in and texted, then called, and got nothing in return. Just dead silence. Top-tier cold shoulder treatment. So right now you can’t find it in you to laugh about it with her.

You’ve mostly been at the boy's apartment, a mix of making up with Ivar and hoping to see Roman walk through the front door. But he still hasn’t come home and is ignoring Ivar’s texts too.

In the back of your mind, you feared, for a fleeting moment, Roman was in trouble somewhere. He did drive fast when he was upset and got in the habit of getting in fights when he had steam to blow off. Maybe he pissed off the wrong person? Or got a DUI?

It was one of the reasons you were late to work today, you were looking up arrest records and news reports, hoping to not find his name. Ivar did try to calm you, he had a valid point, if Roman Godfrey got in trouble it would A, be all over the place, public news or B Oliva would get him out of it in 5 seconds and he would have come home. Ivar guessed Roman was out self-medicating and would come home in a day or so.

Hearing Roman was outside like a stalker instead of responding to your texts was pretty on character for him. It also confirmed Ivar’s suspicions were right. By the time you say your goodbyes and head outside, Roman is nowhere in sight, not his very loud, very ‘Roman’ car. This likely means Roman is finally back at home.

Instead of going 20 minutes south back to your place, you head to the guy's apartment. On the elevator ride up, you stare at your phone. The Soulmate service has been sending you emails, but you don’t open them. You swipe and delete, just like you have with the other ones.

You decided to not worry about that right now. You wanted to fix things with Roman before anything else could happen. The last few days with Ivar have been great, but it still feels like your other half is missing, you need Roman too, you want Roman too.

Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you get off on the last floor and walk to the door. Taking a deep breath, you lift the key and slip it into the lock. Before you can turn the key, the door swings open, nearly taking you with it.

“Look who it is.” Roman hisses, he crosses his arms, blocking the doorway.

“Roman.” You regain your footing and look up at him.

He frowns, “how's your new boyfriend? Is he good fuck? Better than us?”

Cursing under your breath, you throw your hands in the air, “Roman please, can you just stop? I don't want to fight with you!”

You and Roman lock eyes, staring each other down. Roman takes a step back first, then shrugs. “You're the one keeping secrets.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, take a breath, then push your way inside, knocking past him as you do.

“What the shit?”

“I need this cleared up, now. I don’t care if you’re in a bad mood, hungover, still drunk whatever. Just sit down, shut up, and listen.” You toss your bag on the floor.

Roman’s brows come together as he watches you. He closes the door and walks past you, then sits on the couch. The expression he’s wearing now is like a little kid who just got yelled at.

“What were you doing at my job?” You ask hands on your hips.

Roman reclines back, a defiant look in his eyes. “ I can go anywhere I want.”

“You’re such a fucking brat.” You stay stern, rooted in place. You and he are having this talk now, whether he likes it or not.

Roman breaks eye contact first and digs in his pocket for his cigarettes. Just as he’s about to pull it out, and you’re using every ounce of control you have to not go off on him just yet, he grabs his phone as it makes a sound.

“Can you put that way for a bit, we need to talk Roman.” You sit on the couch a few inches away from him.

Roman’s green eyes meet yours briefly before he looks at the phone again. He’s sulking. He’s still very pissed. Annoyed. you watch as he swipes something open and his eyes grow wide at what he’s seeing.

“What?” you ask curiously.

“Shit, I fucking matched.” He lowers the phone, bringing his eyes to yours.

“What?” You ask again, not sure you heard what you heard.

Roman rubs the back of his neck, his eye darting to the phone, then to you again, “I took the stupid test today...” he trails off, watching the emotion in your eyes, “I was so mad at you I -”

You break eye contact and looks down at the phone in his hands. Sadness washes over you.

What kind of pandora's box did you open by taking this fucking thing?

You wish you never took it.

You hate that commercial.

You want to erase it from your memory.

Now Roman would be gone forever, your Roman.

You feel your spirit, your sense of hope, your assertive energy you walked in here with all melting away. Clearing your throat, you stand up and move away from Roman.

“I’ll leave you to that then.” You barely get the words out, your throat feels dry. A numbness starts to mix with the sadness, slowly reducing it until you no longer know how you feel.

Roman lowers the phone, confusion on his face as he watches you walk away. When he calls your name, you stop and look back at him.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” You say.

Roman stands too, “I only took the stupid thing because…” he pauses, thinking about something, “did you look, who is it?”

“I don’t have a match.” You say the words are ever sadder out loud than in your head. You feel your shoulders curving forward like your body is making itself smaller.

“Shit, I’m sorry, fuck,” he scales the distance between you in no time with his long legs and cups your left cheek with his free hand. His eyes search yours.

You shrug, pretending not to care, “it’s fine.”

“Hey, “ Roman whispers your name so tenderly you feel your chest expand, “don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. It’s fine. It’s not the end of the world.”

Roman shakes his head, “ you know what, fuck this stupid test, the whole thing is - fuck it, I’ll delete it right now - “ Roman swipes at the phone with one hand, while caressing your cheek with the other.

When his eyes drop to the phone, he mutters under his breath and goes still. He opened the results instead of deleting them.

Not wanting to see who this person is, you take a step back and divert your eyes.

“I took it, I won’t rob you of knowing so just - look, it’s okay.” You cross your arms, fixing your eyes on a painting on the wall.

When you hear nothing but silence, you bring your eyes back to Roman who is staring at you.

“Don’t be a brat, come here.” He grins and presents the phone.

“No, I don’t want to see it.” You wave your hand in the air before you.

Roman walks over to you, “just look at the godamn phone will you.” He shoves it closer and you grab it reluctantly.

Even when the phone is in your hands, your eyes stay locked on Romans. He urges you once more to look at the phone.

“Fine.” You drop your gaze and read the email, your eyes freeze on the name. The phone nearly slips out of your hand, Roman catches it.

When you look at him again, his smile fades, “you wish it was Ivar?”

“Why would you say that?” You ask, still processing what you saw.

Roman starts to make a joke, then stops. He radiated confidence and to those who didn't know him, they would never guess how insecure he actually is. He had his moment, and this is one of them.

“Hey, look at me,” you grab his arm, his eyes meet yours, “listen to me closely okay, don’t say shit like that.”

Roman just nods, but you can tell he’s still feeling doubtful.

You pull out your phone and find the deleted emails, quickly opening one you see you have a match. You open the email and hold it up to Roman's face.

“Do you see that?” You point at the name and photo, his name, his face. Then at his phone where your name and photo appear.

Roman forces a smile, “so, you’re not… disappointed it’s me?”

You shove your phone back in your pocket with a sigh and drag Roman over to the couch. Once you are both sitting, you hold his hands in yours.

“I know you and I have more fights than me and Ivar. And you know there are things you do that I don’t - agree with but it does not, at all make me love you less. I love you, and I love Ivar. You are part of me, same as he. I feared not seeing either of you as my match, that scared me the most. I don’t want some stranger or some new person.”

Roman relaxes as you speak, you can see a light returning to his eyes.

“I’m not leaving you, I wasn't secretly planning to break up with you. You just didn’t give me a chance to speak, to explain. I love you so much but you have to do better, okay? We need to be able to talk about things without you freaking out.”

