#so it's much MUCH harder for me to pin the date I drew them down

[megaawkwardhuman]

ok while I don't plan to do this for EVERY bunny anniversary since I know a bunch of y'all love him so much and (I SWEAR THIS ISN'T SOME SORT OF WEIRD APRIL FOOLS DAY JOKE AND I'M BEING SERIOUS) it's the one year anniversary of my first nandor bunny drawing I decided to whip this up to celebrate :]

happy birthday bunny nandor :3

#despite being only a few days apart looking at my first bunny memo drawing vs my first bunny nandor drawing #you can very clearly see how much of my shit I got together when it comes to designing my bunny versions of characters #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits fanart #nandor the relentless #*funny tag for my art* #bun stuff #fun fact: my og nandor bunny drawing later became the og base for all of my bunny designs #so really I can thank that drawing for saving past me a lot of time #will note that part of the reason why I don't plan to make an anniversary drawing for all of my bunnies is cuz a good chunk of them #were doodles before I finally sat down and drew them in my bunny base #so it's much MUCH harder for me to pin the date I drew them down

[alastorous-disastorous-archived]

The Cleansing (Part One)

The end was nigh. He knew this all too well. However This year he was certain was already going to prove harder than any one that came before...

He silenced himself. Only static. Closing his eyes as he waits patiently, the time slowly ticking its way to doomsday.

If he doesn't do this now...He might not have this chance again.

It was high time he wandered his own mind...He had avoided it as much as he could...so as not to have to confront the consciousness within it. But this needed to be done.

"Well...it's about time you showed up...Dastor."

"...Miccy." As calm and cool as he could be.

"Enough of that....you know my name. My true name. Say it. NOW."

The stag sighed, eyes half lidded as he stared down the shadow before him. "...Alastor."

Those crimson eyes that glowed on the smoky mass slitted, and they dissipated. Before him stood himself. Well...almost.

"...You know while still holding That form...it's hard for me to take you seriously in this rediculous game of "Will the real Alastor please stand up~"

"Hmph. Apologies...I get rather bored in here." The single eyed form that was referred to as Miccy, Decissted his illusion and faded into his truest form. The Buck now standing before himself as though he were before a mirror...only in this place...it was all too physical.

"Rather bold of you to reveal your face to me in here, Dastor." he huffed, "Are you done holding me prisoner in here now? Finally ready to get back in your place?"

"Bah...semantics." Dastor said with a wave of a dismissive hand, "With that mishap that had occurred, and the splitting that had commenced, There really is no telling which one of us truly is the real Alastor of this one vessel~" he hummed, "Perhaps you are...or maybe I am." he shrugged, "But one thing is certain...Regardless of who's who and what's what, We are one in the same in this body. We might as well get along, shall we?"

There was a low growl from Alastor...and nothing further.

"This...being at war with one's self...it's tiresome." he continued.

"So what are you suggesting?" ask the other, "Are you asking to remerge with me...?"

Dastor shrugs. "The end is Nigh, Darling." he said softly, a slow pace beginning with hooves clicking "Even now midnight swiftly approaches us...So tell me." he paused, and turned on said hooves, "If we remain like this...do you truly believe we will make it another year?"

"....I...Suppose not." Responded the other, "We won't be much of use to or for anyone if we continue to stay at only half capacity."

"And if we don't return to full capacity, soon, Our friends, our family, we might lose them all."

"You're saying?"

"I'm saying--" Dastor huffed, he had enough, and hooked a hand into Alastor's collar tugging him forward, "That this temper tantrum within my mind? It ends. Now." he growled, "And you can be pissy, and you can be pouty and you can insist that we are not part of each other as much as you desire--No matter what you say, what you do the one fact remains--" His grip tightened, claws extending and tearing into the fabric he held so tightly, " You're MY Little Bitch now~ And I believe it's high time that you and I both realigned."

Alastor was stunned.

The side he called Dastor-- Never usually stood up to him. What had changed? He couldn't pin point it...but...

"...You've changed." he stated, "You're different now..."

"I am You." Dastor growled and it drew a chuckle from the shadow stag in his hand.

"So you are." he grinned. "So what do you say...Alastor?" he hummed, " You and I have an appoinment after all....and a very important date." he grinned as he released his other half to straighten his own collar, "Line with me again, and we both live...hm? And do keep in mind...." his voice began to warp and the scape they shared morphed on all sides, a Shadowy click, ticking away....louder....and louder.

Both of their ears flicked with each ringing tick... "Unite and we both shall live...hm?" Alastor chuckled.

"Time's still ticking Alastor....so...what do you say? Dastor hummed, leaning forward and holding out his hand. "Do We HaVe A DeAl~?"

His eyes rose up slowly, locking onto Dastor's while taking on a crimson glow. Without words, A Clap of their hands were met and the thunder rolled them back into the conscious world in it's darkness.

And just in time too...

Because right as the clock striked midnight, His door went down...

And in stepped the the comely face of the doom bringer...holy weapon at the ready. He held no reaction. Eyes narrowed as he spoke out her name... "Yolinda...." he hummed, slowly rising to his feet, to greet her properly. "...Hello, Darling~"

Her glowing eyes narrowed.

"Alastor...last I heard about you...you were at half mast...so I figured I'd take this chance first." she muttered out, grip tightening around her rapier, "What's changed?" "Well...I'm new and improved, my dear~" he hummed, arms spread, mic in hand, giving her a lovely twirl in his amusement as he approached her. Hair flowing against her wings, long ears keened back, and the gown carrying it's on breeze.

"Where is she?" she asked of him, "I won't ask twice."

"Tut tut tut. So angry~" he hummed as he paced, "I havent revaled her location every other time you came to me...so tell me what made you think I would cave, now? Hm?"

Her eyes narrowed. Silent. "Hm." He hummed and gave his shoulders a shrug, "Suit yourself." he muttered, "But you know....it is rather rude to barge into someone's home uninvited..." he said softly, his pacing slowing as his narrowed eyes darted to the visage of the Angel before him,"But...I Do pride myself in being a most curteous host~" he hummed, "So by all means my dear~" Mic staff in hand while the shadows danced around him. His eyes became sunken and dark pits of radio dials that tappered back and further while his grin grew rider. Shape slowly molding and taking to the shape of the shadows he was feeding on and his rack grew to match..Causing static amongst his own air waves.

The winged fox stood ready, Holy weapon at the raise-- Loosening a snarl of her own as he spat his last words to her~ "BE MY GuEsT~!!!"

Who could possibly be tuning into The Radio Demon's station now, Would hear nothing short of crackling static, Carnage tearing, things breaking...and manic laughter.

#Drabble #Tw Violence #Tw Identity Crisis #Extermination Day

[palaceofimperium]

Marcellus & Sorina - 1

“You’re holding back.” Marcellus looked down at Sorina, sighing as his brows roseand drew together while his head tipped to the side slightly, his lips pursed.  “If any of our enemies show up at the ball, you’re not going to be able to be so gentle, Princess Twinkle Toes.” Now he was smirking at the attractive brunette who was pinned beneath him.  He knew how lethal she could be and couldn’t help but goad her.  He didn’t know what was keeping her from training as hard as normal, but he had to get her out of her head and back into the game.  The ball was coming and all of the guards would need to be in top form for it, especially his elite squad.  Not only would their Queen need them, but so would her friends, and then there were the demons coming from Uffern.  This was not time for any of his elite squad to be slipping.

“Fuck straight off Marcellus, we’re supposed to be sparing, not killing each other.  Or do you want me to take your pretty little head off your shoulders?  You wouldn’t be able to flirt with all the girls down at the bar if I do that.” Sorina rolled her eyes and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.  They had been doing hand to hand for the last two hours and were both sweaty.  She could smell Marc, so she figured she smelled as well.  Not that it mattered, they weren’t nearly done and when you were in the gym, you got used to smelling like sweat and looking like hell when you were done. It wasn’t a date, it was training.

Even if he was being an asshole, Sorina liked Marc, he was one of the Lieutenants that didn’t make her teeth grind from being an arrogant asshole.  He was an asshole, but they got along.  He was also one of the few that she trusted. They knew that somewhere in the legion that there were some moles for Leviathan and Gabriel, they just hadn’t figured out where yet.  Because of that, they also knew that everyone had to be ever vigilant.  Attacks on Abriella or the others in Imperium could come at any time and from anyone.  No one was beyond suspicion, no matter how much that they would like to think otherwise.  Assuming that any of them were safe was no longer an option.

“Nope, you’re not getting off that easy, Princess.  Get in position again, and this time you could at least TRY to get to my head.  You’re not going to, you’re not that good.” Marc grinned at Sori and loved the way her eyes narrowed at him when he gave her a wink and waggled his brows at her.  Good girl, get mad.  Now let that anger drive you to actually fight back. It often was hard for the legion to train against those that they liked.  It wasn’t always a conscious thing, but the mind automatically lessens a blow when hitting at a friend.  That wasn’t what Marc wanted Sorina to do. He needed to know that when she was at his back that she had it completely covered, just as he had hers.

Taking up positions again, for a few moments Sorina and Marc circled one another in a dance familiar to anyone watching combatants sizing one another up and deciding on the best offense.  Marc was the first to attack and then the struggle between them was on.  While he did have a height and size difference on Sorina, since they were both demons, this made little difference in their strength.  One thing she had on him was flexibility and being shorter.  It definitely worked to her advantage to often avoid or deflect the way that is not possible when evenly matched.  She also had been a dancer when younger, so she used the balance and dexterity that came from that to keep on her toes and avoid some takedowns that might happen with others.

Blows were traded, leaving darkened marks that would heal quickly because of their demonic blood. That didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be sore and stiff the next day from the pounding that they were giving one another.  Supernatural powers and abilities do have their limits. They let them fight longer and harder, but there is always a price for any kind of magic or mystical ability.  In this case, it would be that they would not have all their normal injuries, but they would still feel some of the effects later on.

After another hour of training, the decision was made to call it a day.  There had been general physical conditioning earlier in the day and with the hand-to-hand afterward, both were ready for it to be over.  Marc had to hand it to her, Sorina had definitely handed him his ass more than once.  He’d also returned the favor a few times.  He was sure she’d pay him back for that in spades later as well.

“A few of us are headed over to the tavern in a little bit, if you’d like to join us, Princess.” Marc offered as they headed out of the training room they’d been using and in the general direction of the locker rooms.  When Abriella had come to Imperium, she had upgraded their facilities to resemble what the Nephilim had on Earth, which were state of the art and put anything the military had to shame.  At the moment, they were walking through the equipment area of the training facility where the weight machines were, towards the free weights, the locker rooms being just on the other side of that.  The shredded rubber flooring cushioning their steps and making them almost silent meant that they didn’t have to speak loud to be heard.

“I think I’ll skip tonight, LT.  I have early patrol in the morning with Thenasus.  He’s wanting to show me a few places he thinks that we’re going to want to keep an eye on for the ball coming up.”  Sorina normally would have gone, she had a feeling she knew the group going and they were all good friends, but she wanted to be in top form when working with one of the Queen’s Royal Guard. Few ever got the privilege and she didn’t want to seem like she took the honor lightly.

“All fancy shmancy on us, I see.  Don’t forget us pleebs down here at the bottom when you’re wearing the tiara now.” Marc elbowed her gently with the good natured ribbing.  He had known her for a few years, and the nic-name Princess came from her younger years as a ballerina and he loved giving her shit over it.  “I’m sure you’ll have a Royal Guard escort at the ball as well, right?  Let me guess, Andronicus?” 

“Can it!’  She elbowed him back in the ribs, and Marc feigned it having been hard enough to knock him lightly into an unoccupied piece of equipment and laughed.  “There aren’t many female members of the legion, and since I was assigned to the ball, I’m getting assigned a special area.  Nothing fancy.”  She rolled her eyes.  Maybe someday she’d quit finding little crowns on everything, but then again she might be disappointed if the others stopped teasing her.  “And no, I’m not going to be going with one of the Royal Guard.  They will be with the Queen, you know that.” Her tongue poked out at Marc.  “I don’t have a date yet.  I haven’t been asked and I haven’t thought of who I’d want to ask.”

Marc grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop, an amused smirk on his face.  “Let me get this straight, you honestly don’t have a date for the ball?”  The annoyed look he got back told him not to joke about it more, and to be honest, he was surprised.  He had been kidding her and expected her to have a date, possibly have been asked by more than one of the legion or other palace dignitary.  It wasn’t like Sorina wasn’t a beautiful demon, or that there weren’t several males in their own detachment of the legion that would have been more than happy to escort her.  It hadn’t crossed his mind that she’d be serious that she still didn’t have a date.  “Okay then.  If you need one, let me know.”  That got him another look he wasn’t quite sure the meaning of, but wasn’t sure he wanted to either.  “I know some single demons.” He shoved her towards the locker rooms, thinking that this conversation best be over before it got weirder.

“I’m not a charity case, LT.  Thanks for thinking that!” Sorina half growled as she went into the women’s locker room, not really thinking he did but frustrated it had come up at all, and then she let the door close behind her before he had a chance to say anything.   She liked frustrating him, and she knew that would.  His offer had been sweet, and she knew that he had meant it as a friend and earnestly, but she had to keep him on his toes too.  It was just the way that their relationship had always been.

Marc stood staring at the closed door and then blew out a hard breath as his eyes closed.  That demoness was going to be the death of him, or at least of a good night’s drinking.  She was able to turn whatever he said around to bite him in the ass every single time.  Not that he didn’t often do the same to her, but she seemed to be able to do it to him better.  Heading into his own locker room, he just shook his head and promised he was going to make her pay for that little gem the next time they saw each other.

#The Imperium Chronicles #original story #original work #writeblr #writers of tumblr #female writers #oc #writing #chapter1 #new chapter #original writing #writers on tumblr #writblr #writerscommunity #writerscorner #fiction #fantasy #demon oc #Oct 2022

[hypermania]

Since we're finally talking about Nancy Drew- who caught feelings first? Ace or Nancy?

hmmm i'm not sure who i think developed feelings first because i'm still not sure when i think either of them actually developed feelings but i do think nancy admitted it to herself first. i think accidentally inhaling all that stolen lust and experiencing that feeling of being attracted to ace head-on was a turning point for sure, but there are a few points even before that where it sort of seems like she's testing the waters, seeing if there's anything mutual there, and ace keeps shutting it down (ex: at the end of 2x09 when they have that conversation about gil and amanda. it feels like nancy is saying "please give me a reason not to go out there and talk to him" and ace just.. doesn't). anyway, i think he sort of confuses her for a few episodes, because he's dating amanda, but he doesn't seem to want her dating someone else. eventually, she sort of accepts the fact that it's not that he doesn't want her dating someone else, but that he doesn't want her dating gil specifically and from then on she sort of just puts a lid on her own feelings and tries to move on because she thinks it's unrequited.

ace's thoughts and feelings are a lot harder to pin down. he does seem to genuinely like amanda, just like he genuinely seemed to like laura, but they both feel like placeholders? the vibe i get from ace is very much "nancy would never be interested in someone like me so i'm not even going to bother" and that sort of plays into him not even realizing that she was putting out some feelers. it's basically a non-starter for him. he just tries not to think about it because what's the point? at least this way he doesn't get hurt. but like. nancy isn't just an attraction for him. she is the life he wants and the person who fulfills him, which is what makes it so difficult to pin down. it's different from any of the other girls we've seen him be interested in. it's quiet. it's steady. it's not going to go away if he finds out she's into someone else (like bess) or if she's out of sight (like laura) or even if they hurt each other (like amanda). knowing nancy changes ace's life so fundamentally that there's no going back. so did that start from the moment they met? or in the pilot episode when they started working on things together? or further down the line when he thought she was going to die? i don't know.

but this re-watch has been very interesting. there are so many times when everyone else is going about their business but ace is looking at nancy, like he's waiting. i don't know what i'm saying but it's interesting! very very interesting!

#replies #Anonymous #acenancy #nace #ndcw #mp

[echo-of-sounds]

you don’t make it to the bedroom

Small smut drabbles of having a quickie with Aizawa and Toshi.

Warnings: light choking 

Aizawa Shouta

Pinning you to the door, shoving lips firmly into yours, and grinding his erection against your waist, Shouta blindly fumbled with keys in the lock. After a click, he knocked it open and muscled you inside, not breaking the kiss as he manhandled you, sandwiching you between him and the other side of the door. His erection, though held down by pants and boxer briefs, pressed plenty hard.

“Sho- Fuck,” you moaned, gripping his hair when teeth buried into your neck. A leg pushed forward. Your hips moved on their own, riding his thigh hastily. 

Before you could find much excitement, he spun you around, chest to door, shoving a hand into the front of your pants and roughing two fingers inside. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” His guttural voice only stirred you more. It rocketed heat, making you hump backward. That made the two fingers fold fiercely.

Not wanting to dally, you unbuttoned your pants. He tugged them and your underwear down. One hand seized your hair. The other guided him inside, thick, ready, not wasting a single second to fuck you, jostling you against the door each thrust. He ordered, grumbling sturdily, “Push your hips out.”

You listened and rose to your tiptoes. The angle slipped him deeper, better, to pound and rub heavily along your front wall. Fingers held fast in your hair. They kept your cheek to the cold door and your spine curved. 

“Fuck- Fuck me- harder.” The next thrust sunk excessively heavy, jerking you from the soles of your feet. Your legs bounced with his hips. Clothing clinked. You moaned into the wood. Nails raked it. The stupid hinges squeaked. If someone walked by, they’d get quite the assembly of sounds.

