#we already know she likes to play with her jewellery when she’s being mean

[turvi]

Ypu said you wanna write for rodrick and I wanna request.

So rodrick with a good girl neighbour reader (think- gwen stacy type) and rodrick does all kinda stuff to impress her even at school so yea.

I'm a sucker for goofy! Himbo! Rodrick

Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy this

"BOYS! OUR NEW NEIGHBOURS ARE HERE!" Susan yelled and huffed when none of the boys responded to her call. Greg was busy filming Rowley trying to fall from his chair. Rodrick was in the basement and didn't hear his mam call out to him as he was drowned in the sounds of his drums.

A few minutes later, Rodrick finally comes up to drink water, only to see the new neighbours...most importantly, their daughter.

Rodrick didn't realise he had dropped his drumsticks on the floor until his mother was tugging him towards the living room and introduced him to the neighbours, the L/ns. And there she was with a sweet, gentle smile telling him her name.

"Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Y/n," she said, offering her hand.

Rodrick held her hand, not wanting to let go, but he had to since both his and her parents were watching them. "I-uh...I am Rodrick."

He scowled when he heard Greg snickering behind him. He wanted to hide so badly just because he couldn't tell his name to a pretty girl. But she doesn't laugh at him. She squeezed his hand, letting him know it was ok.

It was, at this moment, he wondered if it was too soon to ask her to marry him? He shook his head. He was being silly. Just because a girl was nice to him doesn't mean he should fall in love with her.

Then two days later, he heard knocking on the garage door. He sighed, thinking it was one of the upright elder people wanting him to keep the voice low. When he opened the garage door, he almost let it go when he saw Y/n standing there, the harsh sunlight pouring down his lawn.

He quickly let her in and introduced her to his bandmates, who were just beaming at the sight of Rodrick being awkward and shy around her.

"Hey, I was just walking by and heard you guys play. I was wondering if you could teach me how to play drums. I already talked to your mom."

His friend patted his shoulder. "Rodrick is our drummer. He is a great teacher too, he can teach you. Right, Rodrick?"

Rodrick got out of his daze when he heard his name. "Uh...yeah...yeah...I drum...drums" It was like he never learnt English in school, and Rodrick hated how he sounded.

"Ok, tell me when you are free. I'll come."

"Actually, we are leaving, so you guys can continue. It was nice meeting you." his friend winked at him, leaving the two alone. Rodrick knew he couldn't do much but look at her knowing his mom was peeping through the basement door. But he was just happy seeing her and talking to her.

He was happy they were bonding. He would teach her to play the drums. She would spellcheck his assignments. Rodrick knew she had a place in his heart when she would gently correct his spellings.

Slowly he loved holding her hands, her smile, her nose scrunch, the way she snorted before she laughed, and her soft sweaters that always smelled nice.

He didn't realise when he fell in love, or was he always in love? When he would go shopping with his family, he would spot things that he knew Y/n might like. He even saw a jewellery shop, and his heart dropped looking at the prices of the rings. But then, he had yet to win her heart. He was determined to buy this ring.

Of course, by the time he would be rich enough to buy the ring, he would already have your heart. But Rodrick didn't know he already had Y/n's heart, and she knew it was always going to be his.

@milivanili99 @cecekcecekceckceckceck @maneskai @isaentremundos @autumn3l3ctr0swings @mikulovingtrash

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[princessbrunette]

you’d never been in trouble in your life.

scolded, sure. told off for staring? almost daily. but only now had you ended up in the sheriffs office, wound up in more trouble than intended all for being curious. you’d been wandering around the obx, off in your own world— your favourite lonesome activity. the pogues had been off on some mission that pope hadn’t allowed you on, so naturally you found your own fun, frolicking through the forest to find cool looking mushrooms and plants. you didn’t mean to end up on a kooks property. you also didn’t mean to set off their alarms.

you play with the lone leaf you had shoved into your pocket before the owner of the land had called the cops on you and had you taken in. you were fine, you had got in the police car yourself and didn’t resist in the slightest— but you were a little afraid. the leaf you’d plucked from the ground brings you comfort as you sit on the cold office seat swinging your legs. then, you hear the commotion before you see it.

pope had been called upon your request to collect you, and bounding in wildly by his side was jj, yanking his red cap off his head to cuss the place down.

“control your dog, heyward.” the female officer sneers as they arrive in the main area where you were in holding. pope locks eyes with you and bounds over, wide eyed.

“what happened here?” he stresses, brow creased in exasperation. you blink, looking around with a shrug still twiddling with the stem of the plant you’d plucked.

“all you gotta do is sign her out. dont need any commotion. owner of the land said he wouldn’t press charges for tresspassin’ with your written word that you’d stay off his property.” shoupe rolls his shoulders, clearly over the whole ordeal too. you could tell deep down he thought it was ridiculous, but he was dedicated to putting on a front and doing his job.

“she got arrested for walking on some grass? shoupe, you know that’s not right.” pope steps forward in emphasis, and immediately two officers stand beside the man in charge protectively, causing pope to sigh and slow his movements.

“the owners recently had a break in. stole about five thousand worth in jewellery, and a couple hundred in cash. when they caught her snoopin’ around on the land they suspected she could maybe have been the burglar.”

jj’s eyes practically bulge out of his head, ducking his head in disbelief. “her?” he deadpans, arriving at your side to grasp your shoulders. “this lil’ girl. you think she was responsible for a damn heist? y’all must have lost your minds i swear to—” the blonde raises his voice and pope shakes his head dejectedly, holding up his hand.

“jj, chill.”

he scoffs, taking a lap— leaving you with your boyfriend and the sheriff.

“now no one’s pointin’ fingers here. i don’t believe this young lady is capable of such a crime either. but they called it in, and i had to check it out. she’s all good to go.” shoupe stares the two of you down, and you shuffle towards pope, watching him as he lets out another disgruntled sigh, crossing his thick arm over himself to itch his opposing shoulder which made his bicep bulge, attracting your wide eyes again for a moment.

“yeah.” is all he says, hastily signing away the papers, keeping his glare on the officer. “this is some bullshit and you know it. we good to go?” he asks seriously and shoupe silently nods, allowing the boy to guide you away from the station — maybank already taken off to the car.

outside, heyward stops infront of you and you blink up at him with knitted brows, unsure if he was mad at you.

“did they hurt you in there?” his voice is gravelly, more serious than you’re used to. it takes you a moment to shake your head.

“uh-uh. i got in the police car by myself.” you note and his own brows furrow, placing two coarse hands on your arms.

“you need to be careful when i’m not around. okay? i know you like to explore, right it’s your thing — but just… you need to watch out for these cops. you saw what they did to john b a while back, what they accused him off. they are dirty. do you hear what im saying?” his voice is gentle, but his expression is urgent— not letting go of you. it’s only then you let the tears pool in your eyes, not quite understanding the severity of what could have possibly happened until then.

“i’m sorry.” your lip wobbles and his hands rise to cup your cheeks instead, thumb pressing to your bottom lip as if to stop it from shaking.

“don’t be. it’s those asshole cops who should be sorry. look, there’s nothing to be scared of sweetheart. i’m here. jj would’a burned that place to the ground if they laid a hand on you. but… i just don’t want you to get into trouble and wind up like me. yeah?”

you nod, and he pulls you to his chest, your hands clutching onto the loose muscle tank he wore as he holds you. “i’m sensing you need some food. do i sense correctly?” you hear the smile in his voice, and everything feels okay again.

“mhm.”

“cool. cars this way, let’s get you some fries, bambie.”

#pope heyward prompt #deer!reader #just a random scene floating around my head hehe

[tenjikyu]

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ bonten!mikey x male!rockstar!reader , reader plays guitar in a band , reader dresses more grunge as that’s the bands theme , think nana osaki from nana bc she’s the inspo for the fic , very lighthearted, tryna let poor bonten!mikey catch a break , slight sexual references but nothing actually happens , bonten is a lil ooc bc they all act like family but it’s okay bc it’s bonten.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR BONTEN ARC, NOT REALLY BUT WARNING JUST IN CASE. (honestly it’s not spoilers at all bc it’s pretty fanon in comparison to the canon bonten timeline.)

“cmon mikey, get outta the apartment for once in your life that isn’t to go to headquarters!” rindou pouts at his boss.

manjiro really didn’t know what he expected when he decided all the executives should move into a massive penthouse together. sure it was good for his health to be around others and not coop himself up in agony, but he didn’t exactly like the idea of being dragged out whenever his lackeys felt like it.

“not intrested, leave me alone.” manjiro says, attempting to make his way to his bedroom. to go see a band he rarely listened to? who goes to a concert when you don’t give a shit about them to begin with?

sure he’s heard all about the gorgous female lead singer and the hot as fuck guitarist. (Y/N), right? manjiro couldn’t remember nor did he really care to.

“but i bought us all front row tickets to see Black Rose so we could witness how hot Hiroko Asato issss” ran attempted to persuade the stubborn bonten leader.

it wasn’t working.

“i’m looking forward to seeing her outfits up close. from what i’ve heard, she wears pure designer.” kokonoi adds onto the conversation.

“cmon mikey, it’s only one night. if you hate it that much i can drive you back to the penthouse.” kakucho, ever the resolver, bargains with the pouting leader.

“…” manjiro stays silent. ‘it’s just one night i guess, plus it means that i’d have them off my ass for at least a month’ he reasons with himself.

“alright, let’s get going then.” he says, the rest of the executives silently fist bumping the air rn.

the wait to get into the stadium was a bitch, however with a little bit of force, the bonten executives managed to get inside ahead of time.

koko ordered the drinks, kakucho and mochi reserved the spots and the haitani brothers were chatting up some vip ladies in scandalous dresses. meanwhile mikey is . . .

umm . . .

wait.

“oh, hey! are you lost..?”

you do your best to keep cool with the fact that the leader of the biggest mafia syndicate in japan was in your personal changing room.