Roman nods, hearing everything you are saying. Roman wraps his arms around you, holding you tight in his arms. He takes a deep savoring breath and buries his head in the nook of your neck.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers against your skin. You rub his back and close your eyes. You missed him, you missed his scent, the way he feels.

The two of you sit there quietly, just holding each other and breathing. There's so much to say, you two have so much to talk about but right now it just feels so good to be held by him, and hold him back.

Roman moves first, leaning back so he can look at you, “ I miss you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Roman.”

Roman smiles wide, it reaches his eyes. You missed that face, the look of happiness illuminating his handsome features. Roman strokes your cheek as he inches closer. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your eyes locked on his.

You watch as Roman stares at your lips, strands of his hair fall into his face, and you gently smooth them back. Roman's eyes close at your touch, he loved when you touched his hair. He would often lay in your lap and request it.

You feel butterflies in your stomach as your foreheads and noses touch. A tingly feeling moves over your body. Roman locks eyes with you again while grabbing your hips, he pulls your body closer to his until you’re nearly in his lap.

“I was afraid - “ he starts, stops, then starts again, “I was afraid I lost you.”

“You didn’t lose me,” you brush your lips against his, “I’m right here Rom-”

Before you can say his name, Roman's lips meet yours. You move your hand to his shoulders as the kiss deepens. The taste of his lips mixed with his scent and his hands on your body is dizzying. You feel a tingle down your spine mixed with nervous excitement.

As you kiss, you feel love blossom in your body, you feel the threads of your heart repair themselves. Roman wasn’t an easy man to love, but you do, you love him completely, endlessly, fully. You heard once that some soul mate connections weren't easy, maybe there’s some truth in that.

As you part for air, Roman stands and offers you his hand. He walks you back to his bedroom, body pressed against yours as he plants kisses on your neck, the sides of your face, and on your shoulders.

The moment you step foot in his bedroom, you’re kissing again and pulling clothes off each other. When your naked bodies meet the mattress, Roman takes his time tasting you, worshipping you, devouring you.

He makes sure he leaves no part of you neglected, no area of skin devoid of kisses - everything disappears as you lock your legs around him, his cock deep inside of you, his perfect thrusts sending you closer and closer to your peak.

As your bodies move as one, in a rhythmic sensual dance, Roman whispers praise against your hot skin and declare his love for you in between heated kisses. Each time you pull his hair and run your nails down his back he groans, losing himself further in you.

The sweet release comes as reach your apex of desire. Roman continues to fuck you through it until he comes. Catching your breath, the two of you lay still, savoring the wave of ecstatic pleasure as he moves through your bodies.

Roman gazes at you with heavy lids. He needs you. He loves you. He's going to try his best to be better, for you.

…

Your body is utterly but blissfully exhausted, you rest your head on Roman’s naked chest and drape your arm across his body. You feel him hum contently under you.

Roman skims his fingertips over your skin, following the length of your arm. Under the tangled sheet your legs are wrapped around each other. You don’t know how long you’ve been in this room, or how much sex you’ve had at this point, you just know that this is exactly where you want to be.

“In the beginning,” as Roman starts speaking, you lift yourself so you can see his face, “ I did see other people, sometimes, not a lot. But over the years it’s just been you, “ his eyes are clear, honest, “I only want you - since you have Ivar too I thought maybe I’m not enough so I tried seeing other people. I can't. They’re not you.”

Touched by his confession, you move up his chest to get closer to his face, and you plant a kiss on his lips, “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t tell you, I should have told you. I guess the jokes were my way of…dealing with it. I know I fuck up, I fuck up a lot. I’m sorry. I’m trying. I’ll keep trying to do better.”

“Good,” you and kiss his lips again, “ I believe in you. I know you can. Since I’ve known you, you have grown as a person, I’m really fucking proud of you Roman.”

He smiles and touches your face, his other hands still lingering on your ass under the cover. He loved praise, he lit up each time.

“We gotta tell Ivar.” A worried look flashed on his face.

“I know, we will. The sooner the better, I think. Tonight?”

Roman nods and shifts his head on the pillow, his eyes still on yours. Your mind starts to drift as you think about Ivar. It feels like one big problem was just resolved but now you had to tell Ivar about the test, about Roman being your match. It would crush him, even if he denied it or joked about it. You didn’t want to hurt him, you didn’t want to hurt any of them.

“I’ll just go out there and tell him I win. End of conversation.” Roman boasts with a grin.

“Are you crazy, he’ll stab you. Or throw a knife at you,” You were joking, half-joking. But you also know Roman loves Ivar, they joked around a lot and gave each other shit, but still, Roman wouldn’t want to hurt Ivar either. He was a lonely rich kid with no real friends before Ivar. Roman is just as attached to their little triangle as you are.

You continue, “we talk to him at the same time, and give him all the space he needs to digest it all. Yeah? And make it clear that I’m not going anywhere, you either. It’s the three of us, just as it's always been, just… a better version.”

Roman grins, “sorry I was distracted by your perfect tits. What was that?”

“Oh god,” you roll over on your back and laugh.

“No, I was actually listening though, and looking at your tits, “ Roman lays on his side too, his eyes full of adoration as he studies you, “it’s a plan.”

As you start to rise, Roman pulls you back to bed.

“I want more cuddles.” He demands.

“Okay, you can have all the cuddles you want.” You melt against him and close your eyes.

After a few minutes, he speaks again, “you know you don’t have to work that job. I’ll take care of you. I mean it. Anything you want. You don’t have to work again.”

“I don’t want to be a kept woman,” You run your fingers through his hair, “but thank you for the offer.”

“No don't think of it like that. Let me take care of you. I’ll do it. Ivar too. Between the both of us, you’ll have anything you ever need.” Roman rests his head against your chest. “Think about it.”

…

When the two of you finally leave the room, Ivar still isn't home. After checking the fridge, you settle on take-out. Since Roman needs more cigarettes, he offers to pick them up and get his smokes at the same time.

After Roman leaves, you sit on the couch and look for a movie to watch. When the door opens again, you lower the remote,

“That was fast.”

Ivar comes into the room and you feel your heart sink, it must show on your face because the way he looks at you changes from excitement to confusion. Ivar’s observant, he’s always been and you know he knows something is wrong.

He drops his gym bag on the floor and walks over to you.

“What is it?”

You sit up and frantically search for anything to say in your mind, anything but the test.

As Ivar sits next to you, you crumble under his gaze and spill the beans, you spill everything telling him about the test and Roman being your match. You’ve never talked so fast in your life and when the last words leave your lips you don’t feel lighter or relieved, you feel worried, and scared.

Ivar reclines back, his eyes focusing on the tv absentmindedly.

“Ivar, say something.”

He smirks, but nothing about it is warm, “something.”

“Ivar, don’t shut down on me, please,” you grab his face, making him look at you, “I know taking the test started a lot of shit but I can’t take that back now. All we can do is move forward okay. You know how much I love you, love isn’t even a big enough word. I’m not going anywhere. You still have me, I still have you.”

He takes a slow breath, eyes locked on yours.

“You, me, Roman. That’s all I want. It’s the three of us, and no one else. If you want that too, if you are okay with that, then let’s just move past this test okay and go back to our normal.”

Ivar presses his lips together in a tight line, and his jaw tightens. You can tell he’s battling with himself. Part of him is upset and jealous. The other part is okay with all this and happy to move forward.