Shouta’s grunts increased, handsome, intense, rumbling his body. Your hair was yanked backward. His grip released. His arm snaked around your shoulders, clinging you to his chest. The hold resumed on your neck this time. Teeth, with no shame, mercilessly clamped over your neck and jaw. You gasped and moaned as you begged for more.

Pleasure mounted. Fingers tightened. He swore repeatedly, hurting your neck and back, but it felt too enjoyable to say stop. Between each word, his hips snapped forward, “You’re cumming already?”

“I want to,” you whimpered. 

“Then cum,” he growled. 

And a snag on your ear, a finger on your clit, and a solid plunge that trembled your legs, let you do just that. You clenched and clawed and moaned loudly, not caring about others hearing. Muscles clamped, trying straightening out. 

But Sho’s encirclement kept you to how he wanted. His thrusting didn’t slow. Groans grew apart, clumsy, mirroring his thrusts. You clutched at his pants, preventing him from pulling out. “Fuck it. Just cum in me.”

The lurching stopped with a last push. His fingers, teeth, and weight turned solid, all rooting into you, waiting until he fully finished and calmed. While he did, you sighed, a little short of breath, “That was a pleasant end to our date.”

He hummed and kissed the fresh wound he created. “Better than most.”

Yagi Toshinori

“Was the wait long?”

“It wasn’t too bad.” Toshinori placed the bag of sandwiches on the countertop. 

You hopped up to sit on the counter. “Thank you for stopping. I really didn’t feel like cooking.”

“Not a problem, sweetheart.” Smiling wide, he slipped between your legs, settling his large palms on your thighs. Lips covered yours for a peck, but it evolved into a kiss, tender and sincere. Fingers drifted under your nightgown to slide it higher. They inched until they found your panties. He spoke into your mouth, “You wore these today?”

“Yes,” you softly laughed, knowing just how much he enjoyed the cute, pink polka dots. 

“They’re perfect,” he mumbled. His sighs lowered as his thumb rubbed along you, feeling you through the cottony material. Your lips parted for his tongue. It edged in oh-so-slowly. You sped up the process, washing yours over his instead. A light moan escaped from the nudging on your clit. It swiftly moved on, replaced by his painfully obvious and teenager-like erection.

“Toshi,” you sang, returning the fondling. His sounds told you what he wanted, so you unzipped his pants and pulled him out of his boxers. Gorgeous groans fluttered against your lips. They always managed to flicker an appetite. And they animated your body, spreading your thighs for your brain. 

Unlike the usual preparation, Toshi drew the panties to the side and worked himself in, letting you stretch around him instead. Skin touched. Moans mixed. Yours was partly a whimper at the strain. 

He cupped your face, gently cooing compliments. You smiled at his attempted distraction. “I think it’s my panties you’re more interested in right now.”

“Oh, hush now.” You both laughed, kissing, pawing at each other. Your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms hugged his waist to keep him close.

Then the thrusting started: smoothly out and dearly, deeply in: every long-thin-graceful inch. His pace hung steady. But you wanted more, quickly. You grabbed his belt with a hearty moan to get it.

Toshi picked up his speed, bouncing your breasts and body. The simple motions, similar to his groans, always fed your hunger. Wet lips and his warm tongue worked with yours. A single, tactful finger stroked your clit, beginning slow, waking faster with his thrusts.

He messily groaned your name. It roused a moan in you, asking for haste. As he stood upright and supported your thighs, you leaned back, touching yourself while he complied. His head briefly left you, brushed your front wall, then kissed your core. 

“Fuck, Toshi, just like that.” Blue glued to your eyes, watching, waiting. Rushing your circling fingers, you gasped and nodded, telling him you were there. It took a few more thrusts to send you over, rolling your hips, tightening your muscles, and moaning his name.

Amidst your orgasm, he sputtered something before slipping out in the nick of time to release onto your panties and tummy. White collected over the polka dots. 

After catching his breath, he stared at the mess and sighed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It won’t stain if I rinse them,” you giggled. “Besides, I think you’d be more disappointed than I would be if they got stained.”

He looked away, red coating his cheeks, stuttering some more.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #aizawa smut #all might smut #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha smut #tw choking

[dreamescapeswriting]

All Bets Are Off ~ YJG & LMH [Request]

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WORD COUNT:3.3.k

PAIRING: Jeongin x Fem!Reader x Minho

GENRE: Angst, fluffy ending, swearing

A/N: I hope you like this, I sort of went for a different way of writing it so I hope you like it and understand it 

"Did you hear about Jeongin?" You looked up from the makeup palette you were using to see some of the other stylists all crowding around one another as they spoke in hushed tones, the mention of his name sent shivers down your spine. It was as if someone had just taken a cup of freezing cold water and poured it down your back bringing you into a harsh reality that was the real world,

"I wouldn't worry too much," Sana spoke softly as she noticed the worried look spreading across your face, after working with you for almost all of her career she was able to read you like a book, she knew every look you gave meant something and this was a worried one. The simple mention of Jeongin's name made you want to burst into tears at any given moment but you couldn't, you couldn't let on that what they were gossiping about was about you and Jeongin not only was it embarrassing but it would also lead you to get fired on the spot. 

"There's always some kind of gossip, but it's nothing." She reminded you as she placed her hand on top of yours, running her smooth pale skin to try and calm you down but nothing was working. Your skin was starting to feel clammy as you heard the gossip getting louder and louder, normally the gossiping would go over your head but this time you knew it was going to be about you and Jeongin. The more they spoke the harder your heart began to beat against your chest, so hard it felt as though it was going to spring out of your chest as you slowly placed down the brush you had been using on Sana's face, 

"I heard it was a stylist," One of them giggled before looking around the room, none of them had any idea what was truly going on. They only knew what they had heard and even that wasn't the full truth, the only people who knew the truth were you, Jeongin, Sana, Nayeon and Minho and the boys Jeongin had created this whole thing with, you didn’t want the entire JYP Entertainment company knowing the in’s and out’s of your personal life, 

"Do you want to go and get some air?" Nayeon questioned as she noticed how faint you began to look, there were beads of sweat beginning to collect on your forehead and all you could do was nod your head in answer to her. Both her and Sana got up before taking you out of the room and headed towards the quiet room so you could take a minute to yourself. 

Breathing heavily you tried not to look out of the glass walls of the quiet room instead you were trying to focus on Nayeon and Sana as they tried to calm you down,

"You need to forget about them, they don't know it's you." Nayeon reminded you as she cupped your face in her hands, running her small fingers under your eyes to remove the tears that you hadn't even noticed had begun running down your cheeks. 

"It's not even that big of a deal, it'll blow over soon," Sana reminded you but you weren't listening to them now, your eyes were locked onto Jeongin as he came down the hall out of one of the studios. The boys were standing with him laughing about something, all you could think about was them laughing at you even if it wasn't what they were doing. They were lost in conversation with one another but as soon as Jeongin saw you staring at him he froze in place, this was the first time he'd seen you around the building in months. He figured you'd quit but seeing you there brought back all of the emotions he had for you, another pair of eyes made their way to yours as he saw you sitting with the girls. Minho. As soon as you saw him it was like a wave of relief washed over your body and the panic you had been feeling about Jeongin suddenly disappeared from your mind as Minho gave you a small reassuring smile. Jeongin frowned as he saw you staring behind him, he glanced over his shoulder to his Hyung as he scoffed, storming off in the direction he was going originally. The girls had been hiding you whenever Jeongin came around asking to speak to you, there was no way you were ever going to be able to face him or even speak to him after what he did to you what he put you through for the last year of your life. All of the times you spent together came crashing back into you like a wave hitting the sand, even if Minho was by your side nothing could stop you from feeling the hurt you experienced with Jeongin and every time you looked at the young Maknae it hit you over and over again.

Things between you and Jeongin had been going great, you were dating in secrecy since it was in your contract that you weren't allowed to date any of the idols that worked for JYP Entertainment and you had signed and agreed to that. Dating wasn't a problem since you seemed to get along with all of the idols really well, Stray Kids treated you like a sister as did the members of Itzy and Twice since you worked with them the most. 

"Hey, are we still meeting at the dorms?" Jeongin whispered in your ear as he ran his hands up and down your side, you let out a shaky breath as you nodded at his question, Jeongin was the only one that didn't treat you like a sister since you guys were together.

"It'll be just the two of us, Channie-Hyung is working late and the boys have agreed to let me have the place to myself," He placed a quick kiss on your shoulder before moving away from you, going to sit down on the sofa that was inside the styling room you were working in. You were currently practising some of the hairstyles for Twice on a mannequin head so you could make sure you had it perfect when it came to doing live shows. 

"You're doing great, you've been getting better ever since you got here." That was Jeongin for you, always trying to make sure you felt confident in everything that you were doing in the company. You were an apprentice stylist getting paid below the minimum to train there while working alongside some of the greatest idols and stylists in the business,

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend." You rolled your eyes at him as you continued to pin some of the curls onto the head of the doll and then spraying it with some glitter hairspray before stepping back to look at it from behind. 

"I would tell you if it looked bad, you know I would." He pressed his lips against your ear as you let out another shaky breath, he knew what all of his small touches and kisses did to you but he never acted on any of them. It was all part of the game for him, he was just going along with the game he and some of the boys had arranged with one another and so far you were falling into the trap. The two of you had been together for almost a year now which meant it was time for all of this to come undone soon but as the date drew nearer Jeongin couldn't help but want to postpone the day and tell the boys that the bet was off. That he couldn't break up with you because he was starting to fall in love with you for real but he knew they would laugh at him, and joke about it. The bet was to see who could date you the fastest and break up with you within a year, Jeongin won the dating side and decided he was going to make it a painful breakup until he got to know you. The more he got to know you over the past year the more he began to realise how much of an awful person he was for making this game with you, you had human emotions you weren't just some toy for him and the boys to play with whenever they got bored but it was too late now, he was too far into the "relationship" to tell you what it really was and he didn't want the boys to laugh at him and call him whipped over someone he barely knew but he knew you. He felt he knew you well enough to fall in love with you and what did it matter if it was all some kind of joke, to begin with? It wasn't as if you had to know the details, he could just tell the boys it was off and that would be it, you'd never have to know about it or the money that was included in the bet.

"Everything okay Innie?" You questioned as you glanced over at him, his face was pale as he stared down at your feet clearly he was thinking hard about something since he hadn't heard what you asked him. Waving your hand in front of his face you waited for him to snap out of the daydream but when he did he jumped up from the seat, 

"I need to go and talk the boys," He stuttered out nervously as he looked at you, smiling at you as he leant forward to give you a quick kiss in the empty styling room only for you to playfully hit him with a brush, 

"Go before you get us caught," You hissed at him, giggling as you watched him running away from you and down the hall, the giggle you let out filled him with hope as he raced to find the boys hoping they hadn't left already. 

As you were leaving the building you walked by one of the studios when you heard Jeongin's voice sounding strained as he spoke back and forth with someone, you knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but when you heard your name you wanted to see what it was all about.

"Look, it wasn't our idea to make her fall in love with you, all you had to do was date her," Felix said as he looked at a worried-looking Jeongin, he'd come to the boys for advice, telling them that the bet was off but they claimed there wasn't just a way out of it since they'd all put money down into it. 

"You can't tell me you're starting to have real feelings for her," You heard Seungmin laugh loudly as he spoke to Jeongin, Jeongin added an awkward laugh as he began to scratch the back of his neck playing it off as though he was playing a trick on the boys.

"No! Of course, not. I was joking, I'm going to do it tonight." He laughed looking between Felix and Seungmin as he tried not to seem as bothered about this as he was. The bet was between the three of them, they didn't want the older boys getting involved since they got along with you the boys, Chan looked out for you like you were his twin sister and Seungmin knew damn well how Minho felt about you. Minho had been in love with you since you started working for JYP, he'd never been able to keep his eyes off you but the two of you were nothing more than friends.

"Besides, she's just a stylist you need someone better than that." As soon as Felix said that you felt your heart clench as you thought about what they were talking about and that was when you heard it, 

"₩700,000, is a lot of money Jeongin and it's all yours. All you have to do is break up with her before the end of the week," The way Seungmin spoke so apathetically made you shiver, normally they were the sweetest guys in the group but hearing this only made you want to throw up. 

"You decided to get in on this, we didn't force you to ask Y/n out, you did it and now you have to dump her before the time is up," Felix said smugly as he turned to leave the room, you gasped as you darted out in the other direction sliding yourself into a different studio as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

"Y/n?!" Minho asked in a panicked tone as soon as he saw you crying, he dropped what he was doing and walked over to you placing his hand on your arm but you flinched away from him.

"Y-You can give it up! I know you're all in on it right?!" You choked out a sob as you wiped your face, moving away from the door and from Minho as you shook your head. 

"You think just because I'm not some famous Idol that I don't have feelings?!" Minho stepped away as you yelled out at him, he'd never heard you raise your voice to anyone before and now you were crying and screaming about feelings.

"What are you talking about?" He tried to steady you but you weren't having any of it, 

"You can quit pretending, I know Jeongin only asked me out because you all bet he could dump me within a year. I get it. I'm the joke," But the look on Minho's face read that he had no idea what you were talking about but that he was angry about it, his face was getting redder by the second. 

"They did what?" You stopped sniffling as you turned to look up at him wondering why he hadn't known about the bet but he heard laughter coming from down the hall and he stormed out of the studio you were standing in. 

"Jeongin!" His voice boomed and it almost sounded as deep as Felix's did as the Maknae froze in place, turning to look at you and Minho. Your eyes were bloodshot as you continued to silently cry into a tissue, 

"Everything okay, babe?" Minho put his hand on Jeongin's chest to stop him from coming any closer to you, he didn't want Jeongin to be near you in this state. 

"Don't call her babe, don't pretend that this is real when she's just heard you betting money on who could date her and dump her!" Jeongin flinched, he'd seen Minho angry before but never this level of anger and he didn't like this side of his Hyung. 

"Are you stupid? Incredibly sensitive or just a complete and utter idiot?!" Felix and Seungmin came out of the room they had been standing in to see what was going on outside when they saw Jeongin, his body was slumped down as he stared at the floor not looking at either you or Minho as he yelled at him. 

"Answer the question!" Minho demanded, his anger boiling up even more at the thought of someone hurting you emotionally or physically. 

"I- I wasn't thinking when I agreed to it," Jeongin mumbled as he still couldn't look up,

"Please! Minho is only angry because he's in love with Y/n." Seungmin spat out making you tense up as Minho turned to him next, 

"You know what, yeah I am but that doesn't mean that you get to toy around with someone's emotions! Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?!" Sana and Nayeon came out of their dressing rooms when they heard the yelling, they took one look at you before dragging you into a friendly embrace while Minho continued to get into a heated argument with Jeongin about what he had done. 

"We were bored," Seungmin mumbled, rolling his head back against the wall as if he didn't care what he had done, 

"You were bored?" Minho scoffed, running his tongue along his teeth as he shook his head, 

"I'm bored sometimes but you don't see me going around and betting money on people's feelings...You make me sick, give me one good reason I shouldn't tell Chan what you've done!?" Jeongin's eyes locked with yours and then to Minho as panic ran through his body,

"Because I'm in love with her, for real...I love her and I...I wanted to call this whole thing off but the boys weren't going to let me," He explained but you didn't look up from Nayeon's arms, you felt nothing when he said he loved you. 

"You should have thought about that before you got into this mess," Minho snapped, watching as Felix and Seungmin walked over to you, apologising before leaving without another word to one another.

"Y/n I'm sorry...I just-" You slapped Jeongin across the cheek as he tried to speak to you, you knew that violence was never the answer but right now it was what he deserved for ripping your heart out and stamping it into the ground. 

"Do you think you can forgive me?" You stared into his eyes as you watched tears roll down his face, you searched them for any sign of sincerity that he meant that he was sorry and you knew he was but it didn't mean you could accept this. 

"No. I can't...Maybe if you had told me about it instead of laughing behind my back things would have been different but now?" You looked him up and down before sniffling, 

"Now I can't even look at you," You whispered turning into a sob as you walked away with Sana and Nayeon to find a girls bathroom where you could clean yourself up for the night.

"Hey," Minho whispered as he replaced Nayeon and Sana in the quiet room, the two of them going off to change before heading home. 

"Hi," You whispered back to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you tried to come down from the small panicky feeling you had experienced. Minho placed his hand over yours, locking your fingers together as you both sat down on the stools in the room. 

"It'll get easier to look at him, I promise." He whispered to you as he traced small patterns into your hand with his fingertips, just having him this close to you made you feel so much better. The two of you had been dating for a month, deciding to try it out together and it was working. 

"I don't know how you do it," You laughed sarcastically as you looked up at Minho through your lashes, he and Jeongin had gone back to acting as though nothing had happened, in fact, the whole of the Maknae line were pretending it never happened and the money was never spoken about again. That was of course after Jeongin tried to give it to you as an apology but you told him you wanted nothing to do with that part of your life anymore.

"I can tell how sorry he is, it doesn't mean I forgive him for hurting you it just means I'm capable of letting it pass but if he hurts you again I'll break his knees," You laughed at him and shook your head at him, 

"No, you won't. He's your friend, you should go though." You nudged him as you noticed the boys manager staring at you through the glass walls of the quiet room, 

"I'll make it up to you, your place tonight?" He questioned as if there was any other place you would go together. The two of you would always hang out at your apartment since you didn't have the bravery to head to the dorms just yet. 

"Yeah, bring food." You ordered as he walked out of the door, sending you a playful wink as he walked away from you.

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[arvinsescape]

Snapped tension.