“the show doesn’t start for another 2 hours, can i help you to your seat? i wouldn’t mind.” you offer, keeping careful of how you talk.

the hotshots of bonten’s identities had been long revealed to the public, however people were too afraid to really report their whereabouts to authorities. many stories of people who had revealed their location that day were swiftly eliminated, even before the news of their position were made public.

and so, knowing that the tatoo on this rather depressed looking man’s neck was a bad sign, you decided to just adhere to whatever he might need.

you were already dressed, the iconic vivienne westwood jewellery hanging from every inch of your body. each member of your band had a significant brand to them, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to be seen decked out in the iconic space themed jewellery. you had always loved the style, and it seemed the mafia boss was equally as intrigued in your designer pieces. you even had their logo imprinted onto your guitar.

“no, i’m okay.” manjiro only replied, his eyes not leaving the necklace that rested gently on your chest.

he didn’t really know why he snuck into the private quarters of the band. perhaps it was to escape his ever-so-annoying underlings?

or perhaps, a little part of him wanted to catch a glimpse of you.

apart from the obvious favourite of the band, the lead singer AS well as the only girl in the band, you were a favourite among listeners.

you had women and men alike screaming your name and begging for skin-on autographs. despite being a dude yourself, you had other guys begging you to sign their tailbone (which you had to politely decline).

manjiro understood why, as you were definitely easy on the eyes. your amazing sense of fashion and your toned body didn’t help.

“uhm.. are you feeling okay? you seem a bit dazed.” you question. in reality, the man was just dead on staring into your soul, scaring the living shit outta you.

“yes, i’m alright.” he finally responds.

.

. .

. . .

“here, take a seat.” you finally break the silence. why was he here? you didn’t think that a guy like him would have time to sit around some flashy concert. sure, you were a big band but let’s be real, shouldn’t he be at his headquarters shooting peoples heads in?

alas, you knew better then to question it.

and so, you order in some glasses of alcohol and begin chatting. you spoke about your career, how your band came to be and about dreams.

you aren’t entirely sure why you were discussing this sort of shit with a random mafia leader who could probably give less then a shit about you, however he seemed almost enamoured with your conversation.

you felt bad for talking his ear off, especially since you now only had about 45 minutes till showtime and you STILL hadn’t tuned your guitar, however he didn’t seem to care.

everytime you stopped talking, manjiro almost.. glared? at you? as if he was offended that you stopped talking.

unbeknownst to you, manjiro loved listening to you talk. the way you worded things and your voice overall was heavenly to his ears.

the piercings that decorated your skin were appealing to the man. the chain from your ear to you lips especially looked so… attractive to him.

“(Y/N) C’MON, WE’RE ON IN 10” you could hear toru, your drummer, scream out to you.

“SHIT! MY GUITAR” you freaked. HOW did you forget your guitar??

“i’ll come visit after the show.” manjiro says, exiting the room.

“oh, oka-“ before you had the chance to finish your sentence, he vanished.

well, now you couldn’t WAIT for the show to finish!

after the show had ended, you packed up the rest of your gear. your manager had popped in and taken your stage clothes back to the studio before bidding farewell.

as you sat around in a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt (inspo - don’t feel like you have to imagine this.) , you paitently waited for the white haired mafia boss to sneak back into your private room.

why were you even waiting? he was probably bullshitting you anyways. why would someone as busy as manjiro sano give a fuck about what you were doi-

“yo.” a cheeky grin graces his face, looking back at you.

note to self : doubt gets you nowhere!

“hey manjiro, enjoy the show?” you ask the man, automatically getting comfortable in his presence. you didn’t exactly know why you felt so relaxed around him, considering his rather infamous reputation, but you just did.

“yeah, you’re certainly the best in your band though. could go solo and still be famous if you wanted.” he replies, automatically heating your face up.

“cmon (Y/N), let’s get going already. i’m tired.” he winged to you in a childlike manner.

“okay.. WAIT—HUH?? where am i going?” you shriek, having no idea that he actually PLANNED to leave this place with you in tow.

“back to my place. duh. i don’t just talk to anybody for fun unless i plan to shoot them in the head an hour later.” he responds in a nonchalant voice.

this boy is gonna be the death of you, literally or figuratively? only time will tell.

regardless of how much you declined the offer, the man ends up dragging you out to the expensive limo that was owned by bonten. not only were you dragged into the car, you were squished in between the boss and 2nd in command of the syndicate, haruchiyo sanzu.

not that you were complaining, the pink haired dude was hot as fuck.

there were many things that occurred that night :

• at 1am, you arrived at their shared headquarters, completely baffled that they all lived together. you decided that you would NOT mention anything that might offend anyone in the room right now.

• at 2am, you were drinking alcohol more pricey then your stage guitar. you weren’t by any means on the poor side, but these men lived a new version of luxury.

• at 3am, you were playing pool with the haitani brothers and sanzu. you lost. miserably.

• at 4am, you were half naked and making out with manjiro sano on his own bed. you didn’t expect the high and mighty manjiro sano to be so submissive in the bedroom.

wait…

“HUH??” WHY WERE YOU IN MANJIRO SANO’S BEDROOM?? WHY WERE YOU IN NOTHING BUT BOXERS?? WHY DID MANJIRO SANO HAVE BITE MARKS ALONG HIS NECK??

“relax dummy, nothing went beyond tongue action.” a mop of platinum hair grumbles beneath the duvet covers.

thank fuck.

‘wait. what time is it?’ you ponder, taking a look at the clock next to the bed. 3:45pm. just how much did you drink to wake up this late?

before you had anymore time to think about it, you feel a thin but strong arm yank you back under the covers,

and come face to face with a pouty mafia leader.

as if on instinct, you pull his head gently into your chest, cradling his head like he’s a porcelain doll. his arms wrap around you as he nuzzled into your body closer, seeking your warmth and comfort.

it doesn’t quite dawn on you that your cuddling a man you literally met yesterday. not because you’re naive or dense, but because it just felt right to be in each others arms.

it’s not until mochi wakes the both of you up for dinner that you reopen your eyes, realising you hadn’t moved since you got dragged down.

it’s an all out war getting manjiro to leave his bed, but when you’re swiftly abducted by the haitani brothers, he’s up and ready, chasing the idiots around claiming they ‘stole his baby.”

well, that’s one way to get a boyfriend!

#manjiro sano #manjiro mikey sano #mikey #manjiro #manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro x male reader #manjiro x m!reader #mikey x m!reader #mikey x male reader #manjiro sano x male reader #manjiro sano x m!reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x m!reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x male reader #bonten #tokyo revengers bonten #rockstar au

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you had enjoyed the holidays! So, just to warn you guys, the uptades may become more sparse due to the return to school, but I will continue doing my best to update at least once a week :/ Also, I just wanted to say that I'm very gratefull for every interaction from you guys ❤️ They keep me motivated to keep writing and I simply love to know what you guys think about Indecent Proposal. It makes me feel like we're all on the same boat, I don't know how to explain it lol. Anyways, tysm for evething! (Also, this chapter's song is just because it has been playing in my head non stop because of TikTok. I WANNA BE SAAAAVED)

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Alysanne lightly fantasysing with Daddy!Batman (but to be fair, let he who has never sinned cast the first stone,I know I'm not going to be the one.)

Wordcount: 1715.

Chapter thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: Pictures Don't Lie

When you arrived at the studio, Aly was already in their costume, making the last adjustments. You couldn’t help but smile. They looked fucking stunning.

— There she is! — Aly exclaimed as you sat on one of the armchairs, waiting — The it girl of the moment.

— It's good to see you too, Alysanne — You said, taking your shoes off. Fabio’s n°1 rule: never wear shoes while trying on your custom-made clothes — Where’s Fabio?

— I have no idea, I think he said something about grabbing some pins — Aly said, looking at themselves in the mirror — I personally think he meant I’m skinny. Your costume is in the change room, he asked for you to try it on so that he would be back in a minute.

You got inside the change room and saw the beautiful white dress. You could easily be mistaken by a minimalist bride in this dress. The silk was so soft and shiny… the draped bust would make your breasts look even more amazing. You wondered what Tim would think when he saw you in this dress. You giggled like a child, wondering how much this dress cost. Aly loved to pamper you.

— You’ve already hidden your lover’s face from me, don’t hide the dress too! — Aly exclaimed from the outside. You finished putting the dress on and after a good five minutes trying to strap the wings to yourself alone, you got out of the changing room and asked Aly to help you. They helped you and you got to the mirror step to see it better — If i were a woman, I would envy you so much.

You laughed at Aly’s comment.

— I’m serious! — They exclaimed — You’re the only person I know that can make a romantic costume look hot without shortening your skirt or lowering the neckline. 

— Thank you, Aly — You said — You’re also rocking. You look simply amazing. The jewellery pieces will compliment the look so much you definitely are going to get Paris Hilton’s blessing.

— Oh, I’m sure I will — They said, smiling — It would be very dumb of her not to choose me as her successor. I mean, I’m thin, I’m blonde and my tan comes straight from Aruba. 

— Good that you know — You said.

After you guys took some photos for Aly’s instagram, they started to question you.

— Why don’t we call your Dilf Playboy so that he can see how you look good? — They asked, seated on the armchair beside you. You laughed.

— He is our age, Aly — You tried to guide the conversation — And I can’t show him.

— Why not? Is there anything of yours he hasn't seen yet? No slutshaming obviously.

You laughed loudly.

— Yes, Aly. There are parts of me he hasn’t seen yet — You said — And he is a cheesy motherfucker. Would try to match costumes with me, and then everybody would know about our… thing.

— You can just call it a relationship, you know?

— We are not dating. It’s purely physical.

— Maybe for you and that cold heart of yours — Aly pointed, fidgeting with the hem of their gown. 

— I’m not cold hearted — You answered, a bit offended — I just… have more important things. And I don’t want to be in a relationship with him. Things are good the way they are. 