“The three of us, “ you repeat softly, “the test gives you one person, yeah? Well the way I see it, and their research out there to back this up, a person has more than one soul mate so the test, in a way is only half the story. I have two soul mates, I know it, you and Roman. I don’t need a test to tell me that.”

Ivar smiles. He caresses the side of your arm.

You move closer to him, “tell me what you want, Ivar. Please?”

Ivar takes a moment to think.

He loves you.

He loves you more than he ever thought he could love a woman

Before you, Ivar didn’t think he could fall in love or have a relationship, but you changed all that. In fact, Ivar fell for you hard and fast and stopped seeing anyone else within the first year.

You made Ivar better, whole, you softened him up in good ways. You made him realize aspects of life he was missing and now can’t live without.

Learning to share you wasn’t easy for him, but one day it clicked and it just - worked. Ivar made a choice years ago that he would rather share you than lose you, and now, as he stares into your eyes and feels your soft hand against his skin he knows his mind remains unchanged.

Ivar suddenly pulls you beneath him on the couch and litters kisses on your neck and face.

“You’re not getting rid of me that fast.” He smiles against your skin before planting another kiss.

“Good, “ you wrap your legs around him and rub his back, you can feel the sweat under this shirt, “you are very wet and stinky.”

“And you smell like hot sweaty sex, so we’re even, “ he sits up, still pinning you beneath him, “well, almost. Romans had you all day, you’re mine tonight.”

Turned on by his words, you grab his collar and pull him down into a kiss. The front door opens and closes. Caring a bag of food, Roman peaks inside of the living room and laughs, finding you and Ivar making out on the couch.

“I guess the talk went well.”

Ivar breaks away, looking at his friend, “very. I know about the test. It’s cool. But she’s mine tonight, and tomorrow. And the day after." You quirk a brow as you listen to Ivar.

Roman chuckles, “we’ll see about that” he winks at you and heads to the kitchen.

Ivar stands and helps you off the couch, “ come on let's eat.”

“I’m starving.” You wrap your arms around him, walking behind him to the kitchen.

Over dinner any tension is gone, the three of you talk and laugh. Ivar and Roman make jokes and take verbal jabs at each other. It’s perfect, it's just as it should be. You feel happy. You feel at peace.

After dinner, the three of you watch a movie on the couch. You take turns cuddling with each of them during the movie, with stolen kisses in between scenes. After dinner, Ivar takes you into the bathroom where you share a very steamy shower before settling in his room for the night.

You fall asleep like a baby that night and look forward to tomorrow and the rest of your life with the two men you love.

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Thanks for reading😁 @walkxthexmoon maybe? @punkrocknpearls @youbloodymadgenius

#modern ivar #modern ivar x f reader #Roman Godfrey #Roman x f reader #ivar x roman x f reader fic: the three of us

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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All Other Characters ~ Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Angst = ❤︎

Fluff = ✿︎

Smut = ⚠︎︎ (minors DNI please)

Dark themes = ☾

Personal fave = ☆

Oneshots

Drabbles

I’m No Kid ❤︎⚠︎ (Dean Winchester x F!Reader)

Quickie with James Keene ⚠︎ (Kinktober 2022)

Blood Kink with Roman Godfrey ⚠︎ (Kinktober 2022)

Praise Kink with Sam Winchester ⚠︎ (Kinktober 2022)

Pegging with Hughie Campbell ⚠︎ (Kinktober 2022)

Choking with Dean Winchester ⚠︎ (Kinktober 2022)

Headcanons

dividers by @firefly-graphics | consent / feedback banners by me

#stranger nightmare #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader

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dazedvivenne · 2 months

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Hi luv, i hope you're doin well. Kindly write a oneshot story of roman godfrey and/or the Marquis Vincent de Gramont? Surprise me about the ploooot, pls. Thank uuu!

I don’t do suprises, if you request something and your saying

“Surprise me”

“Can you write smut with Rafe Cameron”

And you’re not specific, chances are I won’t write anything for you lmao.

Anyways REQUEST ARE OPEN.

#smut #ezra miller #kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #drew starkey smut #drew starkey #kai anderson #evan peters #rafe cameron #kit walker #roman godfrey

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signify-nothing · 8 months

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I feel like I followed you because of a fic you wrote

Huh. Any fanfic I have ever written has stayed between me & god, with the singular exception of a long deleted oneshot about Roman Godfrey getting a wolf tattoo. But we pretend that didn't happen. It would honestly be wild to me if anyone remembered that or chose to follow me for it.

#followers #fanfic #fanfiction #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #i mean technically all my novels are roman godfrey fanfic but it's a secret

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Razors | Roman Godfrey

Warnings: Self harm, suicide attempt, blood, may be triggering for some readers

Roman had a collection of razors.

He liked to use them to draw blood. Since he had became a fully fledged upir, the hunger to do so had only grown.

When you were tidying up the bathroom cupboard in your shared home, you found them.

They were fresh. New. Sleek and silver, holding temptation in their glassy reflections. Yet you had to try and deny them.

But their richness made your eyes glint with selfish ideas. If you were to use a single one or mere two, how would your beloved know?

One cut couldn’t hurt, if anything, it would make you feel better. And so you grabbed a single sharp rectangle, seating yourself against the tub, drawing a single line through your weak flesh.

It was ridiculous how easily a human could harm themselves. The fact made you think it was all that you were made for, and so another swipe left and indent down your arm, a red line following its path.

There was blood caught on the edges on the razor, staining the metal as though it had been dipped in red wine.

It was difficult to stop, and so you didn’t. Not until your eyes grew blurred and your hand became limp. Your body lay there, hanging on for life, blood draining out of your limbs.

Roman got home. He smelt blood, it was fresh and tastingly familiar. Most of the time, he’d have assumed you had nicked yourself whilst shaving, but the amount prodded his nostrils far too much.

He knew there was a mass of blood before he even saw the state. He could hear it pouring out, dripping upon the floor and staining the white tiles.

There was only one thing that he could do in this situation, remain calm and see the sight for himself, and if it were as bad as he expected, call an ambulance to drag your easing body away to be fixed.

The upir ran up the stairs, when he reached the bathroom, tears sprung to his eyes. Not only had you cut into your own flesh profusely, but you had used one of his razors.

A large part of the fault was upon him, he kicked the metal away, coming to kneel before you. He couldn’t lose you, he loved you, he picked up your face, watching as your eyes subconsciously flickered.

He couldn’t fix you, but he could try. There was only one number that he could call, and pray that they arrived in time.

If he didn’t need smooth skin and a clean face, none of this would have happened. You’d be scarless, and would be safe from any angle that his stoney exterior held, whether it be emotional or metal.

#roman godfrey imagine #roman x reader #roman godfrey x reader #roman imagine #roman godfrey x you #roman godfrey oneshot #hemlock grove x you #hemlock grove oneshot #hemlock grove x reader #hemlock grove #hemlock grove imagine #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgård imagine #bill skarsgård fanfiction #bill skarsgard

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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I Get Off On You

PAIRING: Roman Godfrey x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hemlock Grove

WORDS: 753

SONG CHOICE: I Get Off - Halestrom

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Roman had been watching you for a while and he knew your routine, you noticed he has been watching you, so you decide that maybe a little show was in order. Having known him before you used to work for him, so you had his number and decided to text him after the show.