A/N: Okay, so a few people wanted a Part 2 of the BBQ blurb. (Found here). I also wanted to write it, so here we go. I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Tom for years and you’d had a few moments of tension throughout your relationship and it finally snaps.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (unprotected sex, wrap it up, condoms are a very good barrier from many things, such as unplanned pregnancy and STI’s), Oral (Fem! R). Minors do not engage.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.” Harry yawned, you’d been sat around the firepit for a while now, chatting mindlessly, none of you were sure what time it was.

Most people hummed in agreement.

“I’m not tired.” Tom whispered in your ear and you shivered. “Wanna come back to mine? It’s closer. Night cap?” He asked and you nodded.

As you and Tom got up to leave, you saw Grace shoot you a wink, you bit your lip with a smirk in reply. The walk back to Tom’s was short, he might have travelled the world but he never moved too far away from his mum and dad’s house.

“Ladies first.” Tom said as he held the door open for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You teased.

You were sat in his living room, sat closely, the tension back and thick in the air as you looked at one another.

“Do you mind if I go for a shower? I can smell the smoke on me?” You asked in a low voice. Tom hummed in response as he nodded his head.

Tom had decided he was also going to shower and used the guest shower whilst you used the one in his en-suite. Tom finished before you did and when you entered his bedroom, he was in nothing but his boxers, your towel wrapped around you.

You felt your heart beat racing as he looked at you, freshly showered and topless, he looked so good. He’d been driving you wild all day, you felt yourself grow wetter as you looked at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“I much prefer that outfit on you.” Tom said as he moved closer towards you.

“Likewise.” You said, your mouth had gone dry, god he was gorgeous.

He stood in front of you as you looked up at him through your lashes, you wanted to kiss him so badly. You looked at each other for a while, eyes flicking between each other’s eyes and lips.

“I swear we’ve been here once before.” Tom whispered, lips grazing yours. You stood frozen waiting for him to make a move. “Do you want me to kiss you princess?” He asked and you frantically nodded, the heat between the two of you rising.

Tom captured your lips in his, his tongue tracing your bottom lip before he took it between his teeth and pulled back from you slightly before releasing it.

“You have no idea, how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He spoke again, lips still ghosting yours and you couldn’t stop yourself as you practically jumped on him, lips meeting his in a hot and heavy kiss. Tom wasted no time in pinning you to the wall, hands had a firm grip on your waist as yours found his hair and he groaned as you tugged slightly.

“Can I tell you something else?” He asked as you nodded your head. “I was so gutted that night we almost slept together but never did. I’ve dreamt about making you feel good, having you fall apart on my tongue, fingers, cock so many times.” He said and you felt hot, so incredibly hot with his words.

He nipped at you neck as you moaned, he took the towel you were wearing and ripped it off, it fell to the floor. His leg moving between your own as you ground down almost pathetically against his thigh.

“You’re so wet. Wanna taste you.” He said as he kissed down your body, getting on his knees for you as his hands found your hips again. He placed a string of kisses across your hip bone as your breathing grew harder, you had been waiting for this for a long time, that tension between the two of you snapping as he nudged his nose against your clit.

You let out a moan as he licked a smooth stripe with the flat of his tongue through your folds. 

“Taste so good.” He mumbled before he dived in, lifting your leg as he put it over his shoulder, hands firmly on your hips as he pinned you to the wall. Your head thrown back against it.

“Shit, Tom.” You moaned as he nuzzled into your wet heat, nose nudging your clit as you tried to grind against his face but couldn’t because of his firm grip on your hips. “Feels so good.” You moaned and he groaned into you as you gripped his hair again.

He continued his almost expert licking and sucking on your clit as he brought you towards your high, he took one hand from your hip and trailed it along your thigh, only adding to the sensation. He trailed his fingers up and down your raised thigh, nudging your entrance every so often and you wished he’d just plunge them in, fuck you with them.

“Tom, please.” You begged, it was pathetic and you knew it, you were so needy for him. “Please I need your fingers.” You said as your entrance tightened around nothing. Tom groaned again and slid his fingers easily into your heat, you moaned at the contact as you tightened around them.

Tom moved his free hand to grasp your breast in his hand and you took the opportunity to grind against his tongue, you felt dizzy as your orgasm approached, this was the best oral you’d recieved in so long. He sucked your clit as his fingers stroked your g spot and you cried out.

He moaned as you tightened around his fingers, your orgasm washing over you as he fucked you through it, hand moving to hold you steady as your legs shook. When you came down from your high, he placed kisses up your body before landing his lips back on your own, the taste of yourself making you moan as you panted heavily against him.

“Did so good for me. Fuck you sound hot, hotter than I’d imagined.” He said as he ran a hand up your body, cupping your cheek. “So fucking pretty.” He kissed your cheek as your breathing returned to normal.

Once you were ready again, you pulled his boxers down as he kicked them out of the way, you looked him straight in the eye as you spat on your hand before grasping his hard cock in your hand, wetting it thoroughly and Tom’s eyes widening slightly.

“Such a filthy thing aren’t you?” He said as you pumped his cock a few times. His eyes blown completely wide with lust. “Gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” He said as he lifted you, legs wrapping around his waist as he entered you easily. “So fucking wet.” He said as he gave you a moment to adjust to him.

“Tom, please move.” You begged as you moved your hips slightly into his. Your wish was seemingly his command as he drew his hips from your own before snapping them back into yours, eliciting a moan from you. He grasped your hands in his, pinning your wrists above your head in one hand as the other grasped your thigh. 

You were both breathing heavily and moaning as Tom fucked you into the wall. The cold wall a stark contrast to your hot body. Tom adjusted himself slightly until he found your spot again, making sure to hit it with every thrust, your head falling onto his shoulder as you moaned, feeling your second orgasm approach. He felt you tighten around him and moaned.

“Shit, that feels amazing.” He groaned as he continued to fuck up into you. His lips finding your throat as he sucked harshly at the skin, sure to leave a mark. He dropped your wrists as he pinned you completely to the wall with his hands on your hips, your hands finding his back as you clawed at it, you’d never had sex like this.

“Tom, I’m gonna come.” You said as your head found his shoulder again, his lips finding your ear as he nibbled at the lobe.

“Come for me baby.” He spoke, voice dripping with lust as you released your orgasm, it washed over you in the best way. Moaning his name as your fingernails dug into his back and this spurred his release. “Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned as you felt hot streams of his come paint your heat.

His head found the crook of your neck as you both came down from your highs, he placed kisses against your neck and shoulder as he held you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He was resting most of his weight on you and you embraced it, wanting him as close as possible.

“Probably gonna need another shower after that.” Tom laughed into your neck and a wave of exhaustion and emotions came over you that you couldn’t explain. You’d both finally done it, let that tension snap and now you wondered where it left you. He was still inside you as a tear slipped down your cheek and onto his back.

“Hey.” He said as he pulled back to look at you worried look in his eye. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He panicked as he placed his hand on your face, smoothing his thumb over your cheek.

“No,” you shook your head as a few tears fell from your eyes. “I don’t want this to change anything.” You spoke quietly as Tom studied you, concerned look on his face.

“Baby, this changes everything.” He said softly as he rested his forehead against your own. “I hope this means we can be more.” He said as he kissed at your tears.

“I’ve liked you for so long Tom, I just. I’m sorry I don’t know what happened, a lot of emotions all at once I think.” You laughed lightly and Tom smiled as he kissed you again.

“I’ve liked you for ever, Y/N/N, for as long as I can remember.” He said, the three words were on the tips of both of your tongues, neither brave enough to say it yet. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” He said as he carried you into the bathroom.

Once you were showered and dressed in one of his shirts he pulled you into his chest as he kissed the top of your head, both of you tangled up in bed. 

“Can I take you on a proper date?” He asked quietly as he ran a hand through your hair. You grinned up at him.

“I think that sounds like a really good idea.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine

[mooshys]

the silver lining of bad first dates

summary: a date gone wrong. a walk in the rain. a simple conversation in a ramen shop. mundane slice of life and mutual pining with kuroo.

word count: 2.1k

author’s note and warnings: curse words galore. set in time-skip. pure word vomit. kuroo’s one of those characters that I’m so scared to even consider writing for because I feel as though I’ll never truly be able to “get” his character. whatever though, I tried.

This date fucking sucked.

Point-blank. No sugarcoating because the dude sitting on the opposite side of the dinner table was more interested in the JASDAQ than your name. Seriously, he couldn’t even be bothered to listen to you talk about your alma mater before he swooped in and started blanketing his insecurities with his recent Bitcoin investment. 

Talk about lame.

Wine and hors d’oeuvres be damned, you were making an escape before he started mansplaining the economy. Even wagyu couldn’t save this candlelit disaster.

Making no attempt to be discreet, you whipped your phone out of your bag and typed up a quick text:

Mind picking me up? Shitty date.

Ping! 

Seriously? Again? What’d this guy do this time?

Ping!

Send the address

Ping!

I swear, this is the last time I’m picking you up

You smiled at the screen, thumbs moving fast.

That’s what you said last week

A bubble with three dots appeared, disappeared, and reappeared.

Ping!

Five minutes.

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Like every cliché bad first date, the weather made sure to mimic the mood. The rainfall was nothing less than dreadful, a downpour that left the streets empty as most people kept indoors to avoid getting soaked.

“You’re so lucky that I didn’t have to work overtime tonight,” Kuroo began, standing close to you in an attempt to shield you both from the shower with his janky umbrella. “Otherwise, you’d be walking in the rain or sitting there having your dinner ruined from hearing that guy talk about his gains in the market.”

You laughed at the truth of his words. There really was no one else who knew you like Kuroo. 

“And you know I would’ve walked in the rain out of the two options. I can’t believe someone so dick-ish exists that I’d bail out on a free meal,” you said, raising your voice over the heavy pelting.

Without any warning, a trio of college kids rushed past you two, not paying attention to the other pedestrians walking the sidewalks as their only priority in mind was making it back home before catching a cold. They had their backpacks held up to cover their heads, but it wasn’t much help as their clothes were completely soaked.

“See that?” Kuroo jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “You would’ve been running like those kids all the way back to your apartment if I didn’t show up.”

You lightly elbowed him and rolled your eyes. Rain fell on your shoulder from the sudden movement, but Kuroo repositioned the umbrella to prevent you from getting wet. “As if,” you murmured, hugging your body in an attempt to keep warm. “Thanks for picking me up. Again.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re oh so welcome,” he waved off your words and then cackled when you narrowed your eyes at him. Sometimes he really knew how to push your buttons. “Anyway, are you trying to date a bunch of crappy guys on purpose? Because I feel like that’s what you’re trying to do.”

“It’s not like I ask to go through a bunch of crappy first dates!” you said, letting out a huff of hot air. The past month had been riddled with unsuccessful first dates. Statistically speaking, you were an outlier; the average person probably went through a handful of bad first dates in a single year: you went through that number in a mere month. Multiple standard deviations past, you were way out of the norm. “Maybe I’m just a magnet for awful guys who only have a thing for themselves.”

Kuroo scoffed. “Or maybe you just like to make my life a little bit harder.”

You smiled at his words.

“Maybe.”

Besides the realization that you were like a honeytrap to flies when it came to bad first dates, another constant came from the start of it all: Kuroo. You weren’t expecting much from the first SOS call; really, just someone to walk you back home when it was late and the taxi fares were jacked up. But you would never forget the first time he waited for you outside that overhyped bar with a bag of take-out, his tie loosened and hair messy because he had just left the office and rushed to the nearest place that sold yakisoba for a decent price.

Maybe you did make his life a little bit harder. It was selfish, but whenever you had a bad date, you actually started to anticipate your escape because that meant Kuroo would be there for you.

He was your silver lining for the past month.

Red brick walls came into view once you two rounded the corner into a more secluded alley, revealing a familiar site that made you hungry. A neon sign which turned brighter due to the haze of the rain drew you in like a moth to a flame. It flickered, but still kept its light. Another constant.

Underneath the awning of the restaurant, Kuroo retracted his umbrella and shook the excess water off of it. He shoved it in the small bin filled with umbrellas belonging to the other patrons and dragged the soles of his shoes on the mat before pulling the door open. 

“Let’s just get some ramen,” he said, ushering you inside. You took the first steps and situated yourself at a lone table. He followed and a waitress quickly took your orders, soon rushing back to the kitchen to help with the line of tickets pinned to the wall. 

“Ramen on a rainy day,” you said, giving a low whistle. “You know your stuff.”

“Duh, ramen tastes best when you’re freezing,” he replied, pulling on his necktie to loosen it. He grabbed two pairs of chopsticks along with a pair of spoons, placing a set in front of you. “And it tastes pretty good after bad dates too.”

“You’re talking to the queen of bad first dates.”

“Oh, I’ve had my fair share too, Your Highness.”

As if on cue, two bowls of ramen were brought over from the kitchen along with an extra soft boiled egg as soon as he finished his sentence. The soup had small ringlets floating at the top from the fat of the broth along with bright green scallions acting as a garnish to offer a vibrant and appetizing color. Wasting no time, you both gave thanks and started to dig in.

“You know,” he started, breaking his chopsticks apart and dipping them into the broth. He pulled up a nice amount of noodles, the steam rising up higher than before. “I really think you should quit dating guys who suck.”

Following Kuroo, you did the same and blew at your noodles. “You say it like it’s easy.”

“It is. It’s so easy.” He ate a mouthful and swallowed before speaking again. “You have your top tier guys, your average guys, and then your totally shitty guys. I mean absolute trash—these are the guys you’re dating. Avoid them and all your problems will be solved.”

“Ugh, I feel like we go through this conversation after every single mishap of a date.”

Translation: Kuroo, you sound like my nagging mother.

“Because you never learn.”

Translation: I will nag at you all I want.

You sighed. “Love’s a lot more complicated than you make it.”

“Whatever. Just find a guy who isn’t an asswipe, and then we can talk.”

As you two continued to eat, the kitchen staff remained lively. The sounds of ceramic bowls clattering together along with the static hum of an old radio buzzing some city pop tune your mom would have listened to in her youth acted as background noise while chatting. 

“So... what kind of guy do you think you are?” you asked, curious to hear his answer. Kuroo was in the middle of slurping his noodles and held a hand up to signal you to give him a second.

“Me?” He pointed at himself and you nodded. Who else would you be asking? “I’m your average guy.”

You frowned. “No way.”

“What, you think I’m an absolute trash kind of guy? Harsh.”

“No, I think you’re definitely top tier. Average guys don’t go out of their way to do stuff like this.”

Kuroo raised a brow at you and set his chopsticks down. His bowl was half finished, but he was more interested in what you had to say. “Stuff like what?”

“You know,” you motioned the space between you two, “doing this awful-first-date-rescue-at-the-drop-of-a-hat kind of stuff. No questions asked. Average guys don’t do that. Average guys just pay for your meal and maybe give you their jacket when it’s kind of cold. And sometimes they call you some gross pet name like...” You shivered at the thought. “Kitten or something.”

He looked slightly taken aback. “You don’t like being called kitten?”

“No, something about it sounds gross.”

“That’s just because you haven’t found the right guy to say it to you when—“

Not wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say, you quickly crumpled up a napkin into a ball and tossed it at him. He threw his head back, putting on an act as if you actually did any damage to him.

“Stop. Please. Enough. Don’t even finish what you’re going to say.” You went back to devouring your bowl, the noodles more soft than before. Still tasted great as you shoveled in mouthfuls. “I don’t wanf tew heur et!”

Sporting a disgusted look, Kuroo grabbed a few napkins from the dispenser and slid them to your side of the table. “Jeez, you eat like that whenever you’re on a date? Maybe I saved that guy from you.”

“Well, you’re the one stuck with all of this now,” you motioned a hand to your entirety and wiggled an eyebrow. “Consider yourself lucky.”

He held his chin in the palm of his hand and stared at you from across the table, eyes still holding a glint of amusement under the low lighting of the restaurant. His bowl was nearly finished, yet he focused his attention on you, allowing a small smile to grace his lips as he pondered your words.

You eyed him, his gaze feeling a bit different from before. “What are you doing?”

“Considering,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“...It shouldn’t take you that long to,” you mumbled and ate another mouthful of noodles. He kept at it and soon started to crack up. When you narrowed your eyes at him, he shook his head and pushed another pile of napkins your way. 

“There’s a scallion at the corner of your lips,” he tapped a hand on his bottom lip and cackled when you rushed to grab a napkin and wipe it away. Heat rose to your face and you sucked on your teeth.

“You know what? Forget about me calling you a top tier guy. It never happened.”

He placed a hand over his heart, wounded by your words. “It was kitten, wasn’t it?”

Unable to contain yourself, you laughed into your hand, shoulders shaking. You had to set your chopsticks down as you fanned your face, trying to get rid of the tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. “If I ever heard that from another guy, I would walk out. The second the word came out of his mouth, I would pack up my things, leave, and never look back.”

“But you’re not right now.”

“I’m not.”

“Because I’m a top tier guy. Admit it.”

Because it’s you.

You shook your head and waved the white flag. “Right, that’s exactly it.”

Kuroo crossed his arms in front of his chest, satisfied with your answer. Like he won something from this conversation. He liked the way your lips tugged into a smile, not too tight, but enough to showcase the apples of your cheeks; he liked these nights when he could unwind after a long day of work and laugh about stupid pet names; he loved how easy it all was. 

Consideration done and over with, he went back to finish his bowl, the steam from the broth no longer visible to the naked eye.

“Eat up or it’ll get cold,” he said and sipped on the broth. It was still warm, much to his surprise. “I’ll walk you back home when we’re done.”