— You're really not telling me who your mysterious twink is?

— No, I’m not — You said — At least for now. Maybe after this thing between us end, we can talk shit about him. 

— “I’m not cold hearted”, she says — Aly said and rolled their eyes. 

You spent some time in silence, watching tv. And then the reality show got interrupted by the news with an interview with Batman.

— Turn the volume up! — Aly exclaimed, worried, since the images were near their father’s work. You did as they asked.

“... The source of the explosion is already being investigated by Red Robin and I, there are no fatal victims and everything will be alright”. Your mind vented. Red Robin. There has been a while since you heard about him. Good to know he is alive. Aly, with a very confused look, turned their head towards you with a devious grin.

— What? — You asked.

— I know why you don’t want to tell me who you’re secretly shagging — They said, leaning towards you. You arche done eyebrow, confused — You’re fucking Batman! — Aly exclaimed as they heard the dark knight voice on the TV. Oh fuck, it was scary how Tim could mimic it almost perfectly — Does he fuck you with the mask on? How big is it?

— What?! No! — You exclaimed, laughing — That man is clearly in his forties, Aly, he could be my father. I’ve told you, he is our age.

— Look, of all the people in this world, you’re the one I’ve least expected to try to gaslight me…

— I’m not, Aly, I swear on my mother’s name.

— I heard his voice, little Y/N. It's Batman!

— No, he’s not! He just is really good at imitating voices — You tried to explain, but Aly wasn’t easily convinced.

— Oh, so he didn’t tell you then — Aly said — I really am a great detective!

— Aly, he is a highschooler — You said, holding their hands  — If he was Batman, he would fail every fucking class, and as hard it is for me to admit, he is kinda smart. 

— I demand proof. 

— What do you want? To see his fucking driver’s licence? Birth certificate? His report card?

— A picture of him will do.

You sighed. There must be a way out of this. You went through your secret gallery, where you kept the pictures you’ve taken together while you engaged in physical activities (you honestly thought it was a bit risky, but you had nothing to lose if these pictures were stolen. Well, maybe your dignity, but at this point you were pretty convinced you’ve already lost it), but they all showed his face or his stomach scar, and Aly had a fucking great memory. They would know it was Tim the second they saw his scar.

— Give me a sec.

You went to the balcony and called for Tim.

— Missing me already? — He asked, his voice echoed. Where the fuck was he that had echo?

— Are you in a cave? — You couldn’t help but ask — Your voice is echoing.

— Oh, I'm in the manor’s gym — He answered.— How can I help you, darling?

— I need a picture of yours — You said, biting your lip nervously — A picture that shows you’re not an old man and that at the same time doesn't show any of your recognizable features. 

— That’s a very specific request. May I know why?

— Aly thinks you’re a sugar daddy — You admitted, after a sigh — They’re convinced you’re an old man and I want to prove them wrong. If I don’t, they’ll mock me for eternity.

— You really do hate the idea of having a sugar daddy, don’t you? No one has pampered you enough?I can change that… — He said and you could imagine the grin on his pretty face. Smart ass.

— That’s not the point, Playboy.

— I’ve got you, darling. Remember that picture of us in your bathroom mirror, the one you’re wrapped your legs around my waist?

— The one I asked you to delete? You’ve kept it. Obviously — You said, laughing. You would be mad at him for keeping that picture, but it saved you right now.

— Sorry, I didn’t plan on keeping it, but you look so fucking pretty there that I couldn’t help it.

— That’s okay. Just send it to me, please.

— Sent already, darling.

— Thank you, Playboy.

— You’re welcome, love. 

— Bye.

— Kiss you later.

You hung up and walked back into the room. Aly was on the mirror step again and Fabio was back with the pins.

You got in Tim’s chat and opened the photo.

He was right, it was a good photo, but you didn’t want him to have it because of the way you looked at him in it. Too intimate. He was standing with his back turned to your mirror, his wet hair kinda messy and some water droplets sliding on his bruised back. You were being held by him, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping your ass (gently squeezing, actually, but no one could tell it by the picture), one of your hands grabbing his shoulders, your red nail polish in contrast with his fair skin. You were the one holding the phone and, with your hair wet and slight back, you looked at his smile with flustered cheeks and a sweet smile. Too fucking intimate. 

At least, neither his face nor his scars known to the public were showing.

— If you ever say he is old again, Alysanne Taylor Lewis, I’m going to beat your ass — You started getting closer to them. Aly got the phone from your hand and you were not worried that they could get out of the photo and try to discover his identity. You trusted Aly.

— Damn, y/n, you are aggressive in bed — They said, zooming in on Tim's bruises — Nobody would bet on that by looking at your face… always the quiet ones…

— I didn’t do it — You laughed — He got in a fight with his brothers. 

— Romeo? — Fabio asked, looking at the photo too. Aly nodded — His back seems incredibly familiar. Weird. I know these measures from someone…

— Maybe you’ve tailored something for him — Aly said, giving your phone back to you — She calls him “Playboy”, so he is certainly on your client’s list.

Fabio looked at you.

— I have no idea, maybe he is — You said, looking at the picture again. Even though Tim was filthy rich, you couldn’t picture him wearing hand made suits. The boy literally showed up at your house wearing jeans and a Flash merch sweater.

— That look on your face — Aly said — Are you sure you’re not in love with him?

— Shut up, Alysanne. 

— Maybe Red Robin finally found his match in the competition for your heart. Who would say, a hero and a twink… I guess you don’t really have a type.

You didn’t answer, as you kept looking at your face on the picture before deleting it. 

You were not going to let him crawl his way into your heart. 

#timothy drake #tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake smut #red robin x y/n #red robin headcanon #red robin x reader #red robin fanfic #batboys fanfic #batboys x you #batfamily #batboys x reader #Spotify

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September 10th, 1910- Letter extract, Clem Gillespie to Daisy Gillespie

I am certainly seeing a side of Greater Windenburg we never saw when Aunt Minnie used to take us to the pantomime at Christmas. You can tell Mother rest assured that I have not quite sunk into a pit of vice and voluptuousness, but my horizons have certainly been expanded. Our boarding house is in Villareal Square, and there are more kinds of people here than I knew existed! Just walking down to buy a loaf of bread in the morning one hears half a dozen languages. It makes me feel excited to be alive!

The boarding house is run by Mrs Travers, who was an actress herself in her youth. She is enormously proud of all the stars of the stage who were inhabitants of the house in their humbler days; singers and dancers and actresses and acrobats, even some I had clippings of in my scrapbook back home! The parlour is fairly papered with their framed photographs, and on her merrier evenings she is a goldmine of stories. We told her we were newlyweds. I'm not sure she really believed us- she looked us up and down and said that she wasn’t one to ask questions ‘if the rent is paid and the premises is orderly.’

Our fellow lodgers certainly aren’t what you would call orderly. All those years I longed to live among bohemians, I never knew how noisy they were! But what a collection of people.

Miss Christina has a popular female impersonation act. It feels strange to call her a female ‘impersonator’, when she lives as a woman on-stage and off. Everyone calls her Miss Christina. (I called her Miss Pickering once and everybody laughed.) I don’t know what her male name is and have no inclination to ask; I can’t imagine calling her Mr Anything. I suppose in a way she is like me.

Mr Berel and Mr Rivkin are quite a different kettle of fish. They work backstage, like me, and are very political. They stay up until all hours of the night arguing about Marx and drinking dreadful Russian spirits, and usually finish up singing maudlin songs in Yiddish until someone goes and thumps on their door. Otherwise they spend their free time going to political meetings in Vatore Street in the Jewish neighbourhood, near where Eli’s family lives! Although they argue incessantly they are plainly devoted to each other.

Then there is Bella Rosen. Some days the door rings two or three times with  deliveries of flowers, bonbons or love-notes from one of her gentleman admirers. I can well understand why. She is very popular in the vaudeville and musical comedies, and some of her costumes are quite astonishingly skimpy, but I think she could stand stock still in the middle of the stage wearing a potato sack and still bring the house down. Her rooms look as though they were transposed from the more scandalous sort of French novel. Mother People back home would say she was no better than she should be, but so far as I can see 'as good as she should be’ is perfectly sweet. She is forever passing on boxes of bonbons from her admirers, and I know she gives half of the jewellery she receives to Miss Christina, with whom she is great friends.

Miss Hammond and Miss Healy work in scenery and wardrobe respectively.  Miss Hammond is rather fierce. She smokes cigarettes just like a man and wears knickerbockers on her bicycle and even on occasion about the house! I suppose it would be rather rich of me to cast stones in that regard. Miss Healy is Irish and rather scatty. They are friends of long standing and share a room.

And lastly there is Cecilia Rheinhold, who is in the play with Hon. She is from Germany and apparently already quite well-known there. One certainly gets that impression to hear her talk, in any case. But Hon seems very taken with her. She says she is being perfectly sweet to her in rehearsals and showing her how things are done, etc. and even offered to ‘run lines’ with her (that means practice) outside rehearsal. The play is called The Cherry Orchard; it is by a Russian and apparently it is supposed to be a comedy. I must say the Russians must have a very odd sense of humour.

At present I am still working backstage as a sort of general dogsbody or factotum, generally with Mr Berel and Mr Rivkin. The work is so much more exhausting than anything we ever did on the farm. I fall into bed aching all over and some evenings it’s all I can do to stay awake at dinner! So you can rest easy knowing I have no time for fleshpots or debauchery.

All this is so I can make myself useful until Leslie King, the celebrated male impersonator, returns from tour. I am to be trained up as a sort of apprentice, and if I am good enough I might even have my own act some day. Just think of it! You might come and see me in top and tails. Quite a way from the Little Windenburg Dramatic Society!

Enclosed is a studio photograph of Hon and me, paid for extremely rashly out of my first month’s wages. You can’t think how exciting it is to have money one has earned oneself- even if it is hardly more than the pin money I used to get back home.