TW: Smut | Slight Stalking? | Female and Male Masturbation

IMAGE CREDIT: Google I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THIS GIF. If this is yours or you know who the creator is please INBOX me and let me know. Thank you.

My Masterlist | Taglist

REQUESTS: Temporarily Closed

Watching you get home, he knew your routine. He knew you'd go home and greet your cat. He knew you'd feed your cat get yourself a bottle of water, go do a workout in your living room, yoga, maybe palettes. After that, you'd eat some sort of healthy dinner today was a Thursday, so perhaps fish and a small salad with a glass of white wine, and then you'd sit on your couch texting your boyfriend, then you'd shower, then bed. It was always the same- it never changed.

But tonight was different; after a shower, for himself, he decided to sit in front of his window and watch you. The way you stretched during your workout, the way your hips spread, and the way you were so flexible caused him to get a little excited. Licking his lips, he decided to pay close attention. Grabbing a chair and taking a seat in front of his window, he paid close attention to what you were doing. This time, it was more than observing for him; this was intimate, or perhaps just a self intimacy.

Letting out a breath, he followed the rest of your routine occasionally- you'd look in his direction, almost like you knew he was watching. Part of him hoped you were. Licking his lips, he leaned forward, watching you closer as you decided to sit in a different spot on your couch, facing him with your legs spread a bit, chuckling; he shook his head and took out his phone, and scrolled through some social media.

Getting up, you move to the shower; this time, Roman notices you have left open your bathroom door, tilting his head- he licks his lips and made himself comfortable, watching your hands move over your body as you washed. Your skin wet, slick, his hands twitched, wanting to touch you, run his hands over your curves, to smell you, taste you. Letting out a low growl, he adjusted himself in the seat and looked over you as you wrapped yourself in a towel.

You moved to sit on the edge of your bed- and stared at the window, watching him as he sat there and watched you. You spread your legs and run your hands over your thighs. Smirking, you stand up and bend over, placing your forearms on the bed and lift your ass, spreading your legs, and with your left hand, you move it between your legs, feeling yourself. He growls and feels himself stiffen. Looking over you, he gets closer to the window and drops his pants and boxers. Watching over your shoulder, you notice the weather change, it started to pour, thunder and lightning.

The lightning had caused his body to light up, and you noticed he was hard; taking that mental image, you bite your lip and begin to play with yourself. As he watched you rub your clit he gripped his cock and started to stroke the warm flesh. Moving your hips back and forth, he followed suit, almost as if he were behind you, in his mind and yours he was. You begin to moan softly, and his breathing picked up.

Your fingers work your clit a bit, feeling yourself get wet, you drive two fingers deep into your pussy, and your other hand grips the blanket tightly. Roman places a hand on the windowpane, and he begins to stroke himself faster. Fingering yourself quicker, your thumb rubs your clit, and you arch your back, exposing more of yourself. His hand grips the windowpane and himself tighter as he yanks himself from base to tip, feeling the pressure. He runs his hand through his hair as he watches you.

"Fuck, come on, girl. Tell me how good I feel." He tells you, though knowing you can't hear him, he listens to the voice in his head, telling him how good he feels. Picking up speed, you both let out a moan together as you grip your breast pinching your nipple as it rubs against the blanket, your fingers working their own bit of magic; you get close to your climax.

It didn't take much longer for both of you to find your finish before you climb under your blankets, and he leans against the window, cum dripping from him as he watches you, licking his lips- he lets out a soft breath. You pick up your phone and send a message. His phone goes off; he arches a brow and picks up his phone.

Same time tomorrow?

Tagging: @coraline-scarlet

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ HTCHNR's 1K DRABBLE EVENT!

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alphabetbill · 2 years

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A-Z lists and other thingos

I'm in a writing mood and I promise I'm gonna start actually posting some of the A-Z lists that some of you have requested XD I'm also opening up imagine/oneshot prompts with the following characters/people;

Bill Skarsgard

Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove)

Henry Pearl (Battlecreek)

Mickey (Villains)

Mark (Assassination Nation)

Clark Olofsson (Netflix version, just to be clear)

Zeitgeist/Axel Cluney (Deadpool 2)

Willard Russel (The Devil all The Time)

Dane (Naked Singularity)

Or if you could give me a prompt, I might even be able to come up with my own character to use in the A-Z list or story. Please DM your suggestions and I'll do the best I can to knuckle down and finish some other ones. Since I started on Tumblr I've done frick all and I'd like to change that now that I have a bit of time.

#bill skasgård #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey #henry pearl #battlecreek #hemlock grove #mickey villains #assassionation nation #clark olofsson #zeitgeist #deadpool 2 #willard russel #the devil all the time #naked singularity dane #oneshots #prompts #requests

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kn1feinthec0ffee · 4 years

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bisclavret - roman godfrey

roman godfrey x werewolf!reader

warnings: it’s weird that i don’t have to put anything here after writing a few things in every part of in too deep but this is PURE FLUFF

notes: this is probably ooc for roman but he has a soft side somewhere i just know it 🥺 also i came up with this premise ages ago and i’m kinda proud bc i think it’s one of my most original ideas so i really hope you guys like it

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you slowly trotted back towards the rumancek residence, ducking past trees and over the creek. you spotted roman asleep in the hammock and gave him a little greeting lick on the hand. he stirred, glancing down to find the culprit. a grin made its way onto his face when he realized it was you, giving you a pat on the head.

“you freaked me out a bit, i thought you got lost or some shit.” he mumbled, looking up at the sky. it was nearing noon now, so it was a bit unusual for you not to have become human by now.

“shouldn’t you be - well, you by now?” he asked in confusion. you let out a low whimper, your ears folding back in fear. “are you scared?” you licked his palm again, answering his question.

“come on, let’s head inside. i’m sure you’ll be back in no time.” you huffed, following him inside.

peter was asleep on the sofa, dead to the world after his transformation took it out of him. you whined, resting your snout on his thigh, but he still stayed asleep.

“what the hell are you thinking bringing her in here like that?” lynda piped up from the kitchen. you sniffed your way towards her, following the scent of bacon on the griddle. you stood up on your hind legs, your front legs pawing at her for some food. she tossed one to you and you busied yourself by quietly gnawing on a strip of bacon while roman smiled down at you.

“look at her, does she look dangerous? she’s practically a puppy.” he smirked when he heard you growl at him. he gave you a patronizing scratch behind the ears but you couldn’t find it in you to complain.

“well if you’re sure she’s so harmless, why don’t the two of you stay in peter’s room until she transforms?” she suggests. you headed down the tight hallway, hopping up onto peter’s cozy bed and waiting for roman to lie down.