You took small bites, prolonging the meal in any way possible: listening to him talk about his lazy cubicle partner, ordering another side of gyoza, folding a napkin to tell him his fortune through grade school methods. Both your bowls were empty, pushed to the side with a sliver of broth left as the focus was neither the food nor the JASDAQ jerk from hours before, but rather mundane conversation that went in circles until the shop emptied out.

A hundred dates could go wrong only for Kuroo to show up and make things right.

Maybe it was time for him to become more than a silver lining.

#I had this in my drafts for 4 months and really could not bring myself to post it #like I absolutely despised it and would reread and edit it over and over again #and I kept this only because of the dialogue line with the top tier guys #Yeah Idk dude it's fine now but begone out of my drafts #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #Ok I also feel like a reason why I *didn't* post this is cuz it's like... rlly different from what I usually post??? #like this was so out of my comfort zone and I honestly feel a bit embarrassed sometimes when I write about ~love~ bc it's like. Ew Gross LOL #constant fear of it being too cheesy and unrealistic lmao

[kats-baku1999]

Touch Starved

Fem!reader is hit with a quirk that makes her unbelievably turned on. Todoroki panics because his friend is in pain and he can’t stand not being able to help. Till you both find a way he can.

Warnings: smut, a lot of smut. a tiny amount of angst at the end.

Todoroki was not sure how it happened, or how he could have even let his guard down. You were patrolling with his father, as a part of your internships. Now he never intentionally meant to be, but he was usually really good about making sure he kept you safe. So when you got hit with a quirk from this crazy guy who was running around, making a mess of things, he hated himself.

It was evident that you were in pain, but he just didn’t know how or why. So he sat on the other side of your room. You were whimpering every so often, and thrashing about. Anytime that he would ask if you were okay, he would be met with a loud whine. Recovery Girl said that you would be fine within a few hours, once the quirk wore off. She was extremely awkward about it though, hurrying off quickly.

Another whine, and Todoroki bit back the frustration that was threatening to spill over. He wasn’t one to cry, but this might do it for him. You were his best friend, and saw the best in him before even Midoriya did. Todoroki couldn’t help but also see more to you. The way your laugh filled a room, the way your hand felt against his arm, and how exceptionally talented you were. Overtime Todoroki found himself falling for you, at least he thought that’s what those feelings were.

There had to be something he could do to help. Todoroki stood up and walked across the room. Kneeling down next to your bed. He wasn’t sure what came over him, but he brushed his hands across your sweaty forehead. This earned him another loud moan, but this time it was filled with lust.

“Shoootoo,” You whining his name did something to him that he wasn’t even sure how to explain. As if his left side had taken over his entire body.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Todoroki panicked, his hands frozen. Shocked when you sat up so you were face to face with your best friend. You leaned in, and began kissing his neck softly. Todoroki froze, no really he shot ice out of his right hand, that landed on the wall behind your bed. Soon enough you made your way to his ear, catching his earrlobe between your teeth and giving it a slight tug.

“Shoto, please I need you so bad,” You moaned in his ear, and another shiver ran down his back.

“Y/N this isn’t you, this is just from the attack,” Todoroki stumbled over his words as your hands slipped through the collar of his shirt, and you dug your nails into his upper back. This caused him to let out a low moan, a sound unfamiliar to both of you, but a sound you wanted to hear again.

“Shoto Todoroki you listen closely,” You mumbled, finally breaking away from him. Only to start removing your clothes, starting with your shirt, revealing a light grey bra holding your breasts in place, “I have thought about you pinning me against the floor in the training room, and fucking me till I screamed so loud my voice was gone,”

You leaned your back against the ice that was beginning to melt down your wall. Moaning at the cold sensation against your hot skin. You slid your sweatpants off, showing him a pair of lace, blue, underwear, that left nothing to the imagination. Hell they were practically just a string. Shoto felt himself grow harder when you moved them to the side, moaning as you traced the outer folds of your most delicate area.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wondered if you would just put a bit of ice on your finger, and touch me just like this?” You moaned, enjoying the sensation of him watching you explore yourself, “So tell me Icyhot, are you just going to keep watching or should I go grab Bakugo to see if he will fuck me?”

That was all it took, the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. Todoroki snapped and moved inhumanly fast onto the bed. He snatched your hand away from your heat, holding both your hands above your head. Before he finally kissed you. His lips were soft against yours, the thing that threw you off though was the fact one side was colder than the other and the other was burning hot. Apparently he couldn’t regulate his temperatures as much when you had him this distracted.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned as the two of you began fighting for dominance. Todoroki won of course, but he also secretly hoped you would have. His hands released yours, and you instantly went to ripping his shirt off of his. Raking your nails up and down his chest, as one hot hand and one cold hand explored your body.

“God Shoto as much as I am loving this foreplay if you don’t fuck me soon I am going to lose it,” You moaned into his ear, and practically turned him feral. Becoming even more turned on at how intense he was, and how out of control he was. Something so completely out of character for him.

“You’re sure?” He whispered as he slid out of his pants and boxers, then went back to tracing his cold finger up and down your soaking wet core. You let out a moan, nodding your head frantically.

“I’m not doing anything until you say yes,” He whispered, and you let out a frustrated groan.

“Fuck Todoroki yes, please just fuck me,” You begged him, and he happily began to oblige.

He lined up to your entrance, and slowly began to slide inside your warm folds. Both of you letting out collective moans at the sensation. Your hands instantly found his shoulders again, digging your sharp nails into them, enough to where you were sure your drew a bit of blood. Once he was bottomed out inside of you, he sat for a moment. Enjoying the feeling of your body trying to stretch to him, and adapt to him being inside of you. Which you were sure would never happen, you didn’t get a chance to take a full look at his cock, but judging by how full you felt right now... He was beyond average.

“Are you ready for me to move?” He whispered, clearly trying to fight back a moan at you clenching around him. Maybe it was the quirk, but just him being inside of you was about to push you over the edge.

“Yes, please Sho, and just keep going,” You moaned out, feeling yourself clench around his length this time. He moaned along with you, before slowly beginning to thrust in and out. That was all it took to push you over the edge the first time, your body practically convulsing against him as you arched forward. Todorki grabbed your head board, not realizing that he was slightly burning it.

“Fuck Y/N,” His voice was even lower and raspier than before, “I’m going to start moving again,”

You nodded frantically, giving him the okay. This time his thrusts weren’t slow and gentle. No, now he was going at a faster pace, clearly needing to chase his high after that. You could feel the tension building up inside of you again, which sent loud moans out of your mouth. Todoroki’s hands were frantically grabbing at anything and everything, including you. You could smell the fabric of your sheets lightly being cinged. Which made sense because you were sure your skin was red where he had touched you too.

“Fuck, Sho, I am so close again,” You moaned out, and he picked up his pace.

“I am too Y/N, don’t hold back,” Todoroki groaned, leaning down so his face was in your neck.

His rhythm was growing sloppy, but still a bit rough. Your moans began to sync together. Both of you finally taking in the entire moment. His hand found yours and intertwined your guy’s fingers together. Soon enough you were falling over the edge again, and he was right there with you. Moaning in complete unison.

He laid there for a minute, growing soft inside of you. His face buried in your neck. Eventually he lifted himself up, and pulled himself out of you gently. Todoroki stood up and looked in horror at the mess you two had made. You laid there, staring at the ceiling. Trying to register what had just happened.

“You’re going to need new sheets,” Todoroki sighed, sliding his sweatpants back on. He wasn’t even registering that you were slowly beginning to cry. Worried that you had just ruined your entire friendship with him.

“I’m so sorry,” You choked out, sitting up and frantically rushing over to pull on a hoodie. Your hands shaking too much to even focus. Todorki stood in shock, trying to understand why you were crying.

“Y/N?” He sighed, walking up behind you, “I am still a work in progress on this whole process emotion thing,”

“I shouldn’t have made you do that,” You sobbed turning around to face him.

“Make me?” Shoto began processing it all, “L/N you didn’t make me do anything,”

“What?” You sniffed, shocked at his use of your last name. It had been awhile since he had been so formal.

“Everything I just did, I wanted to do,” He grabbed your face with his hands, “I wanted you too Y/N, maybe I expected to have to do more research on first dates first,”

“You were doing research?” You chuckled, as he swiped a tear off my cheek.

“You deserve perfection Y/N, and I plan on giving you just that.” Todoroki leaned down and kissed you gently again.

This was just the start of something oddly beautiful.

#todoroki headcanons #todoroki shouto #bnha shoto #todoroki smut #reader x todoroki #bnha smut #mha #mha todoroki #boku no hero headcanons

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

'Ello! Pardon my inactivity but I do have a request for thee, could I have an Albert Wesker x Reader where both he's teaching the reader some new combat moves (even though her job doesn't require doing so) and while they're training she manages to pin him down which results in him "rewarding" her? Apologies for this being long!

Albert Wesker x F!Reader

Warnings: smut

Ever since they started dating Wesker wanted to teach y/n some self-defence techniques, because he wanted to make sure she is safe without him and it was also part of his job. Staying almost everyday after hours, training the mew recruits, RPD became his second home. If he feels he is capable of, he goes to the gym as a method to relive some stress. Not to mention, he realised how much he missed the presence of another human being until his lover came to train with him. 

It was late, not an usual hour for training, but Wesker likes the privacy. Since he doesn’t spend much time at his own house, he didn’t made his own gym, so he either goes to RPD or the one from Umbrella.

It became a routine for them. Even if her job doesn’t require combat training she is grateful for this opportunity. Wesker is an incredible fighter and teacher and has a lot of patience with her. Over time they advanced and now they fight to pin each other to the ground.

The size difference was noticeable, but that wasn’t necessary a bad thing. Albert was taller and stronger belittling y/n maybe without intention. He taunted her on purpose just to piss her off so she could lose focus, then putting her on the ground was easy. He didn’t fall with all his weight on her, he didn’t want to crush her. Dirty thoughts crossed Albert’s mind as he saw her underneath him, squirming and groaning to get free form his release. Albert was sitting on top of her, resting his weight on her chest while griping her shoulder, holding one of her arm in place, with one hand and the other was on the ground. Her arm was uncomfortably staying between his shoulder and the arm that was gripping her shirt, the other was on the ground. If she was quicker she could’ve grabbed his leg and stop him from continuing the move. Albert was near her ear and couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her a little more. He was holding his hands keeping her in a more powerful grip, from which it was impossible to escape.

“You would’ve been robbed 3 times by now.”

“Not everyone is a trained policeman with military experience.”

He let a deep chuckle inside her ear and released his grip.

“We’re going to do this one more time, then we can call it a day.”

“I don’t understand why we need to do this, it’s not like someone will attack an accountant out of the blue.”

“I think i explained you this. I want to you to be prepared for anything, even if there aren’t many crimes going around. You should thank me.”

“For teaching me, or for the low crime rate?” 

“Shut up.” 

Wesker chraged towards her and this time without any restraint. When his fist was about to hit her face, she lowered herself at his chest level, placed one hand on his lower thigh and the other on his back and lifted his leg up spinning him around, then dropping him on the ground. A very confused Wesker was now laying on the floor, processing what happened. He was sure she will fail this time, but when he came back from his confusion , pride and joy conquered his mind. His girl did it. Y/N saw he was dazed and she kneeled next to him worried he might hit his head too hard. 

“Did i throw you too hard?”

“No, i received stronger hits.”

“Are you that impressed then?”

“Yes.”

Y/N left out a small chuckle and gave him a small kiss on his sweaty forehead, putting back in place a few strands of hair.

“He looked so good when he’s like this” she thought while running her fingers through his blond hair, admiring his exhausted form. His cheeks were red, his breath heavy, in other words, he wasn’t the perfect guy anymore. Sometimes his impeccable appearance pissed her off. Everyone has bad days, but not him. Moments like this were a treasure to her.

A small moan left his mouth when y/n grip tightened on his scalp.

“You like pain, don’t you?” Y/N was surprised when she felt his long, thick fingers moving on her inner thigh. Wesker was squeezing her flesh and was going painfully slow up to her clothed core.

“Big boy was pinned down and now he wants attention?”

“I don’t mind”

She moved the hand from his scalp, caressing his soft white skin down to the elastic band of his shorts, playing with the laces while extending his agony. She playfully inserted a finger inside, just as deep as the elastic band was, and kept pulling it. She took a glance over her shoulder and could see his erection growing.

“Do you want some comfort down there, big guy?” She said while teasing the area just above the growing member with her fingertips.

Wesker let out a shaky “please”, the other hand moved alongside to pull the tank top, enough to reveal his hardening nipple. It didn’t take long for her lips to make contact with the skin, while the other hand went deeper to explore his hot member. She grabbed it and began to stroke him gently, her fingers barely touching around his girth, while her tongue drew circles around his nipple. Wesker was struggling to pull off her leggings so he could slide a few fingers inside her. Y/N noticed and helped the poor man. In a few seconds she resumed her actions, this time half naked while Wesker was working fanatically her core. The idea of being caught excited them both, and they didn’t have any intention to speed things up. The room was filled with their dirty moans.

Wesker was making scissor motions with his fingers inside her. She needed to be well prepared to take him whole. Y/N increased the speed as well, going up and down to his ball sack, then up again. His shaft was soaked in his own precum, and his nipple was red and swollen by all the sucking.

“Say, do you want to spice it up, Y/N?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sit on my face.”

She immediately removed her leggings and panties and rested her wet core on his face, feeling his hot breath on her lips. His tongue began to spread her folds and feel the salty liquid that was dripping on his tongue. He raised his hips a little to allow y/n to remove his clothes too, revealing his hard member. The chill air made it throb, but it was soon engulfed by her hungry mouth. Well, how much she could because he was really long and thick. She covered his tip with her tips, then she proceeded to go slowly down his length taking more and more until the tip hit the back of her throat. The she stopped and pulled back, only to go down again, accommodating with the length. Meanwhile, Albert had his big thumb pressed on her clit and his tongue deep buried in her hole, licking around the contracting walls. Precum started to leak down her throat and he began to throb in her mouth. Y/N removed herself and Wesker whined in protest, trying to put pin her down again.

“Haven’t learned your lesson?”

Y/N stand up and turned around so she could sit on his cock. She was well warmed up and near edge, so with a quick thrust Wesker filled her insides. Y/N felt so full that it was unbearable. His shaft constantly hit her spot and tears began to drip down her cheeks from the overstimulation. Wesker was close too, she could feel him throb inside. She threw her head back, her vision went dark for a few seconds and all the tension that was building in her abdomen, stomach, and chest was released as she came hard on his cock. Her contractions helped Wesker reach his release too, he grabbed her flesh so hard that it turned red under his fingers so he could hold her in place. Y/N collapsed on his chest with his shaft still inside her.

“I will beat you up more frequently.”

“Oh dear, you’ll have to try harder from now on.”

“Don’t you like rewarding sex?”

“I like sex in my bed to be honest.”

He had a point. With all the adrenaline and arousal gone, self consciousness made it’s way in their minds. They were in the RPD, late, and anyone could enter the gym. Wesker pulled out, a mixture of their cum and sweat combined dripping down her thighs. He took a towel and cleaned around her core and helped her stand up. After a quick kiss on the lips, they both headed to the locker room. Hopefully, they haven’t met anyone on their way there, nor on their way to the parking lot. It was indeed a quiet city.

#resident evil #albert wesker #smut #fic

[kim-monsterlings]

Torben - M Fae x F Human (Reader)

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: SFW/Orange, dancing with fae, hinted romance, minor angst, pinned to a wall, throat kissing (if there is anything below which needs to be mentioned here in future, let me know!)

Wordcount: 2588

"I don't have a date."

Reyna lifted a golden tinted eyebrow. The sly smile was warning enough, as were her jewelled fingers lifting towards the soft petals woven into your gown. "Take Torben. He invited you tonight, after all."

Her touch drifted from the blush bell sleeves, her grin too persuasive. The company of fae rushing past you towards the centre of the palace did little to deter her from speaking so loudly about Torben, a high fae, and one of her oldest friends. Reyna being fae, too, had an invite to the Court of Spring by her existence alone. The same didn't apply to you.

"I'm only your plus one," you said quietly, brushing down the dress to distract yourself from her frown. Torben had visited your realm many times by Reyna's invite and after long, he seemed to be there more than not. Once, as Torben had left with a kiss to her crown and to your palm, Reyna's impish features scrunched in thought, her plan to play cupid sprung, and she had persisted since. Her latest attempt, trying to double date; her with any willing partner, and you, of all people, with him. "He must have felt bad, not inviting me."

"He invited you," Reyna said, but the hallway dimmed at the wide, open doors, and a crowd drowned her next words in awe.

Glittering lights like… like stars hung in the room, glowing and dazzling the fae dancing beneath the floating petals. Rich perfumes of wine and fruits teased you forwards, and you nearly lost yourself so soon, had a warm voice not grounded you.

Fae mimicked their courts of birth, and Torben looked every bit a fae of the Court of Spring. From the silver-painted smile marred by crimson wine, the cloak to his suit of vines and lilac blossoms, not forgetting his wings rising above him as they fluttered, catching the light like frosted glass in summer, he put the charmed gardens beyond to shame. In your realm, the flipping of your stomach had been easier to hide but now, entranced by his indigo nails and the shimmer of his rings, the attraction rose to tighten at your throat.

Reyna's elbow caught your ribs. They were watching you, Torben's hand outstretched. His smile rose as he said, likely for the second time, "dance with me."

Music soothed the tension quick to run down your back, but he was stepping closer. Torben bowed his head enough for the thick curls against his ochre ram horns to tickle his forehead.