Your loving brother,

Clement

P.S. Please convey my gratitude to Eli for his willingness to pass on my letters.

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#decades challenge #history challenge #ts4 history challenge #s4 history challenge #decades legacy #gillespie legacy #gen1 #clem gillespie #honour yates

[marshmallow-rainbow139]

Reiner Braun as a Father - Post Canon

I 100% see him as a "dad girl."

He has two girls. Irene (which means peace) and Nadia (which means hope). They have a two-year age gap.

The girls and you are his whole world.

He cried when they were born and cried even more when he held them, and could barely put them down. Only you could. convince him to put the baby down and give them to you. The first person to hold the girls besides you two was Annie, the Godmother. 

Annie was given no choice. You and Reiner just said, "You're the Godmother," and that was the end of the discussion. She didn't put on a fight, as she adores the girls.

He was the first one to wake up when they started crying. By the time the crying registered in your mind, Reiner had already picked the baby. If he can always tell the reason why they're crying, if it's about being hungry, he gives them to you. If it's not that, he handles it himself.

He loves when they lay on his chest.

They thought, at one point, that his breasts were yours.

He has a family portrait on his desk that he would glance at once in a while.

He's always careful when playing with the girls, mindful of his size.

They're always gripping his legs like little koalas.

When he goes to the park with the girls, he gets a lot of attention from the other moms because it's an attractive father joyfully playing with his daughters.

Don't worry! They can talk all they want. His main goal is to make sure Irene doesn't smack Nadia with her plastic shovel.

Visits to the continent for the girls mean visiting Grandma Karina, which also means lots of sweets and new dresses.

Another family member that the girls adore is their cool cousin, Gabi. She always babysits the girls along with Falco. It's the perfect way to have a date night.

He loves to tickle them with his beard when giving kisses.

Every time he goes on a diplomatic mission, he always comes back with a doll for the girls and jewellery for you, but the girls don’t care. They just want to cuddle and play with Daddy.

During his diplomatic missions, the first thing he does when he goes to his hotel room is call home and hear his girls' voices.

!!Angst train!!

He was so afraid when you said you were pregnant with Irene that he left without saying anything.

Reiner started feeling horrible the moment he got out of the door, but he couldn't go back, too ashamed and overwhelmed with emotion.

He returned a few hours later and tightly hugged you, saying he was sorry, and that he promised to never run away like a coward again. He said it while kneeling in front of you and burying his face in your stomach.

He’s always scared that one day someone is going to hurt them.

Reiner still has bouts of depression, and the girls somehow always know when their daddy is sad.

When it's bedtime, the girls insist on sleeping in their parents' beds. When you ask why, they say "We want to make Daddy feel better."

Reiner is surprised to see the girls crawling on his bed and holding tight to his body.

"Don't be sad, daddy," Irene says, putting her head on his shoulder. Nadia puts his arm around her

Reiner almost wants to cry. He kisses their foreheads and says, "My little angels."

angst train over

Lord have mercy on the poor boy that wants to ask one of his daughters on a date.

The girls like to show off their father's strength by dangling from his arms, holding onto his arms, or sitting on his shoulders.

Thanks you almost everyday for giving him the most perfect children

#reiner braun #pure fluff #reiner braun x reader #aot #aot x reader #aot headcanons #headcanon

[bilbobagginshome]

A Deadbeat's Journal 27

A Jotaro Kujo x Blackfem reader story

Third person Narration

Jotaro after cutting the call is already looking up tickets to Brazil. He genuinely feels the loneliness of the night as even the stars dance alongside one another almost in jest of his bleak solitude. After mulling over Y/n’s words for the billionth time that evening he finally settles into a slumber as the waves of the ocean slowly rock him to his sleep.

Morning comes and he restarts the engine hoping by midday he can be back ashore and seriously making moves back to her and by midday a ½ of his goal is accomplished and he lands. Unlike the vibrant port of Zanzibar , filled to the brim with awe-looking tourists and inviting locals , the shores of Beira are filled with fishermen looking for their daily meals and children playing on the shores during their lunch break. They simply stare slightly at the foreigner who appears seemingly out of nowhere but soon looks away without a care in the world to this foreign specimen. After finding a suitable garage and parking his yacht, he sets off inwards of the town to find a motel. 

He records for y/n an overview of the new city he gland at and by the time he gets to a cheap hotel he scoured for online for over an hour , he’s absolutely exhausted already contemplating the next phase of his journey,

Just then a sudden notification goes off his phone and when he checks on the messenger is shocked by the email he sees and decides on calling the number as per requested

“Hello , is this Mhambi?”

“Oh Mr Jotaro, I did not expect you to call me so soon .”Mhambi responds cheerfully with tinges of distress.

“I’m actually quite excited about the idea you have proposed with me and I was too excited to not call as soon as I read your email.”He responds slightly out of breath from moving erratically around the room.

“I’m glad you think so. Though I’m just a small time environmentalist , I appreciate you taking the time off your day to further discuss this.”

“If small time means literally being a Nobel nominee then Albert Einstein made a small theory.”He says in utter shock at her word and Mlamba simply chuckles at his incredulity.

“Well. If you don’t mind, we can meet up this evening. I know a lovely dinner spot that is in a cave and I’m sure a foreigner like you would love to see something of the sort.” She says and after jotting down the place and time they should meet , Jotaro ends the call.

He takes a slight whiff of his shirt and decides a scrub in the shower is a necessity to undertake. As he rubs himself off he contemplates further of the opportunity that has simply fallen into his lap. For some reason the puzzles seem to seamlessly mend together ever since he got that award and minus the depression that comes with being 80% alone, he’s really basking in the light of his achievements despite how backbreaking and prolonging the Mombasa project entailed and by the time he is done with the shower a fantastical daydream of his future career moves hastens his pace to meet Mlambe.

He’s soon done and with time to spare quickly finds a bike to take him to the cave restaurant and just as promised the restaurant is spectacular. Dark aside from the pink and purple LED lamps hidden within the cave rocks has him thinking that he stepped into a world similar to that in Harry potter and when he was advised to remove his shoes as the cave is closer to the shore, his inner white man was already squealing in joy. He is soon directed to their table and Mlamba is decked in a form fitting little black dress with softer pearl jewellery as accessories and eyes so wide you would think you’re staring in a bottomless dark pit. Her dark skin glows in the multitudes of colours the lamps exude and she brings out a small smile in acknowledgement.

“Hi Jotaro, nice to see you “ She says as they engage in a polite hug.

“Nice to see you too, Mlamba. Here are some flowers. And you look beautiful.” He says as he hands over some flowers he had picked up on the way. 

“Wow what a gentleman. Where have you been hiding all this time?” She says in a flattered tone as she keenly looks into the composition of the flowers ,

“Oh and locally sourced! You really are keen.” She says as she places them to her side of the table,

“How can I hand an environmentalist flowers that aren’t ethically sourced and produced? You’d judge me to death.” He says with a smile of his own and she laughs in surprise though does not refute his statement.

They take into talking about the plans as the waiter leaves to place their order and she says,

“I’m actually glad you are doing this entire expedition because I’ve been dying to meet you after your second thesis on whale life in Japanese coasts and your work on protecting the endangered species there.” She says while nursing her second cup of wine.

“Oh thank you, that's such an honour. Is this why you considered me looking over the fish?” He questioned as he slowly downs his first whiskey,

“Something like that. I also did not want to deal with old creeps who have misogynistic undertones.” She says with a frown and he nods in agreement.

“Fully understandable.” He responds and the food is brought by. He decided on letting Mlamba choose the food he’d be eating and after a bite is seemingly intrigued and continues wolfing down on the food.

“Damn, you didn’t have lunch?” She questions as she notices him almost halfway done with his food barely five minutes into their dinner.

“Something like that.” He responds bashfully and straightens up to eat at a slower pace.

“So, why are you doing this expedition, especially on your own. You don’t have anyone to go around the world with?” She questions whilst looking at him in an unreadable expression, sipping her wine with ease.

“I did but my girlfriend was interested in pursuing other dreams and so she went to Brazil.”He replies with a fonder tone.

“Oh,girlfriend. I wouldn’t have guessed. Where did you both live before?” She questions once again, tone a tad more alert than usual.

“Kenya. She’s a lawyer.” He responds while spooning the last of his food on his empty plate.

“Oh that’s amazing. Can I see her?” Mlamba says with a smile and excitedly pulls out her phone to show her pics of her with him and some that seem more stalkerish than normal.

“You must be really fond of her.” She muses as she returns the phone.

“Definitely. She made my life there easier.”He responds with a smile while pocketing the phone. Realising all he’s spoken about is himself, he questions,

“And what about you ? Is there anyone special in your life?”

“There was. Now my love life is dryer than the Namibian desert.”She says with a sigh

“Yikes, what happened?”

She proceeds to tell the sob story of how she had travelled all the way to America to meet her long term long distance relationship as she heard rumours circulating that he was getting married to someone and lo and behold she finds him in the middle of a dowry negotiation. By the time her story draws to an end , she is whimpering and some of the tables around them look at Jotaro in disdain as he attempts to slightly pat her shoulder.

“Oh I don’t know what has come over me. I genuinely thought he was the one you know. Come to find out he planned to make me the secret African wife!” She exclaims as she wipes off her tears, makeup smudged from the mascara and eyes stinging with a red hue.

“Oh wow. I’m sorry.” Jotaro says awkwardly as he gestures for her to drink more water.

“I’m sorry , I’m supposed to be more professional than this, however it feels relieving to tell you. I couldn’t tell anyone close to me as they warned me about him so thank you for listening.”She responds, fully composed now though a round of hiccups have replaced her crying.