“am i even gonna fit on this?” you pawed at the sleeve of his jacket in a silent plea for him to lay next to you. “alright, alright, i know.” he stripped down to his wife-beater and boxers, finally flopping down beside you.

roman leaned his upper half against the wall and ran his fingers along the soft fur of your ears. he pulled a cigarette out of his altoids case, whipping out a match with the full intent to smoke it. you growled in warning, but he didn’t seem to care. he made the motion to strike the match and you smacked the box out of his hands before he could do it. he reached down to pick it up and you barked at him as if to say ‘don’t even think about it’.

he raised his hands in innocence, putting the contents back into his case. “i’m just putting it away! relax you fucking narc.” he sighed, slipping the case back into his pocket. “i should’ve known you wouldn’t let me smoke. what do you expect me to do, just sit here and cuddle you when you’re not even you?”

you plunked your head right onto his lap and nuzzled against him, absolutely. “you’re so fucking irritating,” he huffed, but you knew he didn’t mean it. he just didn’t want to admit that rough and tough mr godfrey had a soft spot for a little puppy dog that also happened to be his girlfriend on a regular moon.

after a few beats of silence, your fears had time to build up in your mind. what if you never turned back? what if you were stuck like this? would you have to leave your whole life behind? you let out a low whine, placing a paw on roman’s chest.

“hey, it’s gonna be okay.” he murmured, picking up on your cues. “you’ll be human again in no time. and if you’re not, i’ll just convince olivia to let us adopt you as the family dog.”

you bit at his hand, snarling at the ridiculous idea. he laughed and resumed stroking your soft coat. “you’re right, i’m much more of a cat person.”

you let out a low whine and crawled on top of him, curling into his warmth. all cozy and comfortable, you soon fell into a heavy sleep.

roman, who had also fallen asleep, let one eye peek open as he felt an odd shift in the weight on top of him. he was suddenly wide awake when he noticed the sight before him; while you were sleeping you had changed back, now naked and shivering from the lack of fur to keep you warm.

he shifted ever so slightly, gently maneuvering himself to grab his jacket. he moved slowly as not to wake you up, though at this point with how sound asleep you were, not even an earthquake would’ve woken you. he draped it over your shoulders and pulled the covers up over you.

roman pulled you closer, softly running his fingers up and down your spine. as he felt the softness of your skin underneath his fingertips, an immense feeling of relief washed over him. he was joking about the situation earlier, mostly to make you feel better, but also to ease his worries. truth be told, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself without you, but it seemed he didn’t have to worry about that any time soon. “there’s my girl.”

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i really like this one a lot and i hope you guys do too 🥺

tags: @emmyrosee @jadelynlace @babyboy-cody @hecohansen31 @bill-skarsgard-owns-my-ass @stevesharrlngtons

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey fluff #roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey oneshot #roman godfrey fanfiction #roman godfrey fanfic #roman godfrey fic #roman godfrey hemlock grove #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgård character #my writing

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Writing round up

September 2022 - March 2023

Most recent round up

Previous writing round ups

💫💫💫Feb 2023 updates 💫💫💫

✋🏾 = on hold coming eventually unless noted otherwise

🌸 = complete

💜 = actively in progress

Complete (oneshots, fics, etc) 🌸

***See more at @artemiseamoon-updates (more than I can list here) ***

A lighthouse in the dark (triple frontier, Ofc, the boys)

Make it out alive (ft Frankie and Will, part of Frightfest) - triple frontier

After this is over (Calderoni, Slate, Walt &crew) - narcos mx

A hermits journey (Jax, brother omc fc Garrett h.) - Soa

Nocturna sanguine (my indulgent vamp fic based off an original short story of mine. Ofc fc is Kat Graham ft modern Ivar and Roman Godfrey)

Milk & Honey (werebear Bjorn x ofc | Vikings)

Flirting with Danger (narcos Mc Ramón x reader)

Milk & Honey (Werebear! Bjorn x ofc)

Under a Golden sun (ft Benny and ATJ as an omc)

Outshine the sun (extended) (Frankie x ofc ft. Benny)

The Barmaid & the Spaniard (Pero Tovar x plus! F reader)

Neptunium (vampire John Wick x f reader)

Wisteria & moonlight (ft my Ocs and werewolf Will miller and Benny miller)

Previously started & In progress 💜

Original

Damage control (see link below)

Triple frontier

Damage control (ft private security Frankie)

Every breath, every heartbeat (will x ex fiancé oc) ✋🏾tba

Sweet Melancholy 👋🏾 tba

Mayans

Have you even seen a vampire

Narcos

Sin (Miguel, Pacho, RC) ✋🏾 tba

Playing with Fire (Poison x f reader/Oc) ✋🏾 tba

My world and yours (Barron x ofc coming mid January) - ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Reflections in the mirror (April or May 2023) Javi x ofc ✋🏾

Ezra

Werewolf Ezra x huntress Nyx - queen of poisons

Marcus Moreno

Tell me no lies ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Pero Tovar

the terms of enchantment -✋🏾(May 2023)

Ricky Hauk

It’s all poetry (Ricky x ofc) 👋🏾 tba

Vikings

Untitled - King Harald ( his pov to this) -✋🏾tba

When night comes - incubus Ragnar -✋🏾tba

Deep in the woods, the Goatman lives Satyr Ubbe -✋🏾(May move yo Halloween)

New to my masterlist!

Ryan Corr

HOTD

Ser Harwin

Laena Velaryon

The Gray Man

The Sandman

Chris Hemsworth

On the road (movie Garret H.)

Maurice Compte

Chopping block, might get canceled

MCU - what comes next -✋🏾

Not canceled but not sure when I’ll start again

Some kind of blue (Thomas Shelby x ofc)

Writing celebrations, challenges

Frightfest -✋🏾

Writer Iron Chef 💜

Writer Wednesday ✋🏾

Other challenges

* on hold, creator had left tumblr but I’d like to finish these after I get some wips done , also see pinned post

Vikings x

Triple frontier /Soa crossover x

Finished fics & almost finished fics

🦋 remember

Previews post to tumblr (minus some exceptions) and full work only posts to A03

I do not do taglists

Reblogs mean more and do more than likes

Minors DNI , this is an adult 18 + account

I do not do requests anymore. That era is over.

I mainly reblog others via reblog accounts. Saving; @artesreadinglist | read @arte-is-now-reading | narcos home @narcos-narcosmx | gifs, art, etc @adrikamoon (I have some others too, these are the main ones) main is for random stuff, personal, my previews, etc

Update only account @artemiseamoon-updates

I don’t do tags, but you can follow there. You can also subscribe to select works or follow me on A03

#writing round up #most recent

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pollenallergie · 4 years

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Spoils of Love

A/N: I wrote this really quickly a couple nights ago at like midnight because I wanted to write it down before I forgot it. It’s short and probably not the best in terms of grammar and sentence/paragraph structure, but I’m still proud of it. Also, side note, Sugarbaby!Reader x Roman is definitely a new obsession of mine. I would like to maybe make a series of oneshots and blurbs about it based on requests like ill-skillsgard does for Faith x Faust and dreamtherapy did for Axel x Kitten. I know I always ask for people to send requests and stuff and its probably getting a little annoying. However, if anyone does have any Sugarbaby!Reader x Roman stuff, please send it my way!!

Pairing: Sugarbaby!Reader x Roman Godfrey

Description: Roman loves to spoil you. One of his favorite things to buy for you with is quality lingerie.

Warnings: mentions of sex, the world “incestuous” is used once, mature language, a tiny bit of angst (if you squint)

Word Count: yeah... uh I wrote this down in the notes app on my phone and I’m much too lazy to copy and paste it over to Word to check the word count so I have no idea what it is, sorry.