"You have my word," he began slowly, rising his free arm to press to his heart. "Until you ask to be taken from the dance."

Torben rose when your fingers slid against his palm. Your pulse fluttered at his lips soft on your knuckles, but he was leading you at his side deeper into the throes of drunken fae before drawing your bodies flush. One hand on your neck. One on your low, bare back, a shiver drawing a gasp from the cool touch of rings. His thigh pressed tight between your own and he was nudging you back. Every gentle nudge accompanied a rich laugh only helping to unsteady you further, and a cycle of your dizzying returned when he stroked across your nape and guided you back once more.

Though you tried to look from the dancers, the way from the circle was charmed despite your immunity to glamour tonight. Reyna took great care in providing potions and fruits to ward it off, yet you couldn't see beyond. Already your body was warming and Torben slowed, face close and voice low.

“Trust in me now,” he implored. The music continued and so did you, drawn to lean tighter to his lithe frame by the gentleness of his hold. "Look only at me."

Worries flitted through your mind in a matter of seconds; had he brought you here on Reyna's arm for a game, where fae, royalty above all, were renowned for tricking away a mortal's sanity? Your feet hadn't begun to ache nor your lungs burn short of breath, and his word bound you together.

Torben's thumb traced along your jaw. He drew your face higher until only a hair's breadth was between you and whispered, "dance."

He spun you out into a laugh and when you curled back into his arms, his hands on your ribs and yours clutching his forearms beneath his soft cloak, the fears melted. His grin was one only a pure fae could bless a mortal with, one of power and delight as he gathered you tight and led you deeper into the circle.

Each turn was guided by his slender fingers, a ring pressing to your spine enough for you to lean back, his chest pressing tight to yours. Your heart beat in time with his, hard and fast. Torben's hot breaths fluttered into your neck, a soft brush of lips stealing your ability to draw yourself up. If not for his embrace, your heart along with your body would have given out.

"It's been almost five songs. Come."

Lost, so helplessly lost in the sheen to his bright eyes and the scent of petals where you rested near on chest, the lilt of his gentle voice barely broke the lure of the dance. "Five?"

Torben’s rising lips pressed to your knuckles. He hummed once before twirling you from his chest, though never out of reach. Fingers still tangled together, the high fae led you from the dancers and revellers until the music began to fade. Not for the first time since arriving, Torben held you close and whispered your name - whispered, in the same tenderness you would speak his true name, and waited for your weak nod when the sudden aches in the absence of glamour began to ebb.

“Thank you.”

The high fae tipped your chin higher with his fingertip. “You know better than to give me your thanks,” he said, but warmly, and he was close enough now you could feel the brush of his hair loose on your forehead. The way he drew in a soft breath sent your thoughts spiralling, until his gaze flitted up, beyond you. “Reyna will want to see you. You are beautiful,” he murmured, just as your fingertips began to fall away from his. “Do you like it?”

Warmth drained from your cheeks. Reyna had teased, her touch fluttering at the fabric, but she had never alluded to it being a gift. A gift from Torben. A gift you hadn’t been able to refuse. A gift from a high fae. He was gone before you had the chance to offer a gift in return, to break the debt, and you found yourself unsteady at Reyna’s side.

Her evening thus far had been spent flirting with a nymph, and after almost a torturous quarter hour intruding on them, the absence of warmth from the hall came to weigh in your stomach. The heat of their deliberate, provocative touches was reminiscent of the brush of rings along your hips, the fluttering lips down your soft ear. With Torben out of sight, the following realisation that you had been seeking him became the excuse you needed to justify leaving. As much as you wished for it to, Reyna smirked, and your weak scoff would do nothing to dissuade her from later teasing.

The halls beyond led in mazes. Wisps of music beckoned you into nearly turning back, soon to lose yourself in the revel. Had it not been the itch spurring you on to find an elusive high fae, it might have worked. Torben had tricked you through Reyna. The dress you had gasped at, fretted about wearing for fear of ruining it, had been a gift.

It wasn’t the first gift Torben had presented. Each had been sweet, fleeting moments - a rose plucked and tucked behind your ear while waiting for Reyna’s return, a compliment whispered in a hug, the flower circlet woven carefully into your hair tonight - but each a painful reminder of his deeper nature, a longing to ensnare you. Each had been carefully countered - your small smile in tucking a richer red rose back against his horn, a kiss to his cheek, a glittering blossom broach pinning his cloak together - and at that you had been equal, no debts and no danger.

The itch didn’t cease; it wasn’t only to settle a debt that sent you running after Torben.

Shadows were never just shadows in this realm but you hadn't thought to look beyond them. His melodic call tripped you back into the shadows, weak and regaining your breath as he rose from them.

"Would it be so bad?"

Shimmering jewels woven into his ochre hair caught your eye first, certain his thick horns had been unadorned before he left you. Decorated horns had meaning, an intent, but you could hardly focus long enough to recall it when his slender fingers stroked beneath your chin. Warm, but the cool touch of rings caressed your jaw.

"Would it?"

"Torben..." Reyna would laugh if she saw you so helpless before him now, just like she had always hoped for. You frowned at the thought and reached for his wrist. "Reyna put you up to this, didn't she?"

"No." Gone was the musical lilt, replaced by a sharp edge. Torben caught your hand before you could push him away, fingers entwined as your knuckles scraped the stone wall beside your head. Soft flutters of his delicate wings disarmed you as he ran his thumb higher, teasing your lips to part on a choked gasp. "This is my doing. My question," he prompted, though his eyes remained on your lips, how they flushed under his pressing touch.

On your move to ask for him to repeat it, Torben tsked. His touch rose just a little, enough for your head to tip back, to lean into the wall for support, breath hot and rushing from your lungs as his thumb ran firmer. Rings bit into your fingers when he pressed his hand harder to yours. The bait was there in his eyes, a dare and glowing. His pearly and feathered eyebrow arched. He wanted you to taunt him and goad him. You did nothing of the kind and eventually, Torben hummed, his palm running across to your cheek.

"Would it be so bad," he murmured, "to date me?"

His forearm became your anchor when you trembled. Torben brought himself closer. Though lean, he was taller than you, his deliberate rise and steady touch of his hand lifting your face to his. The embrace now was so different to the dance; he had held you gently there, where he now ensnared you, encompassing you entirely – in a way you couldn’t deny had your body humming for a closer touch. There came another flit of his wings and the same sparkling glow mirrored in his eyes.

"Tell me."

If you hadn't been prepared, the truth would have rushed from you. The allure of glamour tempted you nonetheless, but you felt cold. "How dare you."

Torben's lips curled. "I hoped you would answer regardless." In the breath of pause where you struggled to think, he said, "I'd not glamour you. If not for the certainty of your immunity tonight, I would not have done."

"Then you hoped to trick me?"

The fae recoiled and then, his hold slackened. Torben fell away, bar his hand on your face, stroking beneath your cheekbone in a touch barely there at all. "That's what you think of me? That this is all a cruel trick?" His hand finally rose to his glittering horns as they curled down to his nape. In his muttering, he began to pluck at the thin ribbons and rings. "This has been at my hand, not Reyna's. My apologies. Pardon me."

When he tore a band of thorns from his horn, you lurched forward. Torben continued to force away the ribbons until you snatched his wrists like he had yours. "Let me."

He stilled, then turned his darkened eyes on you. In the silence, slow and thickening, he began to laugh. It grew into a hoarse echo rumbling from his chest against yours. "What a cruel taunt. I understood your rejection just fine, thank you. Do not seek to twist the dagger deeper."

"It's for me?"

Torben scowled. "Is this some petty revenge? Stop it."

With a loose ribbon already snagged on his rings, you carefully unwound it. Torben scoffed but stayed when you curled his arm into your chest, thumbing the soft fabric of the ribbon, the same as the dress Reyna had sent for you; the dress he had gifted you.

His horns hadn't been decorated in the hall. This was a private matter between friends. He had never declared his intent before and- your heart ached, your eyes lifting to where he turned deliberately away from you. Until now, he had attempted to court you as a human would, through dates and gifts; gifts refused for the ulterior debt any other fae would ensnare you on, and dates thwarted because of your nerves.

"No."

His pointed ears flushed dark. "You mean to hurt me more?"

"To your question." His hand had curled into a fist but you held him closer, running your free hand up to his elbow to squeeze. "It wouldn't be bad to date you. I'd like to."

"Your pity is insulting-"

"Reyna's teasing always felt like teases, nothing more." Still unconvinced, his frown remained, his eyes heavy-lidded where he watched your thumb trace up to brush along his racing pulse. “For her to say I should a date a fae, one as... as lovely and kind as you, whose home is a different realm, it,” the flatness of your whisper fractured into a deep breath, one Torben noticed too well. His narrowed eyes softened, and his fingers tightened on yours. "It seemed like only teasing. The horns - I wasn't taunting, I promise."

Torben spoke carefully. "Promises hold a lot of weight."

"I promise."

"You promise?"

Your small heels did little, so you tucked the ribbon through his wreath of thorns laid against his hair. Torben bowed his head until you had it tight. Your fingers fell to smooth over the broach at his collarbones. "I promise."

Torben felt closer now than when he'd had you pinned. Like he would sweep you from your feet once more into a dance, his arm fell around your waist and traced down your lower back. "Did you not question the frequency of my returns? How each visit was in your presence?"

"I didn't want to hurt myself by believing it."

"Believe it."

"I do," you said. Torben's lips twitched. "I promise. Promise me something." He hummed quietly, but his focus was already waning. With you now in his arms, he could touch you, hold you and slowly, begin to court you as he had intended. His wings began to shimmer again. "Promise no glamour. No tricks."

"I promise."

Torben caught you and warmth brightened his eyes when you softened against him. "I'd rather it be us for our first date, though."

"I know somewhere we could be alone. Just us, now."

"Oh?"

Torben's wings fluttered and he pressed his lips low to your jaw, leaving a silver kiss, you were sure. He led you away from the party into his arms, away from Reyna, where she had known better than to wait for you to return.

This is the first exo fic I’ve finished and posted on my account!! I’m very excited to write more and share it. Let me know what you thought!

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[dakarimainink]

10 Seconds

WARNING: 18+, SMUT, mention of alcohol, rough fucking, dominating, Dom/Sub-ish, orgasm denial, orgasm (both male and female), bodily fluids, language, clit slapping, punishment, chocking, just... it's explicit okay...

Pairing: Dave York x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 3K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own. This... I just can't stop imagining Dave York being a dominant guy, loving to punish just the smallest things, and seriously; clit slapping is a new passion for me and he fits the bill to do so.

Dave finds out you had a wineglass or two when you were babysitting his girls, and he's not going to let it go unpunished.

Masterlist

You saw the headlights of the car flash across the living room windows. Your eyes darted to the empty wine glass on the coffee table and panic shot through your veins. You jumped up, hooking the wine glass between your fingers and rushed to the kitchen. Turning on the tap, you grabbed the dish soap and squirted the liquid all over the crystal.

Shit, shit, shit. You chanted in your head as you heard voices from the porch. You held the glass under the warm water bursting out of the faucet and spilled water onto your shirt. Fuck! You slapped yourself mentally as you washed away the residue of wine, lipstick and soap on the glass. You gently shook the glass, flicking off the excess water in the sink when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You swung around and hid the glass behind your back as your eyes met a suspicious brown gaze. His brows were lightly furrowed as he assessed you where you stood. He was – as always – impeccably dressed; wearing his black two-piece suit and white shirt with polished black shoes, he made your knees slightly tremble.

“Mr. York, you’re home earlier than expected.” You stumbled over your words as you tried to not let panic consume you where you stood. You felt your shirt soak up the water from the glass when you chewed on your inner cheek. You glanced behind him before looking back at him. “Where is Mrs. York?”

“She is in the car getting her purse.” He replied and slid his hands in his pockets. “You look nervous.” He noted and took a step forward.

“Nervous? Me? No, not at all.” Your brain was racing as you knew he saw something was off with you.

He let out a deep exhale. “Let me take you home then.” He turned around and walked towards the entrance. Your eyes followed him until you no longer could see him, before you almost threw the glass back in the cupboard it belonged to.

You made your way to the entrance where Dave stood waiting for you and where his wife was about to take off her coat. “How was the date, Mrs. York?” You smiled politely as you slid on your worn sneakers, a stark contrast to her black pumps.

“It was fantastic dear; Dave took us to that lovely restaurant in town – what was it called again?” She looked up at her husband.

“Rooster and Owl.” He reminded her and she nodded in agreement.

“That’s it. I highly recommend it. How has it been going here? Have they behaved?” She took a step aside as you reached for your jacket.

You smiled at her. “They have behaved as always. We played some games and watched a movie before bedtime. They fell asleep pretty quickly.” You giggled as you thought back at it. “I gave them some grapes to snack on as well.”

“Well, thank you for coming on such short notice. Dave, will you make sure to tip in some extra for it when you drop her off?”

“Oh, Mrs. York, you truly don’t have to-”

“Nonsense, you deserve it dear. You’ve always been so good with the girls. They always tell us about your little adventures the next day.” She interrupted you before you could finish and you just beamed in return. “Good night dear.”

“Good night, Mrs. York.”

Dave opened the door for you and you passed by him, taking in his cologne while you did, and walked towards his car. You heard him close the door and his heavy footsteps following you down the pathway to the car.

The drive home was silent.

~

You unlocked the door to your apartment and gently pushed open the door. You turned around to look up at Dave, who had his eyes burning at you. “Would you like to come in for a drink?” You asked carefully.

“I’ll take a glass of water.” He said and walked past you into the apartment.

You closed the door behind you, kicked your sneakers off and shrugged out of your jacket before making your way to the kitchen. You pulled out a glass and filled it with water, as you turned around, you found Dave standing right behind you, hands in pockets and eyes narrowed at your face. The water spilled over and onto your hand and shirt, making you gasp at the coldness of it and your nipples hardened immediately.

“How much?” He said lowly, his eyes darting to your nipples poking against the thin material of your shirt before capturing your gaze.

You furrowed your brows at him and set down the glass on the counter behind you. “I don’t know wh-”

His hand flew up to your throat and his fingers wrapped around. “How much?” He growled from his chest and you felt the pressure tighten around your neck, his nostrils flaring with anger.

You lifted your hand and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, eyes begging him to let go. As you saw no mercy within his gaze, you dropped your eyes to his slightly heaving chest, cursing at yourself for not cleaning the glass earlier.

“Two glasses.” You whispered guiltily. It wasn’t a lot and you weren’t even tipsy from it, but you knew just one drop was enough to set him off.

He shifted his grip higher up your throat and tilted your head back, forcing you to look at him. His brows were knitted as he fumed. “Two glasses…” He echoed your words. “That’s two too many.” His eyes turned darker by the second, but you couldn’t help the honey dripping out between your legs.

“Please, Mr. York.” You pressed through your throat. “It had been a long d-”

He pulled you up to your tippy toes, noses almost touching and his breath hitting your lips roughly. “I’ve told you to not drink around my girls.” He said through gritted teeth. “I don’t care how little or what excuses you might have.”

He finally let go of your throat and you lowered to your heels, gasping for air and choking a little with each deep inhale. He took a step to the side, grabbed the back of your neck, pushed you forward onto the opposite countertop and bent you down over it, your cheek pressing against the cold surface.

He pressed down on your neck as you slid your hands over the countertop to push yourself up. “Stay down.” He barked and a shiver shot up your spine. Your pulse quickened from the sudden rush of adrenaline swirling in your veins. “You never asked me about how I thought the date went.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you gulped. You knew he had a point to his words, so instead of arguing about it, you followed along. “How did the date go, Mr. York?” You mumbled, feeling his free hand ghost over your lower back. You couldn’t look at him, as your head was facing the opposite side of where he stood, pinning you down over the countertop.

“It was like any other date.” He said calmly. “Great food, good company and passable scenery, but the only thing I could think about…” His hand stroked your right asscheek softly. “Was that dripping cunt of yours.”

His words made you breathe out shuddering. You tried to shift under his grip, but he pressed harder around your neck.

“I had hoped to make this a pleasant experience for you, but when you go and misbehave like that, you give me no choice.” You felt a sharp sting on your ass as his hand landed on your backside. A yelp escaped you at the sensation. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re doing it to get a rise out of me.” Another slap and you inhaled sharply. “Or perhaps you just enjoy being punished.” Your body jolted at the third sting on your ass, your fingers clawing at the countertop surface.

“Please, Mr. York…” You cried out, feeling your panties getting soaked. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet you’re not.” He let go of your neck, but you laid frozen, not daring to move as you felt him move right behind you. He moved his hands around your waist, unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them over your ass and halfway down your thighs. He cooed at the sight he saw. “So wet.” He murmured as he inhaled your sweet scent, watching your soaked panties. “I guess you do enjoy it.” He jeered and eyed the red flesh on your ass. His hand brushed over the tender spot and you couldn’t help the low hiss escaping you.

“Sore?” He teased with a dark smirk. You looked at him from the corner of your eye. Before you could reply, he slapped your other cheek, making you yelp where you laid.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, feeling the lingering sting as you shut your eyes and furrowed your brows in both pain and lust.

Another slap and your whole body jerked. “Language.” He growled, letting his hand rest on your warm flesh he just smacked. He let out a sigh as he softly caressed your ass, watching you fight against squirming under his touch. His hand slid down to your clothed mound, feeling your juices seep through the fibres of your panties. He bit his lower lip as he felt his cock strain against his trousers.