“You should tell them. They could be judgy but  they’ll put the “I told you so” on hold until after you’ve fully healed.” He responds with a smile,

“Oh thank you. You have a sweet smile. Come on, let's pay and I’ll give you my draft for the project.” She calls for the waiter and after he brings the receipt , Jotaro forcefully insists on paying and after a minor back and forth she agrees to let him pay on the condition that she’ll tip the waiter

“Thank you for this and listening to my sob-rant I appreciate it.” She says as he puts her on an uber.

“No problem. I just saw the link you sent me. I’ll be telling you this , "Expect a response during the midday cause I’m just going to bed after this.” And she laughs, simply nods as she walks in and waves bye at him as the car speeds off. As he calls his own car. He notices a call and does not wait for the second ring to answer the question.

* * *

Working with Mlamba gets rid of the slump Jotaro formerly heard. For the first time, it seems that his working skills align very well with her. Though this isn't to say that he’s never worked well with other researchers but rather never been so in tune with ideas on how the research is to phase out and as the days go by, his loneliness is easily curbed.He spends almost every morning with her and by the evening they have dinner at the street vendors outside. Moreover, major progress is being made in their research and to celebrate Mlamba proposes something for the upcoming weekend.

“The club, I don’t know, I don’t think my girlfriend would be comfortable with the idea of me going to such a place when she’s not close by and since our relationship is very young, I don’t feel like raising unnecessary tension.”

“Aren’t you bored of always being at home, besides she sounds understanding based on the conversations you guys have.” She says offhandedly as they close up the lab for the day.

“Are you eavesdropping on my conversations with her?” Jotaro questions with a slight scoff on his tone.

“Not even my fault,  I just happened to walk by the one time she called you during work. I didn’t even listen to what you guys were saying, I just remember a soft tone .” She says arms raised in surrender as Jotaro looking down on her with a raised brow.

“She is understanding. It's honestly a surprise how understanding she’s gotten, however I’m not willing to put my relationship on the line for a night out in a club that I’m 90% sure will not enjoy to the fullest.” He says pointedly to cut the conversation short.

“Oh please, all my friends have been asking to go out and I feel pressured to go after a few weeks of ghosting them . Plus aren’t you too trustworthy? Do you really believe she doesn’t have her way all the way in Brazil?” Mlamba responds, her tone getting slightly harsh nearing the end of the sentence.

Jotaro simply shakes his head and after pondering for a few seconds on their walk to the bus stop, takes out his phone and dials her number.

“Hey baby, how has your day been?” Y/n says as he overheads a mocking repetition of her sentence by Patience while Abdul laughs loudly in the background.

“Hi my love I’m perfectly fine.” Jotaro responds with a smile on his face, the tensions on his shoulders immediately relieving themselves.

“What a random time to call me, Is everything okay?”She asks and Mlamba, silently listening to their conversations, jabs slightly at Jotaro’s waist to proceed with the question.

“Well I do have something to ask. I’d like to go to the club with a couple of friends I’ve met over here . Would you be okay with that?” He asks worriedly .

“Of course. I’m so glad you’re making friends out there.You’ve been so lonely over the past few weeks it's been worrying me. And you shouldn’t ask to enjoy yourself. I trust you.” She says with a jovial tone. Jotaro can already imagine the smile on her face and wishes, for the nth time this month, that she was closeby.

“Okay , I just wanted you to be comfortable. I don’t want us crossing any boundaries in the relationship.” He says .

“Don’t worry jojo.”

“I’ll call you later okay? I love you.”

“Love you too” She says with a slight pout and he waits for her to cut the phone before placing it back in his pocket.

“Now that you have permission. Can I confirm with my friends that I will be coming alongside you?” She says as they wait for the bus to arrive. At this time the stop is filled with teenagers recounting the days shenanigans in their variously coloured uniforms,  working mothers who are already arguing with the nanny on what should the family should have for dinner, men barely keeping awake after a long work shift in the office and hawkers attempting to sell their roasted beans and cashew nuts to the passengers. The evening air stilling as the sun sets slowly behind their bus stop and some curiously looking at the  quiet mammoth that is Jojo next to the short and bubbly Mlamba who is conversing on the phone as she excitedly shares the plans for the next day with her friends. So yeah, just another peaceful evening for him at the bus stop.

He likes the pace of life here. It seems like every second passes by slowly like a rainy cloud gradually covering the blue skies. It makes you want to live and embrace every moment. That’s why he hated the capitals, especially in developing worlds. They seem extremely fast , they remind you that life is a mere mist, here one minute and gone the next.Not even a second to breathe one has already moved on to the next thing.

“Hey Jotaro?” Mlambo questions after noticing he had spaced out .

“Yeah yeah?”

“It's official, we are going clubbing till the morning tomorrow and the best part is all my friends can make it.”

“Yey” Jotaro responds unenthusiastically.

“Show more passion, shout YEY!” She says whilst letting out a hurray that has some people turning heads in slight annoyance.

“No, you should be grateful I haven’t yet backed out of the plan.” He warningly says.

“I know you can’t do that , right?” Mlamba says in a worried tone and he simply smiles and shrugs his shoulders as he watches her face contort into a series of expressions that document her spiralling.

* * *

When they enter, the club is empty almost as though it opened only a few minutes ago. Their group of eight though is able to find ample seating and start already on buying a bottle of whiskey.

“We could have started with cocktails, or even a beer?” Jotaro says whilst simultaneously wondering what state their livers are in.

“Jotaro here, we even believe the best way to get rid of a hangover is by pouring another shot.” David , one of Mlamba’s closest friends says with a smirk.

“That’s insane.” He shudders out loud whilst sipping his long island cocktail.The Dj playing the lamest hits he could find in his folder, the club barely hype , Jotaro begins to think he should have instead read one of the books Y/n recommended or even spent hours on the phone with her rather than this. Well at least the company is tolerable.

“We should get another Jack Daniel's , this one seems on the brink of ending. Waiter!” One of the squealing girls in their entourage shouts, makeup and hair done to the T , she’s a stunning doll

“Nevermind.” Jotaro mutters to himself. 

Mlamba , noticing her guest slowly retreating to the confines of his corner in his booth , scooches over to be closer to him. Already a tad tipsy and slightly high over what Jotaro hopes is simply weed she whispers, in the barely loud are,

“Do we seem a bore to you jojo?”

“No” He stiffly replies, slightly ruffled by the use of his nickname.

“Then dance.”

“The music is , for lack of a better word, dogshit.”

“Okay, but you owe me a dance when the place gets hype.” She sweetly says as she goes back to talk to some of the girls alongside the group.

And unlike Jotaro’s lacklustre expectations of what the night will bring , the place does get indeed better, especially since they switched the Djs out and brought in more 2000 classics mixed with 2010s EDM and some Afrobeats, the once boring entertainment centre seems to fill with a group of people around their age group and thus the night truly begins.

After his two cocktails and a few sips of the whiskey , Jotaro feels loose enough to converse with the people around him and them, noting that his guard is completely done, runs him a wave of questions that seem more like a tsunami. And he, though still slightly alert, is even willing to disclose some vulnerable information.

“So can we see the very mysterious girlfriend you keep mentioning.” One of the dolls, Yasmine, asks with a smirk in her face, And despite attempting to move on to other topics everyone in the table, especially Mlamba continuously insists on seeing her and he reluctantly removes his phone and gets out the first picture he can find of her.

The booth stares in silence as they look in awe at the image displayed amid the dim lighting of the club. And after a few seconds of what Jotaro considered to be deafening silence puts his phone back in his pockets.

“You need to tell me what you did to bag a girl like her, that ass is PHAT!” Jonah, one of the more extroverted of Mlamba ’s friend group loudly says and even though Jotaro chastises him for his remark,he can’t help but let out a smile in agreement.

“And while you’re at it direct me to her sister,” David says in awe. Jotaro hates to admit it but nothing boosts his ego more than knowing that everyone knows that she’s taken. By him.

Mlamba stays silent while the others sing choruses for her beauty and after a few more sips of whiskey he is inclined to divulge more general information about her. As the hype around her dies down, people start picking their partners to dance . And as he makes himself more comfortable in his seat, a more intoxicated Mlamba slurred in a whiny voice

“Jojo, you promised me a dance, why are you seated?”

“It's not like we’re waltzing, you can go dance, you don’t really need a partner.” Jotaro says with a shooing motion, already in the midst of simply enjoying the limbness of his tipsiness.

“Pleaseee” She whines even more. Jotaro doesn’t know why the sudden urge to shove her away from his arm almost overtakes him but , as a silent apology for his spur of the moment anger, he decides to appease her

Squealing in joy, she leads him to the dance floor. It starts off tame , even enjoyable as she encourages him to dance some of the more footsie local moves that most people and their friends do. Even her other friends join in and it starts a whole dance circle as the energising Afropop tunes play out . Then it turns to become a bit more sexual and she attempts to whine at him.

“Yeah I think I should get back to my seat.” He says, already uncomfortable with the amount of people grinding at him.

“Just one more song.” She insists.

“No, I don’t feel uncomfortable doing this. Plus I have a girlfriend. What would she think if she saw me in this situation?”

“Good thing she doesn’t have to see since she’s so far away from you.” Mlamba says with a smirk. He , making sure she doesn’t get hurt, shoves her away.

“I can’t believe you. I’m leaving”

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Hello once more! Sorry I lied about the back to regular scheduling. I'm heading to uni and its been a hassle, plus I was on holiday halfway of August. Some sad news coming up but I promise it will not be all dreadful

#jojos bizzare adventure #blackreader #jojo #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jotaro kujo

[detect-thoughts]

IM BACK FOR VALENTINE!!! If you've thought this far ahead about them that is :3c 💦🚲💐 IF NOT!! THEN FOR LUCY MY BELOVED 💘💋🚲🦴 HEHE

OH SHIT

How's about BOTH

For Valentine 💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

It's definitely Both, he's definitely cute, but he's also incredibly strange because he's been kept locked up by his vampire master for 300 years and an apocalypse happened during that time so the world is not how he remembers it and he's kinda lost in time and a bit of a relic in his behaviours, also very thirsty for a neck to bite on.