When it comes to lingerie, Roman loves anything Art Deco, preferably silky; bonus points if it’s a dark shade of crimson, a sultry black, or, in contrast, a pure white, a delicate cream, or a pale pink. It's no secret that he prefers the finer things in life, he is rich after all. He showers you with attention and extravagant gifts; designer dresses, spontaneous weekends away in Europe, lavish lingerie, silky sleepwear, pearls and jewels galore, and just about everything and anything else a woman could dream of. You made it a point in your life to not be overly materialistic, but with Roman that was nearly impossible. He enjoyed spoiling you, whether that be with gifts, verbal praise, exquisite sex, warm cuddles, last-minute vacations abroad, his undivided attention, or all of the above.

Roman was rarely a selfless, loving man, but with you he found it hard not to be. After all, you had changed his life. When he’d first met you, he was a lonely, pessimistic, previously incestuous billionaire with trust issues, anger issues, and an unwanted child. Of course, most of that was at least still partially true, but he’d gotten much better. You’d unintentionally taught him that he was capable of being loved and that he deserved to be love as well as to appreciate the time he has with people rather than to push them away out of fear of them abandoning him or dying at his expense, to love his daughter despite the tragic and despicable events that brought her into this world, and to move on from his fucked up family so that he could properly enjoy his life. You’d shown him the brighter side of things and introduced him to genuine, wholesome, romantic love, and he could not be more grateful.

One of his favorite ways to express this gratitude to you and unconditional love for you was to whisk you away for a lavish weekend in either Paris, the city of love, or Milan, the city of fashion and elegance. These weekend trips would be filled with decadent food, afternoon shopping trips, lazy mornings in bed, the best sex of your life, and many other finer things. These trips also often resulted in numerous additions to you already massive lingerie collection. Filled with fine silks, 24 karat gold and elegant silver clasps, detailed lace and embroidery, shiny latex and pvc, soft cotton, custom-made corsets, high quality mesh and tulle, non-irritating pasties, bras and panties of all styles, numerous matching sets, many elegant individual pieces, and all other sorts of lingerie and sleepwear. It was safe to say you had far more lingerie than you did everyday clothing, not that you were complaining.

Roman certainly wasn’t complaining either. Coming home after a long, hard day of work to you parading around in your silky slips, camisoles, lounge shorts, and robes was one of his favorite things in the world; so was stripping you bare of your elegant lingerie so he could take you any way he wanted to. Roman also loved how much more confident you seemed to feel when wearing the lingerie he bought you, each piece seemed to accentuate the very best parts of your gorgeous form and you certainly seemed to take note of that.

You weren’t a vain person by any means, hell you were a fully grown adult and yet you still occasionally struggled to love and appreciate your body, but sometimes he would catch you admiring yourself in the mirror while wearing his extra special gifts for you. You’d be standing there for nearly half an hour, seemingly in awe of how good your body looked, and that right there, that made his heart swell with joy. Just knowing that you were finally seeing yourself the way he saw you, as an inexplicably beautiful, magnificent goddess of love, made everything worth it.

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I’m SO obsessed with how you write Roman. I just keep re reading everything you’ve written about him🥺 can I request some soft daddy Roman? Maybe consoling his person after they have a minor freak out because somebody called them a gold digger or something... which is silly because they are high school sweethearts and their dynamic is hella established. Thankyou🥺🖤 your writing is literally perfect

(A/N): Hey sweetie!

I wanted first of all to say that THIS FUCKING MESSAGE NEVER FAILS TO BRIGHTEN MY DAY! SHIT SHIT SHIT YOU GAVE ME CAVITIES WITH YOUR SWEETNESS, I FOR EVER LOVE YOU!

(Also if I might ask: what is so special about my Roman? Like I am just curious, because I always feel like I write him a bit OOC, but...).

I also wanted to apologize for how much it took me to answer this ask; I started it and then moved it onto my iPad, knowing I would be working on it when I was back on at uni (and I haven’t been at uni in three weeks, BECAUSE SHIT KEEPS HAPPENING), so I costantly pushed it back.

But this week I felt like I was taking too much time and finally finished and I hope that you’ll forgive me, sweetie!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex, Daddy Kink, Mention of Past, Mention of Rejection and Self-Esteem Issues, Accusing of Being a Gold-Digger and Everything Related.

The weight of the ring on your finger was strange but not unwelcome, even more as it brought out the memory of the previous night, when Roman had asked you to marry him.

You still remembered having had dinner with him and Nadia, the child now attending kindergarten and being extremely happy about explaining to you and Roman all the fun activities she had done there, that went from coloring to playing ‘dress up’ with her friends.

You had listened attentively and smiled whenever she would get so lost in the story and forget what she wanted to say, almost even forgetting to eat.

Exactly as Roman, who had kept pushing around food and listened half-heartedly to his child, simply muttering a few ‘oh that is alright, sweetie’ and ‘I am glad you have fun’.

You had blamed it on an hard day at work, and as you two had been alone, you had gently positioned against his back as he had sat onto your shared bed, moving to massage his back, something which always relaxed him, as you softly kissed his neck.

‘Was it a hard day at work?’ you had asked, and he had simply nodded.

You had hugged him tight, wondering how you had come this far from high school when you and Roman wanted to do nothing more than rip apart your necks.

But then he had saved you from Christina and you had slowly started to forgive him for being nothing more than a spoiled boy and when Peter had run away and he had been left with Nadia you had started helping him, although he was extremely against help, till you made him accept it.

And slowly you had grown to love each other, in a way that was familiar and quiet but was much needed from both of you.

And now you were there with him in your arms, and Nadia in her own room, sleeping peacefully, like any normal happy child.

‘I have been nervous, mostly’ he commented and you lightly turned around to him, seeing one of his hands hiding behind his back but not giving it too much thought as you adjusted yourself on his lap, circling again his neck with your arms.

‘Can I help you with it?’ you asked softly, as you messed up his hair, to make him smile, but he kept on being ridiculously still and you couldn’t help but grow slightly worried.

And then Roman moved forward the hand he was hiding behind, revealing a small box of velvet in it, and although some part of your brain had its ideas, you couldn’t process properly the entire thing till Roman muttered.

‘Yes, you can actually’ he swallowed a huge intake of breath, before spluttering the rest of the words as if they were venomous ‘… you can say yes, to my question’.

And like this a beautiful ring was revealed to you, a small but shiny ruby in the center of the thing band of gold, surrounded by smaller diamonds, bringing an halo of light to your hand that you had been almost too taken aback from it to speak.

‘I…’ you had been the one speechless back then, and Roman had been almost startled by your silence-

‘… I want to make this official… I know that you… I am not the type of guy who settles down, I never thought I could… but I know you want it… and I…”.

You had been a bit taken aback by Roman’s discourse and had immediately told him that this wasn’t simply about you: you were happy with him, even without a wedding or anything making it official.

‘… for me a ceremony doesn’t make less or more the love I feel for you and Nadia’.

‘I know, but…’ he had looked away from your face and you had smirked at him, grabbing one of his hands ‘... but I fucking suck with words!’.

You had laughed a bit at his outburst, gently enveloping him in your arms as he had proceeded to whisper the rest of his vows to you.