He hooked the sides of your panties and slid it down to your thighs. With his index finger, he drew it between your dripping petals and you let out a low moan. He knelt down to one knee and pushed his finger into your craving mound. You closed your eyes and gasped as he teased your walls. “I would have loved to eat you out…” He murmured, his breath hot against your pussy, making you whine out at his words. “But bad girls don’t get to experience that pleasure.” He slid out his finger and placed it in his mouth, tasting your honey. “Hmm…”

You licked your lips and bit your lower lip as you saw him rise up to his feet. “Please, Dave…”

His eyes snapped to yours and shivers shot through your body. Holding your gaze, he guided his hand to rest on your pussy. You carefully shook your head as you gaped at him with pleading eyes.

“Please don-”

His fingers spanked against your clit, making you cry out and push yourself up from the countertop. With his other hand, he grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you back down onto the counter.

“I said stay down.” He growled as he pressed you down, your cheek aching against the cold surface. “And you know exactly what to call me.” His fingers ghosted over your clit. “What is it?”

“Sir.” You breathed out heavily.

He bent forward and over you, his cock pressing against your asscheek as he placed his lips close to your ear. “Good girl.” His breath tickled your ear before he straightened up. He removed his hand from your mound and gave it a long lick, humming at the taste of you, making your cunt clench at the vibrating sound from his chest.

“Sir, please…” You carefully begged, feeling the grip on your neck loosen as he revelled at the taste of you. “Please fuck me.”

He chuckled deeply at your words. “Fuck you?” He started as he let go of your neck and stepped right behind you. “I will fuck you…” You heard him unbuckle his belt and his zipper going down, the sounds sending a delicious shiver up your spine and sparks flickered in your abdomen. “But since you haven’t behaved…” You felt the tip of his cock slide between your wet folds, teasing you with each stroke. He stopped right by your entrance and pushed just the tip of his cock in. You gasped at the small invasion of him. “You’re not allowed to come.”

You gaped at his words, your lips ready to argue against his words, but the words you were going to disagree with turned to a long moan as he thrusted slowly in, invading your aching cunt. Your fingers pressed onto the countertop as you rose your head, bending it backwards while exhaling deeply.

He pushed all the way in, his cock pressing against your cervix. Your walls clenched around him, making him groan and his hands took a hold of your hips. He pulled out before slamming into you, making you cry out and grab a hold of the edge of the countertop. He set a quick and unforgiving pace, your whole body was already ready to explode around him, but you were scared of what would happen if you came undone.

“Fuck… you’re always… so… tight… for me…” He grunted with his thrusts, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked you into ecstasy. Your walls were trembling around him and you could barely keep your legs straight.

You gasped for air as he twirled your hair around his hand and pulled you back. He let go of your hair and interlaced his fingers around your throat as he continued to fuck into you. You could peek the top of his head as your body was bent back, straining on your muscles as you fought against coming.

You heard his heavy breathing and knew he was getting close. Your arms and legs were shaking, tears running down your cheeks as your body begged you to give in to the release. He pulled further back on your throat and you met his dark gaze. He thrusted up as he placed his lips above your hairline; he loved how you bent for him, twisting yourself into everything he wanted.

His thrusts had slowed down as he huffed out with each push, his breath hot on your face as you kept your eyes shut, tears continuing to trail down your temples and down your hair.

He finally grunted out and stilled inside of you, feeling your walls was painted with his warm cum. He kissed the top of your head while murmuring; “Good girl.”

He let go of your throat and your body collapsed forward onto the countertop, muscles trembling and walls quivering, frustration surging in your gut as you haven’t had your release. He pulled out of you, his cum dripping down your inner thighs and onto your panties.

You breathed in slowly, your throat sore from the constraints of his fingers. You could hear him zip himself up and buckle his belt as you laid broken on the cold surface, tears pooling on the countertop.

“Stand up and turn around.” He commanded.

You forced your body up, your body shivering with the strain of standing straight. You turned to look at him with painful eyes. He lifted his hand and wiped away your new warm tears from your face with his thumb.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered and your stomach fluttered at his low words. “I’m going to help you come, but I’m only going to give you 10 seconds to do so.” He rose his one hand with the watch on and looked at it as his other hand hovered next to your mound. He caught your eyes with a dark smirk. “10 seconds.” He reminded you lowly, but you knew that was more than enough time.

His eyes snapped to his watch again and his other hand delved between your petals. He immediately slid in two fingers, curling them up to massage that perfect spot within you while the heel of his palm rubbed against your clit.

A shock of electricity shot through your body at the contact and your muscles immediately tensed up. You were finally going to have the release you had sought for since he stepped into your apartment. He rubbed his palm in circles as his fingers worked their magic inside of you.

You gasped for air as your fingers curled around the counter edge, feeling the fire surge within your abdomen. Your head snapped back as the fire exploded within you and reached out to your toes, fingertips and head. He continued to rub your clit through your orgasm, your whole body trembling. Your knees collapsed beneath you and he quickly hooked his free arm around your waist, holding you up as you worked through your ecstasy.

He retrieved his hand from your dripping mound and admired the sweet juices glistening on his fingers. He put them in his mouth, licking clean each finger as you watched him through heavy eyelids and blurred gaze. He hummed delightfully as he tasted you once more.

You leaned onto him and he wrapped his other arm around you, holding you tight to him. His fingers trailed through your hair softly and you could feel his warmth envelop you. “My good little girl.” He whispered as he kissed your hair tenderly. “You did good.” He praised you and you droned in response.

“Thank you.” You mumbled into his chest.

He bent down and hooked his arm behind your legs and pulled you up, holding you bridal style, you nuzzled into his warmth as he carried you to your bedroom. He placed you down onto your bed and carefully slid you out of your clothes, leaving you completely naked and he couldn’t help but let his eyes drag along your body, admiring the perfection lying displayed in front of him.

He pulled the duvet over your worn body and knelt one knee next to you. He bent down and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. “My baby girl.” He murmured onto your skin and a soft smile drew across your lips. “I’ll come check on you tomorrow morning.”

He pulled back when you wrapped your hand around his wrist, holding him back. Your eyes met in the dark and you didn’t have to say a word before he tilted down again and carefully claimed your lips; soft, gentle and lustful.

He stood up to his feet and looked down on your already sleeping form. He wanted to stay, lay next to you and make sure you were okay, but his other life was waiting for him and he regretfully left your apartment, already looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

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[dameronology]

tea & whiskey {jack daniels x reader} - 3

3 - an examination of agent tequila and why he takes rejection so damn hard

summary: after tequila is on the receiving end of your stress, jack decides to help you de-stress in the only way he knows how: alcohol. what could go wrong? (series masterlist) 

warnings: language 

honestly this might be my fave chapter yet 

- jazz

song for this chapter: oil on water by bastille 

Within a few weeks of being in New York City, you’d fallen into a routine. 

You missed London, truly and deeply, but it was almost as if you didn’t have time to think about it. Between being dragged into more undercover missions with Whiskey, keeping up with Merlin’s demanding schedule and trying to tail Calahan and his contacts, you were lucky if you had time to sit down and have a cup of coffee. Being a Statesman was much more fast-paced than working at Kingsman; you didn’t dislike it by any means, but you had a pool-sized bathtub waiting in your shiny, new apartment that you never got to use. You were pulling five or six late nights a week, usually not leaving the office till 10PM. 

Working with Jack Daniels was...an experience. He was nice, in some ways -- he always brought you coffee when he went to get some for himself, and he drove you home on those late nights so that you didn’t have to take the subways. He had a few annoying habits - namely the fact he never seemed to shut up or ever use your real name, instead opting for a thousand different nicknames - but he was more than tolerable. He worked hard and played hard, and you respected that. He helped you stay hot on Calahan’s tail and that was the most important thing. 

On your third week in New York, Merlin flew out to see you. You’d been keeping him up to date with weekly briefings, but he’d wanted to come out and have a proper look at the actual work you and Jack had been doing. The evening before he arrived, you’d pulled an all-nighter to try and organise the files. Whiskey seemingly had no organisational skills, instead opting for a stack of folders that had no meaningful order. The paperwork was endless, not unlike Jack’s energy the following morning. 

‘Anyways, so I tell the guy to go fuck his moth-’

‘- Jack.’ You held your hand out to him, motioning him to shut the hell up as you rubbed your temples. ‘I appreciate all your funny stories of when you were a fratboy in Yeehaw Land but I have to get this done.’

‘What’s with you this morning, tea?’ Jack looked up from his laptop, brow furrowing. ‘You haven’t insulted me once since you walked through that damn door two hours ago and I’m starting to become concerned.’

‘I just have a lot of work to do.’ You replied. ‘Merlin is landing any minute now and I...how did you put it last week? I’m as busy as a cat covering crap on a marble floor.’

‘Southern sayings don’t quite right with your accent.’ He offered you a smile. ‘So what if Baldilocks is on his way? You’ve been doing your job real good these last few weeks.’

‘Merlin is...particular.’ You let your eyes trail away from your screen and out towards the view of the city beside your desk. ‘Everything has to be perfect or I might as well have spent the last three weeks shitting in my hands and clapping.’ 

‘They didn’t praise you much at Kingsman, huh?’ Jack quirked an eyebrow.

‘I never gave it much thought but I guess you’re right.’ You shrugged. ‘Why would they praise us for meeting expectations? A slap on the back for doing the bare minimum is pointless.’

It was true: praise at Kingsman was far and few - and you only got for achieving superhuman standards. If you were bad at your job, they would fire you. If they were good, they kept you. That’s how it worked. That’s how it had always worked. You’d never had so much as a well done! or a you’re doing great! from Merlin, nor Harry or Arthur. It had been odd at first but you’d become used to it.

‘What you do is not the bare minimum.’ Whiskey shook his head. ‘You do you know you’re a good agent, right?’

Jack had been impressed with you over the last few weeks. You seemed to embody the very energy of getting shit done. You worked through your lunch breaks and arrived to the office earlier than everyone -- and then you left later than everyone. He was surprised you didn’t hold a more senior position, if anything.

‘I mean, I guess?’ You averted your glance back towards him. ‘I work hard. I’m just hoping it pays off some day.’

‘Just-’ Jack sighed, pausing for a moment. ‘Don’t worry about the paperwork, okay? I can vouch for the fact you’ve worked your pretty little-

‘- watch it, Jack-’

‘- that you’ve worked hard.’ He quickly back tracked on his words. 

‘That’s a dollar in the arse comment jar.’

‘I didn’t even get to finish it though!’ He held his hands up in surrender. ‘And it’s not even worth taking those dollars home with you, not with this exchange rate.’

Before the conversation could go any further, Tequila stuck his head around your office door. He’d been out in the field for the last week so you hadn’t seem him that much. Having been in South America, he’d caught a slight tan. That lead your mind back to your previous missions with him -- he’d had terrible Spanish. Truly awful.

‘Merlin is here, Percy.’ He announced. ‘He’s in with Champ now. Come whenever. You too, Whiskey.’

‘Have you ever heard of knocking?’ Jack raised his eyebrows at him. 

‘The door was open.’

‘Still, it’s etiquette-’

‘- hey, Patrick! Spongebob!’ You slammed your fist on the table. ‘There’s more important things to worry about.’

--

Half an hour later, you were waiting outside of a meeting room on the top floor of the Statesman building. Jack, Merlin and Champ were all on the other side of the door, checking over your work. You had no reason to be nervous -- you’d done your job and you’d done it well. Besides, you knew that Whiskey would fight your corner if Merlin became finnicky. He’d said it himself earlier. You appreciated that. 

‘I’ve been in Chile the last few weeks.’ Tequila leant against the wall beside you, adjusting his hat as he peered down at you.

‘I know. Your new hat is a Chilean brand and you have a tan.’ You replied, attention still clearly on the door in front of you. 

‘Damn. I never pegged you to be so observant.’

‘I’m literally a secret agent.’ You shot back. ‘It’s kind of an entry requirement.’

‘Or maybe...’ He adjusted his stance. ‘It’s because you fancy me.’

‘Fancy you?!’ You turned your head to look at him in disbelief. ‘How old are you? Twelve?’

‘I just mean that you’re single and hot. I’m single and hot.’ He continued, barely faltering. ‘You’ve been working your ass off these last few weeks. If you need help relaxing, you know where-’

Tequila barely had a chance to blink before you’d moved from beside him, pinning him to the wall with an elbow over his throat. He blinked in surprise; both at your speed and strength, especially considering that he was much beefier than you. It wasn’t exactly hard. You’d taken on men twice his size and strength. 

‘Try and come onto me again and I will make you eat your hat.’ You threatened. 

‘It was just a suggestion-’

‘- did I stutter?’

‘No, ma’am.’ Tequila muttered. ‘Sorry, ma’am.’

‘What in the holy hell is going on here?!’ 

You hadn’t heard Champ leave the meeting room - or Jack and Merlin for that matter. The three were stood with wide eyes and gaped mouths at the sight of you holding one of their best agents to the wall. You quickly took a step back, letting Tequila fall onto his ass with a sweet thump. 

You dusted yourself off. ‘I was simply teaching Agent Tequila the value of workplace boundaries.’

Turning away, you strode off and down the corridor, the sound of your heels clicking against the ground ringing behind you. Tequila might have just been trying to shoot his shot but damn, you were sick of it happening. You’d had it during your training, from some of the guys at Kingsman and especially on missions. The amount of men that assumed you needed a ring on your finger or a proposition from them to have a good time was beyond you. Could you not just do your job? It was one thing to have a flurry of nicknames but you drew the line at being constantly hit on and asked out. 

Stalking to your office, you slammed the door behind you and took a seat at your desk. An oh for fuck’s sake! escaped your mouth upon realising that you’d left all of your files with Merlin. That meant no work to do - which meant that the tiredness and consequences of your late night were about to hit you like a ton of bricks.

You made your way over to Jack’s desk, taking a glass and decanting some of the whiskey that was inside it. Drinking on the job wasn’t usually your style, but you were stressed. Calahan was still on the loose. Both of your bosses had just seen you drop kick another agent. It felt like you had been in the States for nearly a month and had no work to show for it. 

‘Is it okay if I come in?’

‘It’s your office, Whiskey.’ You didn’t bother turning to face him. 

‘Well, that can’t be good - you only ever call me Whiskey when you’re mad.’ 

Jack was right -- and it was something he’d noticed not long after you’d met. You’d started calling him by his first name not long after you’d pulled your first all-nighter together. He’d given you a ride home and it had started with a thanks, Jack. He’d come to discover that he liked how it sounded when you said it. It was so rare that anyone called him that, that it almost felt like it meant something. 

‘Sorry.’ You took the glass, returning to your desk.’ You said. ‘I’m stressed and Tequila didn’t help. There’s paperwork and deadlines and I have done nothing worthwhile since I landed nearly four weeks ago.’

‘That’s not entirely true.’ He replied. ‘You’ve arrested six of Calahan’s spies, found information that lead to a raid on one of his bases and you just hit Tequila harder than a semi to a fox on the highway.’

‘I should probably apologise to him.’ You groaned. 

‘I wouldn’t bother, sugar’ Jack shook his head. ‘You’re being too hard on yourself.’

‘Yeah.’ You stared off into the distance, sipping some of your drink. ‘Maybe.’

‘What are you doing tonight?’

You faltered, turning to look at the cowboy in disbelief. ‘Are you serious, Jack?! You just saw me deck Tequila for trying to make a move. You think I won’t slap that moustache right off of your-’

‘- hold your fucking horses!’ He cut you off. ‘If you’d let me finish my goddamn sentence! I was going to offer to show you a bar that I go to when I’m stressed. The alcohol is cheap and the music is good.’

‘You mean as....colleagues?’

‘I was going to say friends.’ 

---

It was beyond you how Jack had convinced you to come to a cowboy bar in the middle of Manhattan on a Tuesday night. He’d made a few comments about having a stick up your ass, then with a promise to reschedule your meeting the following morning and pay for your drinks, you’d finally said yes. It can’t have hurt to take a night off - in fact, you’d barely had one since you’d got to the city. A few drinks and the company of the most tolerable man at Statesman could do good for you, you figured. 

Having changed your heels and dress out for boots, jeans and a leather jacket, you already felt a little more relaxed. The Statesman weren’t even as strict as the Kingsman about what their agents wore, but you had the latter’s emphasis on looking formal so ingrained into your brain that it was practically second nature. The pain of wearing high heels every day was long gone. 

The bar itself was as you’d expected. Dimly lit, and filled with people in cowboy hats and boots. There was a country song playing from a jukebox in the corner and the air was stuffy; a mix of tobacco, stale beer and crisps chips.It wasn’t that different from the dodgy pubs you and Eggsy had frequented in your late teens. 

Jack was dressed a little more casual too, wearing a button down and leather jacket instead of his usual blazer and tie. What were you here as again...friends or colleagues? Actually, it had been a compromise. Friendly colleagues. 

‘Alright, sweetheart, we’ll go here.’ He pulled you over to two empty stalls at the bar. ‘What’s your poison?’

‘Rum.’ You replied. 

Jack’s nicknames didn’t bother you anymore. You’d come to accept the fact that they were simply part of his dialect rather than a place of affection. It was the same with Champ, and even Ginger. It was no different to you calling your own colleagues mate or pal. 

‘Damn.’ Jack murmured. ‘Off to a strong start.’

You took the glass from his hand, clinking it against his. Naturally, he’d gotten Jack Daniels whiskey. Then again, if you were named after an alcohol, you probably would have drunk it constantly too. But then again again, you drank it constantly anyways. 