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

Having been a Vampire Lords favourite plaything for 300 years, he's..... exceptionally open minded to playing the field, such things are extremely casual to him.

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

Valentine is extremely flirty and typically won't hesitate to simply ask for what he wants, he's very open about showering people with compliments and suggestive remarks and making his feelings and intentions known, he would also gift them finery like clothes and jewellery because he has expensive tastes.

For Lucy

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

HE'S TERRIBLE! THE WORST! He's been pining over our group's Paladin since day one and he's barely managed to say a single nice thing to her, he could not compliment or comfort people if his life depended on it, he's had to rely on making an impact through displays of extreme trust and prowess, putting his life in her hands without hesitation, trusting her to save him, which she has done more times than I can count, especially when he got his arm cut off.

💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?

DESPITE being such a terrible flirt, his good looks and wealth means he has had a considerable history of romance despite only being 24, he has slept around a lot in his college years and certainly learned how to please (also, between you and me, I rolled on a table of abberant tiefling traits, you know, things like, spines, hooves, extra eyes, venom, etc etc, and got a long, forked, snake-like tongue so y'know, there's that 👀💦.)

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

Lucy has no reservations with poly relationships, in fact the Paladin he's fawning over already has a boyfriend, and my friend and I are definitely planning for it to come to a poly arrangement when we get there. Lucy was also in a relationship with both a half orc bard and a dwarf blacksmith before his exile for attacking another noble.

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?

By now I suspect it will come as absolutely no surprise that Lawrence is the whore of the city, and has slept with more people than he cares to count, dwarves, half orcs, goliaths (the paladin's brother, look, it was pre-campaign, a retrospective roll, that's a whole story of it's own and I had to smash a d100 into pieces with a hammer), gnomes, dragonborn, satyrs, firbolg, centaurs, the list goes on. His only saving grace from his lack of charisma is that he's cute and attentive in bed and everybody wants a piece of the pretty twink.

#I was not expecting THESE specific asks i'll be honest #But I'm glad somebody asked them #Kinda wanna know what made you pick these ones #📝👀 #OC #Lucy #Valentine #Ask #Death-Ward

[dilemmaontwolegs]

do you think you could write something for thor? he's very underrated around here!!!

Here's a wee drabble for Thor but if you have an idea of what you would like I'd love to write something more for him 😊

Summer Solstice || Thor

Warnings: fluff WC: ~750

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The hairs on your neck stood up as you felt the pressure in the air change and you looked to the balcony. The wind was blowing through the open doors and the sheer curtains billowed as dark clouds hid the moon from your sight, turning back to the mirror you chose your jewellery for the night. A streak of lightning, a clap of thunder, he always had to make an entrance.

“You’re late.” You pointed out as you pinched the clasp of a necklace Thor had given you long ago, a miniature mjolnir hanging from the chain.

“Imagine if I took the subway.” He joked before saw your eyebrow cock up in your reflection so he cleared his throat and hung his cape in the closet beside the suit he should have already been dressed in. “Apologies, m’lady, I did not mean to be tardy.”

You rolled your eyes as he tried to placate you with his silly old world speak but he caught the small smile that peeked through and knew he was off the hook. He leant over your shoulder to watch your reflection carefully apply your lipstick and his beard tickled your cheek, causing you to stop as you almost smeared it over your face.

“Am I distracting you?” He teased knowing just how much his dominating presence distracted you. “You should try to concentrate a little more.”

His deep laugh was the thunder that vibrated the air and you felt it right down to your core before he turned away and you could function again. With a shaky breath you finished your makeup and went to help him with the many belts that held his armour together.

“Do you think Frigga helped Odin or if she just used her magic to poof away his armour?” You asked as you struggled to unbuckle one stubborn metal clasp.

“I haven’t thought too much about how my mother undressed my father, or ever wanted to.” He grimaced.

“Probably for the best.” You giggled. “Though it does make me wonder, how are you an only child when they were together for thousands of years? I know people who were only together a single night and they made a baby.”

“Please, y/n, I said I was sorry I was late.” He begged as he gently cupped your face and bent his knees so he was at your height. “Enough torture.”

“Fine.” You agreed before pressing your lips to his and leaving a slight trace of your lipstick on him. “But Loki is going to be there tonight so he will just do it for me.”

You had lost sight of Thor as you were pulled in separate directions during the festivities but you could only assume he was sitting down since you couldn’t see his large stature towering over the others. It was only when he laughed that you were given your true north and wove through the crowds to find him sitting with Loki and the few of the Avengers that had been invited to the Summer Solstice.

You could tell he had imbibed in the sweet liquor of his culture when you saw the flicker of lightning behind his eyes that roamed over the flowing dress you wore. As soon as you were in his reach he caught you by the waist and pulled you to his lap with a grin.

“My beautiful wife.” He greeted you with a kiss, the taste of mead on his tongue. “We should dance.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he stood up and placed your feet on the ground, leading the way to space where Asgardian musicians played lively music as they celebrated the longest day of the year.

“I don’t know this dance.” You said as you watched the others moving elegantly as one.

His head dipped down to your ear as he wrapped a thick arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his body. “Just hold on to me, my dear.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your complete faith in him as he lifted you onto his boots. Your head tipped back laughing as it reminded you of being a child and his smile grew with the joyous sound from your lips. His feet moved beneath you and you watched the golden lanterns pass by as you spun beneath them, the entire evening was beyond magical. You never wanted it to end.

#thor x reader #thor x poc!reader #thor imagine #marvel fanfic #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson imagine

[sirensmojo]

"Big Bank!" - Hubby! Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Big Fluff, Old Money love story vibes.

Summary: Tommy decided to let his wife take care of his Gin. He comes to taste it for the first time after the Gin was met with great success.

A/N: We stand for a caring & trusting Thomas, sorry not sorry.

*Masterlist*

It was a windy day when Tommy entrusted you with his Gin distillery.

The sun was out, as your children were running around the garden, their giggling easing his mind. His head dropped backward on the garden chair as fingers of one of his hands were fidgeting with his cup or whiskey, as a cigarette was locked in between his lips.

Spring was early this year, much to your family’s pleasure. Spending time outside was something you loved to do, and knowing Tommy’s busy agenda, you made sure to make every family moment the best one.

No need to say time flew so fast, the days becoming months, becoming years.

Tommy and you was an evidence. From the day you bumped into each other in the London’s library his sister Ada used to work, you were inseparable. Thus you didn’t know each other for very long, but everything between you made this fact questionable.

You were acting as if you knew each other since children, a single look and you understood what the other thought. Not too many words were said, but not too many words were needed.

Although you weren’t Tommy’s first wife, you were “the perfect two”, making all the people you knew jealous and envious.

“My love,” you announced your presence when coming closer to the garden table as your husband was eyes closed. “I did some thinking.” You added, catching his attention.

Tommy straightened back his head and he was now facing you as you seated in front of him, glimpsing from afar of your three little boys.

“You know I don’t like your whiskey or any type of alcohol, truly.” You raised your brows, and he puffed on his cig, waiting for you to continue. “I want to make Shelby’s Gin.” You let out outright.

No need to turn around your wish, by the way he shifted position you already knew he was ready to hear anything, and you didn’t want to disturb him from his peace. You knew how he dearly appreciated those little moments in which he didn’t have to think about running a business or dealing with dirty gangsters and rude people.

“You want to do what?” He raised a brow not too sure he heard you well, but when he caught eyes of your lips curling at the corner of your mouth, he knew he had heard it well.

His family was his haven of peace and you would do anything to take off some weight off your Shelby’s shoulders. it was a regular task, a daily basis habit that you quickly took and that you’ll probably never lose.

“I already tried a mixture.” His deep voice accentuating your smile.

“It’s my turn now, you played enough with that, you need to focus on real business now. Put your mind elsewhere and let me fill my bottles.”

You couldn’t quite put your finger on what changed precisely, but you noticed a shifting in your husband’s expression along with the gleam animating his iris.

You thought it was worry.

You lost your father a few months ago due to lung disease and your mother died long ago when you were the age of your own children, and as an only child, you were now all alone without your parents.

Gracefully you had Tommy and the kids because if you hadn’t you didn’t know how you would’ve handled this loss.

As being a sensible cord, your husband didn’t bring it up, and he wasn’t the type of comforting people with words anyway, but he tried it his way, which means he bought you a ridiculous amount of new jewellery and books because he knew how much you liked to read and how you were a simp for big diamonds.

Incidentally, Tommy always found it funny how much time you spend with your nose in books while having a voracious appetite for jewellery. He would never miss an occasion to make fun of you when catching you reading as you had to wear glasses, and it was all funny and stuff till he too, had to wear glasses to read.

Now, in bed, you looked like two old people, instead, you were reading adventure and dramatic novels whereas he was stuck with political subjects.

“Okay.” He didn’t hesitate a single moment which made you smile.

“Okay?” you repeated, your smile growing as seconds passed. He straightened back, leaning over the table to you and his hands reached for yours.

You intertwined your fingers together with ease, sparkles spreading at the tips of each of it.

It was that way with every of his touches. He just had that power over you, which you were proud of as it was just love. It could never be anything else.

His deep blue eyes were anchored into your Y/C/E’s ones and you knew he was trying to bring you comfort. He knew what it felt like to lose people, and was ready to give you whatever if that meant to ease your pain.

You neared your faces and he ran his thumb over the end of your nose, down to your lips as cupping your cheek with his palm. Tommy’s head was slightly tilted to the side, his only purpose being to reach your soul with either his touch or his soul hidden behind his iris.

You leaned your head into his touch and closed your eyes for a second, enjoying that moment between the two of you as the breeze made its way to your neck under your mane.

Now, nearly five weeks later, all Birmingham was only speaking of the Shelby family as the people making “the good priced good gin” according to what you heard in the streets. From the fancy restaurant to the underground pubs, everyone in town had tasted of that oh so liked liquor.