‘… the fact is that… I never thought I would find somebody who makes me feel like you do’ the words had, this time, surprised you, even more appreciated than the beautiful ring as you had felt your eyes tearing up lightly ‘… I personally don’t believe that piece of paper will change us, but I know that you always wished to get married, so why the fuck not? I mean… you are the only one I want to spend my life with’.

You had cried in his shirt after all those sweet words, assuring that for you it was the same, till Roman had grumpily but sweetly proposed he ‘fucking put that pretty ring to use’, even going down on his knee and proposing properly.

As you had accepted, he had quickly smirked and muttered about ‘how fucking happy would your parents have been that he had finally made you an honest woman’.

And then the sex had been amazing: Roman had worshipped you softly, but once he had prolonged the teasing even for him, he had taken you roughly making you moan softly, as you stifled your groans against the pillows.

And now that the morning light was washing over you, the ruby shined even brighter, but not as Roman’s smirk as he saw you staring at it.

“Enjoying the view, Mrs. Godfrey?” he smirked softly as you adjusted yourself in his arms “… because you are stuck here”.

“Enjoying it very much, Mr. Godfrey!” you shot back, kissing his chest softly “… you should be the one worried about being stuck with me”.

“Are you a blood hungry upir?” he replied, as he lightly distanced himself from you: talks like this always made him nervous, but you respected his space and gently proceeded to also get away from the bed, eyeing the hour and knowing that Nadia’s alarm would soon be off.

“I am an annoying human with a pendant for art, I am pretty sure that I am not as interesting as a upir”.

He laughed sarcastically, but still leaned in to kiss your forehead as you found your nightgown and he his boxers, both putting on some clothes, meanwhile you felt the discreet squeak of Nadia’s alarm, which meant that you needed to be in the kitchen the fastest possible to have breakfast ready for the little hungry upir.

“… don’t talk nonsense when you are the only person I tolerate in the world” he muttered onto your forehead deadly serious, with that tone that made you feel like he would have gladly ‘disposed’ of anybody who hurt you “… and I think that we should celebrate about it tonight, so that we can tell it to Nadia”.

You were a bit scared of Nadia’s answer to you getting married with her dad, but nodded, as Roman suggested your favorite restaurant and the hour you got off the job.

“I can take you with the Jaguar” he muttered, meanwhile you both moved down the stairs, with him peppering gently your neck with kisses “… like old times”.

“That would be nice” you replied, although you were already focus on searching that little gremlin that Nadia was, moving around the kitchen, onto a stool as she tried to grab a box of cereals and Roman promptly grabbed her to get off the stool, lecturing her about ‘fucking waiting for them and not to fucking jump onto stools’.

You certainly knew who you would blame if Nadia was worse with her words than a sailor.

“But you are always sooooooooo sloooooow” she shot back, annoyed, and tightening her arms in front of her chest, as Roman did when he was annoyed, something which made you smirk, meanwhile you got the coffee ready for Roman, boiling your tea and heating Nadia’s milk “You always lose time to kiss (Y/N)”.

Although Nadia had once called you ‘mom’, you preferred when she called by her name.

You had never ever wanted to take Letha’s place, although you acted with her as a mom.

And you couldn’t help but, sometimes think that she might love you as such.

“… that’s because (Y/N) is in need of many kisses” he mumbled as he moved to you, to grab his coffee and kiss your shoulder, making you blush, as he then moved onto his daughter, tackling her to give her a few kisses as she tried to move away, giggling “… and so do you”.

You had a quiet breakfast, as Roman let Nadia know that they would go out that night and the child immediately asked you if she could wear her newest dress.

‘The white one that is like yours!’ she asked, as she almost pulled onto your hair to get your attention, as you nodded, meanwhile Roman simply mumbled under his breath about ‘how fast children grow’.

He eventually went to work, accompanying Nadia on the way.

Before he left, he kissed you goodbye and even laid a small kiss onto your ring, making sure that Nadia hadn’t seen him.

“See you tonight” he muttered as he left, and Nadia waved at you and you shot back.

“See you tonight, handsome!”.

You had then set down to work a bit on your computer.

Working in an art gallery was a tough work, but during these first years you had taken a part-time job, mostly to help with Nadia, but you were slowly going back to the usual rhythm, mostly working on the computer at home during the morning.

You, immediately, thought about bringing it to him, since you could already hear Roman screaming against some poor underpaid intern.

You had finished work early and didn’t mind a small trip.

Your good mood was honestly extremely strong, and you drove happily to the White Tower, jamming to your favorite songs, the awful pop ones that Roman hated a bit too much, enough to sing them in the shower.

You smiled at anyone in the White Tower, although many didn’t reply, but you were basically jumping around happily around the place, stopping as you came face to face with Sarah, Roman’s lovely secretary, talking as usual with her girlfriend, on the phone.

But she closed the call as she saw you coming, immediately reaching out for your hand, only stopping as she came face to face with the beautiful ring.

“… ahhh it looks even prettier than in the pictures on internet!” she commented, playing with your hand “… I am not going to lie but I chose it for you”.

You opened lightly your mouth to the surprise, but then she shook her head, smirking lightly.

“I was joking! But I was the one who ordered it for you…” she then turned to face you “… Gosh, I can’t believe that we’ll have to call you, Mrs. Godfrey!”.

“… or maybe you should start calling Roman (Y/L/N)” you joked lightly, and Sarah’s laugh intensified.

“If you do that, I’ll for ever respect you” she retorted, before taking in the computer bag in your hands “… need me to ring up the boss?”.

“If he isn’t busy…” you whispered, as she already moved to get the office phone to phone him in, meanwhile you clacked lightly your shoes onto the polished floor.

“He is in a reunion, but I can leave him a message in the secretary” she explained, as she let ‘Mr. Assholefrey know that his future wife had come to bring his moronic ass his computer’ “… I hope you don’t have much to do… and if you do, you can leave the laptop to me, I don’t mind it”.

“Oh no don’t worry! I have nothing to do till after the lunch” you explained to her, and then moved away to observe a few things onto the White Tower’s walls, as Sarah had to take another call.

You were trying to calmly relax yourself, as one light shoulder tap was delivered to your shoulder and you turned around expecting it to be Sarah proposing a coffee as you waited, but you were faced with a man smiling at you with recognition in his eyes.

You were taken aback and for a few minutes, not recognizing the man, a bit older than you and with all the signs of the typical economical parasite on him, hidden with an elegant suite and an expensive watch.

You tried to search your mind if he was one of the people Roman made business with, somebody you recognized from a gala or such, but your mind was blank till he called out your name.

“(Y/N)!” he shouted, attracting everyone’s attention when he went further and then hugged you, immediately soliciting a quirked eyebrow for you, asking whether she should have called security or not “… don’t you remember me? Christian from high school!”.

And immediately you realized who he was.

And you would have almost been happier with one of Roman’s partners.

Christian was and old high school friends of your life before Roman and Peter, he acted as if he was the best playboy the world had ever seen, but in reality he was a misogynistic piece of idiot, who thought that his big brain gave him the right to treat other people like shit.

“Oh, yeah... I am... I didn’t recognize you” you honestly had hoped never to see him again.

“We all grow up in the end, don’t we?” he replied and let his eyes go down your body with a rather explicit look that annoyed you “... you look freaking stunning”.

You blushed, and although the compliment wasn’t welcome, you were glad to have a ‘revenge body’.