The evening was a little awkward at first -- what were you supposed to talk about aside from work? That’s what all your previous conversations had been about, even during all your late nights. They usually consisted of Jack reciting stories of wild missions during his younger days as an agent. You had a few crazy ones, but they seemed to pale in comparison. There wasn’t as much crazy shit in Britain. 

You didn’t know whether you should have been asking him questions about his personal life. Wasn’t he your boss, formally speaking? Jack was a higher rank than you. He ran the whole damn Manhattan office when Champ was out. That thought was what lead you to realise that you’d hardly given his life outside of the agency much pondering. You knew he didn’t exist solely to be an agent, but he spent as much time working as you did and you existed solely to be an agent. 

Did he have a wife? Kids? Based on how long he spent working, you figured it was unlikely. Being an agent didn’t really offer a healthy work-life balance. You knew that he lived in an apartment near Hudson Yards, so that meant he was probably rich too. He did have shares in the company that fronted Statesman, and it was one of the best selling bourbons on the market. 

You spent the better part of two hours trying to deduce him through conversation before you realised that you could have just asked. Jack had called you his friend. That counted for something. Plus, you had two hours worth of alcohol and a fair few shots of rum floating around your system. It was liquid courage, after all. 

‘So what’s your deal?’ You slapped your fist on the bar. 

‘My deal?’ Jack raised an eyebrow at you. ‘The hell d’you mean, sugar?’

‘Like...what’s your life outside of Statesman?’

‘Statesman is my life.’ He quipped. ‘In the same way Kingsman is yours.

‘Damn.’ You murmured. ‘But Kingsman isn’t my whole life.’

‘Oh yeah?’ He smiled at you. ‘What else do you do then?’

‘I have an orchid at home!’ You exclaimed. ‘Although I did ask Eggsy to look after while I’m here so it’s probably dead.’

‘You miss him, don’t you?’

‘The orchid?’

‘No. Eggsy.’

‘Oh, right!’ You let out a tipsy giggle. ‘I mean...yeah. He’s my best mate. This is the longest I’ve gone without seeing him ever. I FaceTimed him the other night but he’s with Tilde.’

‘Girlfriend?’

‘Yeah.’ You solemnly nodded. ‘And do not mistake my sad face for jealousy! I love Tilde. And I love Eggsy. It’s just hard not seeing him, or having someone to bully everyday.’

‘Hey, I’m right here if you need someone!’ Jack nudged you with his elbow. ‘Just...no comments on my accent. Or my hat. Or my moustache.’

‘Okay, I’ll just rip into your personality then, shall I?’

‘Please. As if you could find anything bad about my personality. I’m fan-fucking-tastic.’

--

The rest of the night went quickly. 

Once you and Jack had veered away from talking about work, the conversation felt natural. He was easy to banter with and it made talking to him easy. The fact he was paying for drinks too was proving to be a slippery slope - for him and for you. The more you ordered, the more he tried to outdrink you. That was when the evening had taken a bit of a turn. 

You hadn’t mean for it to happen, but your temper tended to slip up when you were drunk. It was easy to describe you as trigger happy at the best of times, let alone when you had a few shots in your system. And, you were by no means wankered beyond repair, or so drunk that you couldn’t walk, but you had proven yourself to be drunk beyond normal rationale. 

It was all a blur, really.

You’d seen a man try to follow a girl into the toilets and in true sisterhood style, you’d flown after him in an attempt to save her. There had been punches thrown - in both your direction and his - and it had resulted in the two of you both being kicked out. Jack had followed suit, rushing out after you with your jacket and bag. A true Southern gentleman indeed. 

‘It was his wife.’ Jack had been muttering the same words over and over. He was knelt in front of you, dabbing at your bloody nose with some cotton balls. ‘He was following her into the toilet because they were married-’

‘- how the hell was I supposed to know that?!’ You snapped, wincing in pain. You made a mental note not to raise your voice too much. ‘I’ve had things like that happen to me before. I just wanted to make sure she was safe.

‘You could have gotten me to check it out.’ He reasoned. ‘I might have had to have gone into the ladies’ toilets but you can be damn sure I wouldn’t have punched the guy.’

Jack’s hands were steady as he worked to clean up your nose. Somehow, you’d ended up in his living room -- he’d refused to let you go back to your own apartment in a bloody state. On the bright side, his place was a thousand times nicer than yours. And, given your jacuzzi bath tub and flat screen TV, that was truly saying something. His felt a little more homely, and a little more lived in. He had random knick-knacks lying around; there was magazines on the table and piles of shoes by the doors. You, meanwhile, had been living out of a suitcase. 

Once he was done, Jack stood up and dropped onto the couch next to you. He stared at you for a moment, pondering what to say. You didn’t look too tired; your eyes were slightly hooded and hazy from the drinks, but the sock to your face had sobered you both up to the point where you might as well have only had one or two shots. 

‘God, what must you think of me?’ You finally spoke, flopping back against the cushion behind you.

Jack frowned. ‘What on Earth do you mean?’

‘You saw me deck Tequila this morning and then attack a guy in the bar.’ You snorted. ‘I’m not a violent person. I promise.’

‘I don’t think you are.’ He replied. ‘I definitely think you could knock a man into the middle of next week looking both ways for Sunday but I think it’s admirable.’

You couldn’t help but cackle. ‘Admirable?!’

‘A lot of people run their mouths but very few would actually square up when things came down to it.’ Jack shrugged. ‘I know y’all believe in manners maketh man but I think fury maketh woman.’ 

‘Fury maketh woman.’ You repeated the words back to him, turning your head to face him. 

A moment of silence fell over you after that. Not an awkward one, but rather a comfortable one. Things weren’t so hazy anymore - if anything, that guy punching you had been rather sobering. Meanwhile, Jack definitely looked like he’d been around the block a little bit; he’d long ditched the hat, leaving his dark hair in a ruffled mess. You were holding his gaze, looking intently at his eyes. 

They were brown - but no shit, Sherlock. You knew that. What you hadn’t noticed was the way they creased when he laughed, or the fact they had little gold flecks in them. And they looked a little more caramel under the bright white lights of his living room. The man had a chandelier. An actual fucking chandelier. In 2020. 

If you could just lean a little closer to get a better look. 

Just a tiny bit. 

Just edge a little bit closer, not too much and -

- Shit. 

His lips caught yours halfway, and you suddenly realised that you hadn’t been trying to look at his eyes at all. No, absolutely not. Had you wanted to kiss him this whole time? Or had the urge just suddenly over come you this split second? 

Either way, it didn’t matter because Jack Daniels was a fucking good kisser. He was giving and soft, but there was a hint of something deeper too. Desire? Lust? You didn’t really possess the brain capacity to figure it out, not when he was biting at your bottom lip and gently holding one hand against the back of your head. His large, calloused hands were clutching loosely at your, pulling you into him It was so good that you let out a moan in your head. 

Except, it wasn’t in your head. It was very much out loud, and right into his mouth. Your immediate reaction was to consider pulling back, to apologise straight away and swear never to talk about it - but he liked it. You felt Jack smile against you. He placed his hands on your hips and gently manoeuvred you into his lap, being careful to avoid putting too much pressure on your sore nose.

It didn’t take an idiot to work out where this was going, and you were both pretty smart people. Smart enough to know that it was going to make things awkward in the morning, and then everyday after that. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that his kisses were more intoxicating than any spirit you could possibly have consumed. You didn’t know.

And frankly, you didn’t care. 

#agent whiskey #jack daniels #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey imagine #jack daniels imagine #agent whiskey x you #jack daniels x you #kingsman imagines #kingsman x you #eggsy unwin x reader #eggsy unwin imagine

[mediocre--writing]

Heyyyyyy can you write something sweet with George Weasley?

Maybe reader works in a flower shop nearby? Or literally anything with him because reasons😄 thanks😘

Summary: After your initial meeting, you and George become fast friends, but what if there’s more under the surface?

Word Count: 2066

Warnings: none

The Weasleys, a large pack of gingers who seemed to always overtake any space they were in, were on their yearly trip to Diagon Alley.

As usual, it was destined that one of them would get lost or get distracted by the pretty displays along the sidewalks.

Ginny, the youngest of them, was entranced by the flower shop near the corner of the street. There was a lovely bouquet of daffodils near the window and their bright color was so magical, she felt as though they were calling to her.

As the rest of the family moved onward, Ginny started walking towards the flower shop.

The twins, ever the distracted, decided to follow their younger sister into the shop.

An older man stood behind the counter, going through the till, wrapping coins into rolls and putting old receipts in a box. Behind him, there was a woman arranging a bouquet of roses and baby's breath.

There was soft music playing in the shop and when the bell above the door rang, both the man and woman turned to look at Ginny, then the twins behind her.

“Hello!” The woman perked up at the shoppers, “What may I do for you all today?”

“Just looking around, ma’am,” Ginny spoke as she looked around the shop.

There were vines crawling down the walls, lavender in bunches hanging from the ceiling, drying out. It seemed as though flowers were being grown in the shop itself, rather than another field somewhere.

A younger girl, probably around the twin’s age, came from the back of the shop, flowers braided into her hair as well as pinned on to her apron.

Fred had followed Ginny over to the window display, where she saw the daffodils, and George had been taking in the spectacular shop. The girl who had come from the backroom looked at George for a moment, recognizing him from somewhere.

“Do you go to Hogwarts?” She asked him, jumping him out of his trance. He nodded, “Me too! What year are you?”

“Going into Third, you?” He asked, unconsciously straightening his sweater.

“Going to Third, as well,”

She has such a pretty smile, George thought to himself as he stared at her face, which had to be made by the gods.

“So why’re you here?” She asked kindly, to which he jabbed his thumb over to Ginny and Fred.

“Sister came in ‘cause she thought the flowers in the window were pretty.”

“Cool, cool,” She nodded. “So what’s your name?”

“George,” he smiled, then nodded over to his siblings, “That’s Fred and Ginny.”

“Well, my name’s Y/n. What house are you in?”

“Gryffindor,” He held himself up a little straighter, as if being a Gryffindor was the greatest accomplishment. “What house are you?”

“Slytherin,” She smiled and he felt his brain hurt after her statement.

She was so kind and sweet and if he had to guess, he would have said Hufflepuff, or maybe Ravenclaw, but not Slytherin.

“Right, well,” He didn’t know what to say, how were you supposed to react to that?

Luckily, he didn’t need to respond, as Fred had called him to leave the shop and go back to school shopping.

“I’ll see you at school!” Y/n yelled to him as he walked out, but she didn’t get a response.

“Make another friend, Bug?” Her dad asked sweetly.

“Probably not,” She smiled the best she could.

While walking away from the shop, Fred noticed that George seemed out of it, he wasn’t laughing along with them.

“What’s up?”

“The girl in there, she was sweet, right?”

“Seemed it,” Fred commented, “You were all blushy around her,”

“She’s a Slytherin,”

“Ooh, bad luck,” Fred said, then the conversation was dropped.

He tried not to think about her.

He didn’t think about her smile and how she seemed so inviting. He didn’t think about the pretty red flowers she had in her hair. He didn’t think about how she had dirt all over her apron and clothes, but still looked absolutely stunning.

He most definitely didn’t think about how in her element she looked in the shop, like there was no other place in the world where she felt so at home.

It wasn’t until they were back in school that he saw her again. But it took a few weeks into the term for them to talk, since they hadn’t been alone.

They talked for the first time when McGonagall had to separate Fred and George, so she stuck George next to Y/n.

She smiled at him, and he smiled back, but seemed tense and reluctant when doing so.

She tried to start conversations, and he talked along, hesitant at first, but ultimately relaxed as she went on about her day, or a story from when she was younger, and he would respond with a childhood story of his own.

And thus began the wondrous friendship between a Goofy Gryffindor and a Sweet Slytherin.

Every once and awhile, she’d sit with the twins at dinners or breakfasts, which got her weird looks the first few times, though people were used to it by the fifth time.

With the years following, they only ever got closer.

She comforted him in their fourth year when his sister, Ginny, had gone missing during the Basilisk attacks.

He wouldn’t leave her side when word of Sirius Black being near the castle was going around.

When he and his family had gotten tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, she’d been invited, being close with the twins and all.

Molly instantly took a liking to her, especially because she showed up with a bouquet of Our Molly Roses Y/n had made as a thank you.

When the attacks happened the night after, George refused to let her out of his sight, insisting that she preceded him while running to the forest.

He’d become a bit more protective after that, not letting her out of his sight when he could help it.

During their sixth year, when he and Fred tried to get past the age line, she was the first to laugh. That year, she also became closer with Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

Ron was a little twerp and Harry had so much anxiety she wasn’t sure how he was still alive. Hermione, however, became a good friend to Y/n. She looked up to her as an older sister, which made Y/n want to cry, being an only child and all.

But as the Yule Ball approached, Y/n was being asked left and right, given her kindness and beauty wooed most of the boys, and some girls, at Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang alike.

George instantly felt inferior compared to all the others attempting to coerce her into being their date. He felt he had an advantage, however, given she’d said no to every person who’d asked her so far, and he was her best friend.

When he’d finally gotten the courage to ask, a mere week before the dance, they’d been laying on a hill far from the castle, watching the sun rise early in the morning.

She was the only person to make him wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to watch a measly sunrise.

She was threading flowers around themselves, fashioning a ring of yellow and green as she picked them from around where they lay.

While she was focusing on her flower crown, peeking up at the vibrant sunrise every once and awhile, George couldn’t take his eyes off of her beautiful side-profile.

He admired the way the new sunlight made her face a beautiful golden shade and enhanced each curve and point of her face.

“Stop staring, Weasley,” She said with a smirk as she continued her ring of daisies.

“Wasn’t staring, L/n,”

“Don’t lie,” she chuckled as she began to wrap the first daisy around the last, officially making the circle.

“That’s a wonderful flower crown you’ve made there,”

“Yeah, I’m giving it to the most amazing person I know,”

The way she looked into his eyes made his heart falter for a moment. He felt like she could see into his soul, like she knew what he wanted to ask her.

However, she proceeded to place the daisy crown onto her own head, straightening it as she kept eye contact with George, who let out a loud snort.

“Of course,” He said through giggles, eventually laying back onto the grassy hill, her body following after his once the crown was secure on her head.

“I mean, could you think of anyone better?”

“Never,” He smiled as he tilted his head to stare at her. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Course,” She smiled, “But if you want the crown you’ll have to fight me for it,”

“Oh, I’d never steal your crown, your highness,”

“Ooh, I like that. You should always call me ‘your highness,’” She smirked wickedly, but her eyes were filled with pure joy. “So what’d you wanna ask?”

He scratched his head, pushing his hair out of his face. “I know you’ve been asked by just about everyone, and said no, but would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Yes,”

“That was quick,” He grinned at her immediate response.

“Well I’ve been waiting for months,” She rolled her eyes. “All those other people just wanted to go with me to say they went with me, but if I went with you, then it would really mean something.”

“You mean a lot to me,”

“Same here,”

They laid there, in their chunky sweaters and pajama pants, on that hill, until they could see kids walking to their first class of the day.

George and Y/n had the same first period class, so they leisurely walked to the greenhouses in their warm pajamas and none of their school supplies, to which they talked their way out of a detention with Sprout, and then got dressed and grabbed their stuff before going to their second period.

As the Yule Ball drew closer, Y/n became more and more frazzled.

The night of, she’d promised to help Hermione first, given she was going with Victor Krum, and therefore had to have the first dance. She’d done her hair and gotten mostly ready, apart from the dress and final details, then gone to prepare her little friend.

Y/n had done Hermione’s hair, which looked great, thank you very much, and helped her learn to walk in the heels she’d gotten, which was a lot harder than it needed to be.

About 20 minutes before Hermione needed to leave, Y/n had gotten her dress on, since it needed to be tied in the back, and gotten Hermione’s opinion on her hair and makeup.

Y/n then sent Hermione to the dance.

She was still making sure that her hair wouldn’t get too out of place and was fastening her shoes when she began to hear music from the Great Hall.

She was running so late.

She raced down as quick as she could in her heels, trying not to sweat too much as she got to the Great Hall.

Waiting until the first song finished, she pushed open the door and began searching for George, who was already staring at her in awe.

So was most of the hall.

Scurrying over to the ginger, she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

“You look…” He let out a breathy sigh as he couldn’t find the words.

She had on a deep green ball gown that had a faint floral pattern on the skirt, shining in the lights. In her hair, just like the day they’d met, she had flowers braided into her hair, yellow ones this time, and they looked almost as beautiful as she did

“And you as well,” She chuckled as she took in his maroon, velvet robes that had lace detailing on the trim, though it looked really good on him, or maybe she was just biased.

“Shall we dance, your highness,” He bowed jokingly.

“Ahh, you remembered my real name, how nice,” She laughed as they went out to the dance floor, twirling around and smiling brighter than any other couple there, and drawing the most attention, too.

For good reason though, they gave hope to others that happiness bloomed from the heart, and despite scary times, love would grow endlessly.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george #weasley #weasley x reader #harry potter #yule ball #harry potter x reader #weasley twins x reader #george x reader #x reader

[frogjutsu]

How to Say “I Love You”

Pairing: Sasuke x Reader

Word Count: 1490

Warnings: mentions of car crash, very light angst, “suggestive themes”

Summary: Sasuke has never been good at saying, “I love you.” Truth be told, he’s never been good at hearing it either, but there are a million ways to show affection. Sasuke just hopes you understand. 

                                                        ///////

1.

The night air nipped at your ears, the first chill of autumn finally settling in. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself and forced away the burning in the back of your throat. There was no point in crying. Not when you knew Sasuke was waiting for you with a warm blanket and a warmer smile. 