Tommy first heard how good the gin was by his brother Arthur. He, who liked to get drunk all day long and all night long, was always keeping a bottle of it in his car or even on himself.

Then it was Ada, always offering him a drink of it whenever he would visit her.

(...)

It was 4 in the afternoon when Tommy walked through Charlie’s yard to join the Gin factory, when opening the door he was surprised to see you, seated at the old dusty desk filling paper and sipping on several cups.

Your husband frowned, “Y/N?”. He didn’t know if he should be worried or glad to see you working in such a place while drinking a lot knowing you’re not even a drinker in the first place.

You lifted your gaze to him and a huge smile instantly warmed up the atmosphere in the space, “Tommy!” You exclaimed as you got up. Being a bit dizzy you were strongly holding onto the table while getting up but you wanted to join him, and that’s when Tommy noticed your reddened cheek and little eyes.

“You’re drunk,” he stated, concerned. His expression shifted. He seemed a bit worried as he took one of your wrists to help you walk correctly.

You waved your free hand before you as to blow away his remark, “I was trying a new mixture for the Gin.” You informed him. You slid a hand into his rough one and stepped backwards, to the desk. “Here, choose one and tell me.” You proudly pointed to each of the cups. “This one on the left is spicy, the middle one a little too sweet for the Americans, this one to the right is the version that is out, and the last one is a bit strong. If the sadness hit too much.”

“The sadness?” Tommy asked while grabbing the third cup, being the gin that was already out. He was quite startled by how implicated his wife seemed to be, he didn’t actually think she would invest that much time and energy in this activity, but he was relieved she found a reason to get up every morning other than their beautiful family.

He knew how living a life without having or serving a purpose was meaningless and boring, even more, when being saddened by something you can’t control such as the death of a loved one.

The Shelby brother will sleep better now, knowing his other half found purpose somewhere, even if seeing her drunk was a sight he could never get used to…

At this moment, he felt the need to feel her skin under his touch before doing anything else, and that’s what he did, putting his hand at the end of her back, he pulled her closer, his thumb rubbing her skin over the fabric of her dress.

Tommy then drank from the cup and took his time judging the taste of it.

He opened his eyes and dropped the cup on the desk before turning to his wife, she was looking at him, impatience spreading all over her face. She seemed ready to hear Tommy’s opinion on her Gin... On their gin.

The blue-eyed man grabbed her face in his hands and pressed his forehead to Y/N’s. She closed her eyes a couple of seconds before opening them to a staring Tommy. He was fondling her cheeks with his thumbs before exhaling deeply, “I now understand why everyone’s talking about us, Shelbys, being fucking genius’, eh” He got distracted by her lips.

“This,” he pointed to the bottle standing at the corner of the table, and, once again, Tommy got distracted, he noticed words were present on the bottle down the name. “Distilled for the eradication of incurable sadness.” He read out loud.

A faint smile was found on his face before he agitated the bottle in his hand. He was proud.

He put down the bottle and directly sealed his lips to Y/N’s, the calling for love being too loud to resist.

That was exactly why it was her and no one else, she was always unpredictable and versatile. Who would have thought his bibliophile wife could be a real gem in the making of gin?

She put away, gasping for air before looking him in the eyes, “What? Did I never tell you the fact that my grandpa was making alcohol?” She teased his lips by speaking inches away from them, “I know one or two tricks. That’s why it’s selling well.” She concluded before pressing their lips together eagerly.

“This is a big bank, yea” He succeeded at saying in between two kisses.

#Thomas Shelby x Reader #Tommy Shelby #Peaky blinders #husband tommy shelby #hubby!Tommy Shelby

[dyns33]

Treat

Flufftober 2 - Loki x Reader (Continued from Trick)

The stories are a bit short, sorry. 

It wasn't quite what she had imagined when she promised Loki three days of treats, during which he could ask her whatever he wanted.

Not that she was complaining, but it really wasn't what she had prepared for.

Of course, after the Halloween party, as soon as they had been in their bedroom, they had made love. But they made love often, almost every day, and Loki hadn't asked her anything special, he had been perfect, as usual, putting her pleasure before his.

She had thought then that he was saving the best, and the worst, for the following days.

           "During these three days, we don't leave each other, even to take a shower or a bath, we take it together !" he declared as soon as she opened her eyes.

           "... I refuse to pee in front of you."

           "I don't mind. I mean, you are not supposed to say no to me, remember ? But I will grant you this and only this, for I am a great lover and a merciful God. I will stay behind the door then."

           "No."

           "I won't speak, you won't even know I'm here. And remember I've seen and heard a lot worse."

           "Please stop. So what do we do now ? I'm not allowed to leave the room or wear any clothes ? Should I call you Master ? Do you want to do those things that make me a little uncomfortable in the bed, although I admit it's not that bad ?"

           "We'll see later. For now, we're going outside !"

Since she had sworn that she couldn't refuse him anything, she quickly dressed to follow him, but she was suddenly very afraid.

She hadn't thought that Loki would want to do things outside. In the bedroom, no worries. In some isolated places, where there was never anyone, okay. But with an possible audience, where they risked being seen, she did not like it at all. Unfortunately, she had promised.

           "Can you tell me where we're going at least ?" she asked shyly, considering what she could say, do, propose instead, to make him happy anyway.

           "We're going to buy a drink, and we're going to go for a little walk in the park. Then we'll go shopping. For lunch, we'll eat in a good restaurant, and this afternoon I want to try what you call skating. Thor and I have played on some frozen lakes when we were kids, but we kept falling. Especially him. It was funny."

And they did it all of this, without Loki trying anything weird. He was only romantic, taking her hand, holding her arm, kissing her, but nothing more. Everywhere he insisted on paying for everything, and during the shopping spree, he wanted her to take plenty of new clothes, jewellery, shoes, and whatever else she liked.

She thought he was going to try something during the skating, at least a prank by knocking her on the butt, but no. They danced on the ice, laughing and having fun, before heading home, where he prepared the meal, they took a long hot bath together and they cuddled in the bed, where he only asks her to kiss him. over and over again.

The next two days were pretty much the same. Walk to museums, evening at the opera, visit an aquarium, purchase several gifts for her... And not many requests from Loki, when they were already reaching the last day.

           "... You know you can ask me what you want, right ? Anything you want ? And as I promised you, I wouldn't be angry, or sad, or..."

           "You are not having fun my dear ?" he asked sadly, as they got into the car to drive to their next destination.

           "Yes, a lot ! Seems like an endless perfect date, it's wonderful. You are wonderful. But I thought you... You would ask for other things. I don't know."

           "I'm just happy spending time with you, darling. With the missions, the others, the fatigue, we don't always get a chance to do all of that as often as I would like. Just from time to time every week, it's not enough. So being able to have you just to me for those three days, and spoil you, see your smile, shower you with presents... That's all I want."

           "Oh Loki…" she whispered, taking his hand. "We can organize days, maybe not so many days in a row, but we can ! I really want to. do that too. I'm sorry."

           "Why my love ?" he worried, kissing her hand.

           "I really thought you would ask for... I ruined the mood."

           "Not at all. It is very kind of you to think of my pleasure. But I assure you that I am overwhelmed with what we are doing right now. However, if you really want to do... more, you are still entirely mine until tomorrow. I'll think about what we can do tonight, something… special."

Even if he was more teasing and slow than usual, taking all his time to admire her, to touch her, while whispering what it would love to do to her, in the evening they made tenderly and simply love.

#flufftober #flufftober 2021 #loki #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki fanfiction

[kwonhoshi0]

𝟒𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 | valentines event

navigation | requests : open | 14th feb 2021

“It’s Valentine’s Day and your boyfriend seems to be a bit nervous, will he be sharing his first time with you? or maybe trying out some new kinks and toys? Why don’t you come join us and find out!”

pairing : denki x fem!reader

genre : smut, fluff

word count : 2.2k+

warnings : 17+, smut with a plot

themes : read -> ,praise!kink, thigh riding, use of electricity, established relationship, almost being caught, nipple play, daddy!kink overstimulation, cum play, first experience, aged up (third years), spit play?, soft dom!denki, biting

thank you so much for letting me participate in this event loves! corruption masterlist

event : @ultimate-astridwriting

it’s valentines day, unlike last year or the year before you were actually excited for today, now that you have a loving boyfriend you have something to look forward to.

you woke up besides your boyfriend in his dorm room, his head layed comfortably on your chest and his arms around your waist you giggled at how cute he looks, his hair hung over his eyes as his lips were stuck in a pout, you carefully moved his hair out of his face. ‘morning denks’ you smiled at him as he hummed in his morning voice ‘morning sunshine’ he shifted from your chest moving up and nuzzled his nose into your neck nipping and kissing at the skin making you giggle, ‘what time is ittt’ he drawled his breath hot against your neck, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table pressing the power button, ‘it’s 8:30’ you mumbled into his hair placing your phone back down, ‘imm sleepy’ giggling at his antics you pinned his arms down so you’re now on top of him and kissed his forehead before peeling away from him running into the bathroom.

you grabbed some shorts since you only slept in your underwear and one of denki’s shirts last night, slipping them on you carefully squeezed some toothpaste on your toothbrush and wet it a little under the faucet before brushing your teeth, after a couple minutes you spit the aftermath into the sink the tingly taste lingered in your mouth. where is it you thought before noticing the cleanser bottle, after a couple minutes you finished your morning routine and fixed your hair up.

slipping back into your boyfriends room you opened the curtains about to pull him out of bed you noticed he’d already gotten up, so you hopped downstairs and fixed up some coffee, ‘happy valentine’s day my baby’ denki slipped behind you his hands resting on your waist as he smothered you in kisses, you laughed as you hugged him sighing into him as comfort washed over you ‘happy valentine’s day denks’.