You had been one of the few he hadn’t hit on back in the high school days, and although you knew it was because he was well aware you wouldn’t fall for his charm, you had sometimes questioned if maybe you had done something wrong to displease him or if there was something wrong in you.

Then you had met Roman, who would have gladly taken you on every possible surface when you were wearing nothing more than a dirty hoodie and awful Halloween socks, even when it was Christmas.

It certainly helped you with your self-esteem.

“We do grow up in the end”.

Christian had grown up far away from the ‘attractive’ person he was back then (if you found attractive, egotistic people), in a way that showed even further his own moral ambiguity, making you again feel at unease.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, not getting the hint that you didn’t want to talk with him anymore “.... I thought you worked in an art gallery...”.

“I do” and to prove even further your point you spit out “...I am actually the boss of the art gallery’s communications sector, but I am here to give something to my boyfriend, he forgot the laptop home”.

You immediately saw his eyes hazing with rage, as if you had rejected him.

“... oh, you have a boyfriend?” he questioned you and Sarah came to your rescue.

“A husband, actually” she giggled, making you blush lightly “... the owner of this place”.

Christian seemed to be lightly taken aback, before something evil twinkled in his eyes.

“... I didn’t peg you as that type of girl” you sent him a confused look “... oh c’mon! You aren’t dating Roman Godfrey for his niceness, are you?”.

“I actually do” you retorted, shooting him a finishing glance, wanting to get as far away to him as you could, honestly insulted with the way he had talked to you.

But even more horrified at the thought that somebody could actually think that you and Roman were together because of his money and not true love.

“… of course” mumbled Christian, simply raising his hand as a gesture of surrender, although his eyes were everything but convinced, shooting you a quick look of insult before he moved away.

You just didn’t feel like being there anymore, asking Sarah to bring the laptop to Roman, as you excused yourself, feeling deeply ashamed in yourself, almost as if everybody was staring at you as you moved till you reached the gallery.

Even there you were uneasy, thinking about whether Roman felt like you were with him solely for his money, the entire thought making your heart ache not only for shame, but for the pain and insecurity you might procure to the poor man.

You spent all afternoon in anguish and thought that you couldn’t just attend a dinner with that moment, asking Roman to cancel your bookings, hoping that Nadia would forgive you both.

The man didn’t ask too much, but right when you went off your turn off, on the way back home, he called you, as you were just adjusting your seatbelt.

“Hey, wifey” the petname made you uneasy, but you smirked as if he could actually see you through the car speakers “… is anything wrong? Because I have no problem deleting the bookings, but… you love that place!”.

“I know, I know, and I would love nothing more than trying to get Nadia to finish her plate, after she ordered too much food… but I am just tired, it has been an exhaauuusting day at work” you tried to sound convincing, throwing it onto the laughter in order for it to result more natural and hide your uneasiness.

But Roman hadn’t survived so far simply because he was pretty.

“Oh babe, I know perfectly your kinks…” he joked but he didn’t stop there, his tone dropping an octave “… and I know when you are lying to me”.

You saw no escape to this and just muttered.

“Can we talk at home of this?”.

“Of course, sweetie” now his voice was saccharine sweet, making you smile lightly at its ridiculousness “… I feel like you might need a hug”.

“Gosh you are beginning to sound too sappy”.

“But you are stuck with me, little shit”.

The mood definitely brightened up as you drove back home, but the embarrassment that came from Christian’s accusations hurt you in a way that made it all too difficult for you to think about having a talk with Roman, but the man was waiting for you in your sitting room.

‘I managed to get Nadia not to be mad with us with a small trip at Peter’s, he says that if we have any intention to conceive a child, we should consider naming him Peter’.

“That shit is creepy”.

“Tell me all about it” he shifted lightly on the sofa to allow you to sit next to him and have enough space not to feel overwhelmed “… but now you can tell me all about that sour mood in your eyes”.

You couldn’t help but be reduced to silence by the embarrassment.

“… any regrets about … the marriage thing?” although he tried to fake himself to be distracted by it all, you could hear the insecurity in his tone, making your heart ache and turn immediately to him.

“No, of course not, Roman” he didn’t seem reassured, but tried to open his mouth in a reassuring smile “… what about you? Any regrets?”.

“Why would I have regrets?” he shot back, letting anger show itself in his combative tone “… if it’s because you are feeling insecure, I can totally convince you with my silver ton…”.

“… because…” you honestly felt so embarrassed by the entire question that you blurted it out completely “…have you ever thought I was a gold digger?”.

Roman seemed surprised by your rambling, slowly linking all the words together till he found the proper meaning of your words, and went all up in your face, grabbing it so that you could stare him in his eyes.

“… babe you are the farthest thing away from a gold digger” and before you could reply he shushed you with that imperious voice of his that got your insides all tingly “… babe, I have package, I am not that usual ‘party-spoiled-trust fund child’…”.

“You do have to admit you are spoiled”.

“Let daddy talk”.

Now you were flushed all the way from your chest up to your cheeks.

“… and when you came in my life, believe me I was more bothersome than I was an advantage and a proper sugar daddy” he made you smirk lightly, gently softening his hold onto your cheeks, as he caressed it “I never felt like you were here for my money. My dick? Maybe… more like probably… but you are not a gold digger…”.

It was damnably reassuring to hear this, with his soft but rough voice, as he looked at you with those piercing green eyes.

“… and I’ll fucking drain whoever told you this shit” now his grip tightened as his hands drifted to your neck, gently gripping it as he moved to come closer to you, another hand moving between your legs, making you thankful for having worn a skirt “… Sarah told me of that dick that tried to get with you, well fuckface I got a ring on her finger first”.

“Believe me, Roman, I don’t want anybody but you” you spoke softly, feeling yourself melting completely against him, as his hand raised up your thigh, pushing itself to pinch your soft skin “… you are the only one who makes me feel good, daddy”.

“Then I do think that I’ll prove to you that I am worth more than simply my money”.

An amazing night of sex later, you woke up again against Roman’s soft chest, his fingers playing with your hair, as he had woken you up by his ‘work voice’ mumbling things at his phone.

You gently rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand as you adjusted yourself in an upright position to be able to snuggle further in your boyfriend’s chest, who you could feel growing restless, as he looked out for your hand, the left one, the one with the ring, making it shine as it caught the light of the morning sun.

“… am I talking with Chirstian fucking Idiotscreen?” well you could totally guess what was going on and stifled the laughter on Roman’s chest, as he moved his hand onto your hair “… hi, nice to meet you, fucktard, I just wanted to let you know that I won’t fund your shitty project. When I looked at it yesterday it seemed like a shitfest but I was feeling generous because… I do think that you know… I am getting fucking married!”.

You could completely hear Christian’s heavy breathing on the other line.

“… well then you pissed off the wrong person, so fucking disappear from my White Tower and next time you want to call somebody ‘gold digger’ make sure they aren’t your boss’ wife. Goodbye”.

And then he turned to you, cradling your head in his hands and pushing you close to him, letting your lips meet.

“Good morning, gold-digger” you giggled softly in his mouth, as he adjusted himself to kiss you more properly “… now I can already smell your arousal and we have at least one hour to fuck, before Nadia comes back”.

“… then I do think that you better start, soon-to-be-husband”.

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