The door to your apartment opened with a soft click, bathing you in the inviting light of your living room. Sasuke's name remained a dying ember in your chest as your eyes washed over his figure on the couch. You could hear his soft snores from where you stood in the doorway. Your heart broke and swelled in equal measure.

It was clear he tried to wait up for you. Two long forgotten mugs of cocoa sat on the coffee table along with a selection of DVDs Sasuke had pulled for your date night. The warmth in your chest grew as you turned to him. Sasuke looked perfect like this: face soft with sleep, hair fanned out behind him on the couch as his chest rose and fell. He was so peaceful. 

You knew he'd be upset that you didn't wake him when you got home, but you couldn't bring yourself to disturb him. Instead, you gingerly grabbed the book resting in his lap and set it on the table, careful to mark his place. Then, you slipped the glasses from his nose and pressed a kiss to his temple. "Good night," you whispered. "I hope your dreams are as sweet as you." 

2.

Your eyes fluttered open in the light that streamed through your blinds, warm and heavy like molasses. The blanket fell from your shoulders as you stretched and reached for Sasuke, but your hand met only the empty sheets. 

A muffled clang and string of curses coming from somewhere in the apartment drew your attention to the bedroom door. You threw the blanket back around your shoulders like a cocoon before padding out, still rubbing sleep from your eyes. 

"'S'ske," you mumbled. The living room was as empty as the bed, and your feet carried you half asleep into the kitchen where Sasuke stood bathed in early morning light. He looked like a statue under museum lights, a work of art carved from flesh and bone and given life. 

He hadn't noticed you yet and you were more than content to watch him, lithe and lean, as he swatted flour off his shirt. His voice was soft as he continued muttering curses at the offending flour before he finally turned and saw you grinning. 

"It's not funny," he said, pouting. 

"It's a little funny," you said, still smiling as you settled one hand on Sasuke's hip and ran a hand down his chest under the pretense of cleaning off the flour. Your grin widened as a wicked idea crossed your mind and before Sasuke could duck away, you were ruffling his hair, spreading flour through it. 

"Tch," he said, swatting your hands away and pinning them to the counter behind you. He nuzzled his face into your neck, lips ghosting against your skin. "And to think I got up early to cook you breakfast."

"I'll make it up to you, princess," you teased, tilting your head to give him better access. 

Sasuke nipped at your jawbone, then again at your earlobe. When he spoke, his voice was low enough to send warmth coursing through your body.  "Don't make promises you can't keep." 

3.

It wasn't unusual to find Sasuke like this: hunched over the coffee table, pouring over his class work obsessively. It was more common around this time of year. The anniversary of his family's death. 

He'd mentioned something about his brother and a car accident, but you didn't want to press on a wound that still caused him so much pain. Instead, you made a note of the date and saved up your time off from work to stay home. 

You were curled up on the couch reading a book while Sasuke sat, back curved and curling into himself, pouring over homework. His sighs became more frequent as he got frustrated with himself. How many times had he read the same paragraph? How long had he studied and still couldn't get these practice questions right? He needed to get them right. Needed to be the best. Needed to make his parents proud, to make their death worth something. 

"Damn it," he shouted as his eyes glazed over the words in front of him again. You jumped at the sudden noise, shutting your book and reaching out to Sasuke as he swiped his own books off the coffee table. 

"Hey," you said, putting a hand against his shoulder and pulling him to lean back against the couch. "What's wrong?"

"Everything. I can't focus because I hate this class and it's pissing me off and which makes it harder to focus but I have to get this reading done so I'm ready for the test Friday and fuck." Sasuke buried his face in his hands. 

Your heart broke as you watched him. You wanted to rub all the tension from his shoulders, to reach right into his soul and rip out the pain there with your teeth. "You could always drop out," you joked,  tone lighter than the pressure you felt in your chest, lighter than the weight you knew Sasuke must feel on his shoulders. "I'm sure Naruto would love to give you a job as his personal assistant." 

You could almost hear Sasuke roll his eyes. "Tch, I'd rather die."

"Mm," you hummed, reaching down to wrap your arms around Sasuke's chest. "Lucky for you that I've already hired a hitman to take you out when you least expect it." 

"How romantic." Sasuke leaned his head back against your knee, eyes closed as you ran your fingers through his hair. He winced slightly as they snagged on a tangle. 

"Don't move, 'kay?" You leaned forward to press a kiss to Sasuke's lips. He whined as you pulled away, refusing to let go of your hand. You pulled away weakly, but he tugged you back down on top of him before wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you in place. 

His lips were soft against your neck as he kissed the skin there, careful to drag his teeth against the hollow of your throat, knowing it drove you crazy. You felt his grip on your waist tighten as you moaned, but you put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into the couch. "You're a brat, you know that?" 

"Learned from the best," he said, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. 

"I only give as good as I get," you said as you rocked your hips against Sasuke's, swallowing his moan. You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged, exposing his neck to your hungry mouth. "Are you ready to be a good boy now?" 

"Yes," he breathed, barely above a whisper. 

"Good. Then stay." You planted another kiss on his waiting lips before standing, ignoring how he sighed at the loss of contact. 

You did your best to be quick, filling a spray bottle with water and grabbing a brush from the bathroom before heading back out to the living room. Sasuke hadn't moved. His head was still back against the couch, hair spread on the cushion, as he stared at a spot on the ceiling. Or through it, if the distant look in his eyes was anything to go off.

"Lean forward," you said, tapping him on the shoulder. He obliged wordlessly, bending forward as you settled on the couch behind him, boxing him in with your legs. 

Sasuke pressed a kiss to your knee as you spritzed his hair. "Hold still," you hissed as he moved away from you. "Just close your eyes and relax."

You heard Sasuke grumbled something under his breath but couldn't make out what it was. He settled back reluctantly and you pulled the brush through his hair, starting at the bottom to work out the tangles without tugging too hard. 

The silence settled around you like the winter's first snow: glittering and beautiful and warm despite itself. You were at home here. Sasuke slipped a hand around your calf and stroked it as you continued combing his hair. You could feel the tension leaving his shoulders every time your fingernails scratched his scalp to search for knots. 

"I could die like this," Sasuke said suddenly. Your hands stilled in his hair.

You responded quietly, as if speaking too loud would ruin the moment and scare him away. "You're such a sap." 

"Fuck you," Sasuke said with no bite. 

You laughed, carding your fingers through his hair. He was still smiling, and you knew, in that moment and a thousand moments before, that you would do anything to keep that smile on his face. 

#server collab! #sasuke x reader #uchiha sasuke x reader #also i am OBSESSED with calling sasuke princess and i will NOT be apologizing thank you

[darkpoisonouslove]

The Road of Words

Summary: Griffin is visiting Valtor at the hospital after he got injured pulling a stunt to impress her. He has to wake up to see the results of his efforts and Griffin swears to put in an effort of her own to reach back to him.

CW: mentions of coma, head injury, blood, self-harm (very minor but it counts), self-deprecation

@trashcankitty12​ requested the following prompt - You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up - and I did my best to deliver. Not a scenario I usually dig but I tried to give it a spark of originality.

Songs I listened to while writing this and I feel like really fit the tone of the fic are Promise by Fytch and Tether Me By Galleaux. Give them a listen if you feel like it!

Griffin's fingers clutched the smooth pot desperately. It was heavy and slipping in her sweaty palm. There was no heat left in her body for the cold clay to absorb. The dread had numbed her to anything but the occupied hospital bed she was looking for.

She'd gotten directions at the reception after giving her name. She had to be on some kind of list with allowed visitors when she had no business being there. Just like Valtor.

She swallowed around the lump in her throat only the frozen blue of his eyes could wash away as she reached for the handle on a pristine door. Behind it was Valtor, lying motionless like she'd never been prepared to see him. For all of her resistance to his flirting, she'd always figured the first time she caught a glimpse of him in a bed would be with herself underneath him and pinned to the mattress by his rippling muscles and disarming smile.

A notification from Instagram had found her in the middle of the night curled up with a novel. Valtor had tagged her in a photo of a rare flower he'd taken hours earlier at sunset. The captured moment had found her despite the tricky signal on his mountain climbing hike and she'd drifted off to sleep with a smile still on her face and a warmth in her heart.

Her tea had been steaming in her half-empty mug the next morning when the twins had called her with the headline that Valtor had been found with a head trauma and taken to the hospital.

Coma.

She'd thrown every window of her apartment open but all the chilly morning air had done had been to shake her to her core. Her lungs had heaved with dry sobs as she'd looked down from the 40th floor, hands clutching at the windowsill. He would've climbed up the side of the building if she'd asked it of him. All she had done had been letting them both down time and time again.

Griffin pushed the door open slowly. Her heart pounded in her ears to compensate for the stillness on the other side of the door and and her finger trembled over the cactus in the pot. Prickling it would spill red to drown out the unblemished peacefulness of the hospital room in case it was too unbearable.

Valtor's parents were sitting on a couch opposite from the door amidst too much chaos in place of the rigidness she'd expected. Elinor's long black hair spilled over Ailan's suit jacket and his shoulder where she'd rested her head as if it were too heavy. Her usual stoicism had melted off of her lean form. Her eyes were red-rimmed and she'd missed to wipe away a smudge of her mascara. Ailan's hand was gentle on the crown of her head but his knuckles had turned white gripping at his own knee. His leg twitched in failed restraint to keep it from bouncing and his lips moved senselessly in his wife's hair. He was pulled taut like a bandage stretched to tearing over a wound that was too big. Nothing in their stance spoke of both their remarkable height or the power their name carried.

"Griffin," Elinor rose up from her husband's chest. He offered her his handkerchief at the sound of her nasal voice.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude," Griffin was stuck to the floor, her legs made of lead. It would be like stepping on their graves to go any closer to them. Her hard-to-get routine had left their son limp in that bed.

"It's okay, dear," Ailan rubbed Elinor's back while she was blowing her nose quietly. "I'm sure he'd want you here. Maybe he'll feel your presence. He's always been attuned to it."

Griffin swallowed. Valtor had put his whole heart into getting to know her. He'd found a way into hers through the suffocation she'd subjected it to to avoid a crack in her walls. And now the only sound coming from him was that of his shallow breaths.

"We'll be outside on a short walk." Ailan helped Elinor up and they leaned on each other. Their steps were slow but steady as they passed by her and Elinor squeezed her shoulder instead of holding on to her husband.

Griffin had to push her finger on the cactus in her hands for the pain to ground her. The moment the door closed behind Valtor's parents, her knees gave out and she slumped in the chair at the side of the bed. Their company had been a punishment but one well deserved.

The quiet hit her harder now that she had proof she was the cause of it. She'd always been but Valtor had been filling it–and her lungs–with his sweet talk. She'd come to talk but her throat was parched like she'd choked on the sun.

All the ashes of the moments she'd let burn out were flickering over her skin to brand it with echoes of the words she'd never said. Her breath had stopped the first time she'd laid eyes on Valtor's shapely physique and his confident stance, on his strong jaw and striking eyes as he'd introduced himself as a benefactor to the school where she'd grown up and was working. She'd smiled to herself watching him do an art course for her students through a window after she'd refused to be the head of the project and his supervisor. She'd discussed books with him till the middle of the night and had never said a word about his pick-up lines. She'd accepted his invitations to a matinee raising awareness about endangered species in the local botanical gardens and a charity fundraiser for victims of abuse but had never replied to his date suggestions. So many things he'd said to her and she'd kept her silence, and her distance.

Her grip tightened on the pot with the cactus. She'd smeared her blood on the side like some sort of magical ritual to bind her life force to that of the cactus, and of Valtor. She'd picked a succulent that survived with the same tenacity he'd shown and bloomed in the color of her hair. She hadn't managed to kill that one even when she'd stopped tending to her plants for months on end alongside abandoning Faragonda and Valtor appreciated her and her efforts. He had to wake up and give the cactus the same devotion he'd put in the photograph that had won her over.

"In the eye of the sun," the caption had read under the glowing halo of light the sunset had become around the flower's crown of purple-bluish petals.

Griffin left the cactus on the nightstand before she'd broken the pot. She dropped off her purse next to it and wiped her palms in her charcoal skirt mindful of the blood oozing from the pinprick on her finger. She didn't take Valtor's hand into hers. She'd left her fingerprints on him.

"I came here for myself as much as I did it for you. Because it turns out you've become a part of my life no matter how much I was trying to avoid just that." She'd grasped it in the artfulness of the photograph – he was the sun and she was the flower as much as the opposite was true as well. Her eyes were the golden ones but his gaze was the only thing that would brighten her day. If he'd give it to her. If she hadn't made it to the end of the universe where sunlight didn't reach.

"I was scared to know where the road stopped for us. I didn't want to face an inevitability. But I figured I'm more afraid of not knowing just how far we can go." The sun would rise one day on a dead flower but if Griffin let herself, she could have with Valtor what his parents did. She could have a lifetime full of love – in the eye of the sun instead of the storm. "I was scared of being just a speck of ink on your life but I will be. I will be anything you want me to be."

Her finger wasn't bleeding anymore but her heart hadn't stopped. It was pumping blood in her veins frantically to keep her moving and breathing long enough to be anything to him. Being just a short footnote to his life explaining his condition would be enough for her as long as he survived it.

"What do I have to do to show you how much you mean to me if you're still not convinced?" The silence shattered from the power of Valtor's voice and air cut into her lungs.

Tears spilled from her eyes like liquid sunlight. "Valtor."

()()()()

Her heart was hammering under her palm like it was trying to knock her down where she was leaning on the wall next to Valtor's door. It'd been a long while since she'd ran out to get the doctor and then Valtor's parents. They were inside now along with her purse and her tears had dried on her cheeks but her heart wouldn't settle. It wanted to shoot out of her chest and land only in Valtor's hands after she'd dashed out the door without another word. She hadn't had any this time. Otherwise, they would've spilled out along with her tears.

The door opened and Elinor stepped outside. Her blue eyes had lit up with the light of a whole sky full of stars and the corners of her mouth couldn't contain her smile. She was steady on her heels in her own right again. Her husband was a reflection of her lightness once again rather than a crutch to support her weight.

"Thank you, Griffin," Elinor drew her into a hug that turned her stomach. "You were there five minutes and he woke up."

Griffin's hands weighed like anvils on Elinor's back and would break her spine with the words pushing on Griffin's tongue. "No, it's all my fault he ended up here in the first place," she could hear herself speaking from afar through the confusion dizzying her mind that would have sent her tumbling down if not for Elinor's embrace. If she'd been more honest with Valtor–and with herself–she never would've pushed them down that road. She'd made him feel like he needed to prove something just because she was woven from distrust in the dark. "I'm sorry."

Elinor pulled back, eyes locked with Griffin and hands on her shoulders. "You don't have to apologize to me. Valtor makes his own decisions and I wouldn't stop him. You've been unfair to yourself in your refusal to believe he was seeing your worth."

Griffin grabbed on to Elinor's arms as the world spun around her on its head. Valtor had gone to such lengths for her, to show her her own worth, not to prove his feelings. He'd risked his life for a single photograph when she hadn't believed his words. And she'd received the message – loud and clear.

"Thank you," Griffin squeezed Elinor's hands whose touch was gentle despite the strength in her arms – just like Griffin's own mother's had been. She was lucky to have found someone with the same striking wisdom to advise her in the wake of her parents' deaths.

"Go to him," Elinor brushed a strand of purple hair from where it'd stuck to the salty tracks on Griffin's cheek. "He's been asking for you." With a nod of encouragement Elinor released her.

Griffin pushed the door open to draw the attention of both men inside. Ailan nodded at her and patted Valtor on the shoulder before making his way out quickly and closing the door.

Griffin and Valtor stared at each other wordlessly. She took in the way every inch of him moved with vitality. His lungs drew in full breaths and her smile got a wide grin in return. How had she ever doubted the shine in his eyes? He was glowing like the sight of her infused him with pure light.

"Thanks for the cactus," Valtor reached over to pull it to the edge of the nightstand, fingers brushing the leather of her purse still lying abandoned there. "Now I'll have company in my prickliness."

Griffin chuckled despite herself and shook her head. "That's not why I brought it. I was hoping it would lend you some of its resilience." The confession came out whole instead of shredded in pieces like she'd feared. "It has survived through many years with me."

"There was no way I wouldn't pull through with you here but why did you come? Was it just fear that drove you here, saying the things of my dreams?"

Her heart jumped in her throat and she had to swallow it to speak, not to keep him from seeing it. She sat down in the chair by the bedside again. It was quickly becoming a monument of their relationship's development.

"I don't know how much you heard of what I said before but I was scared. I was scared I would never get to tell you the photo got through to me because I'd been so scared to act, to feel. I hardly made it through the loss of my parents," Griffin choked back the memories spilling into her eyes. "It was so hard for me to believe in my own future when I'd been pulled from my roots. I've been living on willpower and instinct but I'm ready to feel again, to love again. With you."

Valtor offered her a hand and she took it. He brought it to his mouth for a kiss, the breath from his lips scorching her nerves with the pleasant shiver it sent over her skin. They'd held hands as they'd danced but they'd never made it closer to each other than an inch apart.

"I heard you say you'd be anything I want." Valtor's sly smile had her resisting the urge to roll her eyes. He had something positively scandalous on his mind. "I want you to be my wife."

"Valtor!" Heat rose inside her – overwhelmingly invigorating in the subtlety of the romantic history between them. "Ask me on a date first." She'd say yes this time. She'd say yes any time.

"Take your time. I'll ask you on a thousand dates. We have a whole future in front of us," Valtor laced their fingers together.

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