‘you’re both fucking disgusting’ bakugou groaned as he eyed you both from the table, you snickered as denki walked behind bakugou and ruffled his hair, ‘GET OFF ME DUNCE FACE’ he yelled making you both double over in laughter, during their bickering momo slid over to you leaning against the counter, ‘i’m going to do it’ you gaped at the girl ‘really!? you’re finally going to tell her you like her?’ you smiled jumping a little ‘shush! yes i’ll do it, but i need help’ you nod like a child at her words. ‘what do you need help with?’ you smiled sipping your coffee, ‘since we’re all going to go to the movies i need to get her alone to ask her, i have a little idea, maybe you could ask if we could go on a double date and we tell the others but you and denki go back to the dorms or something so we’re alone !, i know that if i just ask her to talk alone everyone’s going to question us’ you listened carefully smiling every couple seconds, ‘of course! momo i’m so so proud of you’ you hugged her, she returned the hug resting her chin on your shoulder ‘thank you y/n this means so much’ before you could say anything back denki came back to pester you ‘heyy hands off, she’s mine’ he said childishly making grabby hands at you, you grinned at him rolling your eyes.

after breakfast you hopped up the stairs to your room opening your closet door, what do i wear you thought brushing your hands across the line of clothes. in the end you decided on a black miniskirt and a dark green oversized jumper paired with some jewellery and boots, you did your makeup before hearing a knock on your door, opening it you smiled. ‘woah baby, you look amazing as always’ he admired, his hand traced your face until his finger reached your lips you bit him playfully as his face inched closer to yours ‘suck’, you suppressed a whimper and did as he said, your lips wrapped around his finger and he watched intently before pulling his hand away and catching your lips with his own, his lips moved in sync with yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip making you groan into his mouth, in that moment he slipped his tongue into your mouth moving against your own slowly, ‘Y/N DENKI ARE YOU READY TO GO?’ mina yelled from downstairs, sighing you both pulled away, you giggled at his flushed state ‘we’ll finish this later babe’ he whispered entwining his hand with your own.

you guys took UA’s minibus to the movies, even though it wasn’t far you all wanted to scream songs as long as you can, so after lots of yelling and singing you arrived at the cinema, you sat inbetween denki and mina, you love the aesthetic of the cinema, the dimmed lights leaving only a screen to brighten the room, you leaned over to your boyfriend nudging your nose against his cheek ‘hi baby’ he laughed at your motions taking your hand with his own kissing the back of it before moving his hand to your cheek giving you a gentle kiss, you didn’t realise your friends all watching you ‘alright we get it you’re in love’ mina pouted before slumping into your shoulder ‘i want someone to be disgustingly in love with’ the pout not leaving her lips. you moved so your head was on top of hers ‘you’ll find love bub’ to which she just sighed ‘denki can you please give me your girlfriend, i think i’m in love’ you all laughed as denki took the arm closest to him and trapped it between his own arms ‘too bad she’s mine’.

after a lot of popcorn and fizzy drinks it was time for your plan with momo, ‘hi ! jirou.. would you like to come on a double date with kaminari and y/n’ momo blurted out a little red, ‘oh.. i’d love to’ she said as warmth took over her face. ‘im so proud of you !!’ you half yelled hugging momo, ‘i was so scared she’d say no’ she sighed in your arms smiling. in the distance denki’s eyes flickered to you, a comfortable smile on his face as he watched you, the girl he’d do anything for, his eyes twinkled ‘i’m so lucky to have her’ he said quietly, ‘i remember when you had the biggest crush on her and you couldn’t even talk to her’ kirishima laughed admiring the love you share.

-‘oh- uh hi y/n’ the blonde boy stuttered out, ‘hey denks are you okay?’ you smiled at your crush, it was 8pm you and all your friends were at a beach, and since you’re in your first year you weren’t really allowed to be outside this late but no one had to know that, the sky in front of you was setting in hues of blue and pink, rippling like a puddle with the essence of magic. ‘i’m okay but you look cold’ he avoided your gaze looking at the goosebumps on your skin, you both sat around the campfire with your friends, mina and kirishima played cards as bakugou yelled at midoriya, momo and jirou talking about the ocean, sero and tsu comparing their quirks, the waves crashing on the beach. ‘i’m a little cold but i’m okay’ you smiled shifting closer to him, his breath hitched a little, instead of asking he just took a jumper from his bag and motioned you to lift your arms up which you rolled your eyes and did as he giggled, ‘thank you denki’ your eyes look like gems he thought. ‘denki?’ you were pouting he smiled at your expression leaning towards you a little ‘mm’ you giggled at him taking his hand from his lap onto yours, he looked up at you with bug eyes ‘can i-um’ he started he lost his words staring at you , you looked away smiling at his shy side and shifted closer to him your knees now touching. to see his reaction you placed your chin on his shoulder making him stare at you harder with the same bug eyes, you lifted your head a little now feeling his breath on your lips, nudging his nose with your own you kissed him, gently moving your arms around his neck and he relaxed into it placing his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, he hummed into the kiss which made you smile, feeling you smile into the kiss you both pulled away. ‘dont laugh at me’ he pouted as your friends stopped and closed their mouths which were open in shock and yelled things along the lines of ‘FINALLY’ and ‘DENKI YOU DIDNT ELECTROCUTE HER’.-

that was yours and denki’s favourite day and here you are still going strong 2 and a half years later, you both only lost your virginity earlier this year but you trusted eachother and couldn’t imagine losing it to anyone else.

‘hey denks it’s time to go back to the dorms’ you smiled tugging on his hand, ‘jirou said yes!?’ he asked as his eyes lit up with joy for his friend ‘of course she did dummy come onn’. for the next hour you were meant to be watching a mini movie but for the plan momo had come up with you were meant to be back at the dorms and jirou and momo at the ‘double date’ in the restaurant next to the cinema.

10 minutes later you arrived at the dorms and threw your bag on his gaming chair before slumping down onto your boyfriends bed sighing. he laughed moving your bag to the end of the bed and sitting into the chair, ‘baby come here’ you glanced over at him motioning to his lap ‘mmm tired’ you pout as you shuffled over and climbed into his lap, he shifted forward slightly to allow your legs to sit behind his back. ‘how long do we have until the others get back?’ he said into your neck, glancing at the time you replied ‘uhh around 40 minutes’ you felt him smirk into your neck before biting down making you suppress a whimper ‘perfect’.

‘denks what are you-’ before you could finish your sentence he reached under your jumper and cupped your breast, squeezing it slightly. you sighed as your head fell back grinding down into him, ‘feel so fucking good’ he groaned catching your lips with his own, your mouth a mess of tongue and saliva together, you both pulled away a string of your spit between you, as he pulled your jumper off he thrusted his hips up making you moan out and whine at the lack of friction, wetness pooled beneath your legs, he parted his legs a little and picked you up placing you on his thigh, ‘wanna try something new sunshine’ he whispered darkly in you ear, you nod at him making him move towards your ear biting at it ‘use your words’. whimpering you said

‘yes denki p-please’

he smirked at your words pushing your hips down into his thigh your wet panties rubbing against him, groaning he gripped your thighs ‘so fucking wet, i wanna see you get yourself off on my thigh’ he whispered his breath tickling your neck, embarrassed you started moving your hips groaning as your back arched slightly allowing space for denki to move his mouth down from your neck to your bra, he slid the straps down and sighed in pleasure at your hardened nipples taking one into his mouth and kneading the other with his fingers, his other hand pushed down on your hip as you worked against his thigh, he moaned loudly from your thighs rubbing against his cock, you felt a familiar knot in your stomach ‘d-enki i need more’ you whimpered, he moved his hand from your hip down to your clit as he moved up to your collarbone sucking dark patches across your body chuckling he sighed ‘you want my sparks again baby?’ you shuddered and moaned at his words, he rubbed messy circled on your clit a few sparks of yellow emitted below you both as you got faster on his thigh, you were shaking from the sparks but it felt so good ‘good girl, you look so fucking hot like this, your cum all over my thighs’ he groaned as his eyes rolled back a little, the knot in your stomach began to grow his fingers still working at your clit, you brought a hand down to his cock swiping over the head with your fingers the precum coating the tip, he shuddered at your touch moving his lips back to your tits, he could feel you close to your high, ‘let go baby, cum all over my legs’ you brought his hand over your mouth as you moaned out releasing over him, he did the same hearing your moan.

breaths heavy he lifted your hand up from his dick back to your lips ‘open up’ you did as he told, he shoved his fingers in your mouth and watched as you sucked them clean groaning at the sight.

‘6 minutes till they get back’ he smiled ‘do you think we have time for-’ you read his mind ‘mm no harm in trying’, he grinned lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you fell onto the bed giggling, ‘couldn’t have put it better myself sunshine.’

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #my hero smut #mha kaminari #denki smut #kaminari smut #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #denki x reader #denki x female reader #denki x y/n #bnha denki #bnha denki smut #anime #mha #my hero academia #bnha #mha imagines #denki imagines #denki scenario #denki headcanons #denki drabbles #denki hcs #denki oneshot #denki fluff #denki x fem!reader #mha imagine #denki imagine

[ghostdrew22]

Shut Up || Draco Malfoy

Requested: No Pairing: Draco Malfoy x gryffindor!fem!reader Warnings: implications of sex, alcohol and drugs, asshole!hermione and swearing

Summary: Not a lot of Y/N’s fellow Gryffindor’s approve of her relationship with the Slytherin Prince, despite the fact that he makes you immeasurably happy and his own friends accept you.

WORDS : 1788

Lyric snippets I used are from “shut up” by Ariana Grande and they’re not in chronological order.

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“My presence sweet and my aura bright,”

“Y/N, you’re so lovable and that begs the question; what are you doing with this insufferable git?” Blaise perks up with a smirk as he sits across from Draco and Y/N in the Great Hall for breakfast.

Beside him Pansy Parkinson nudges his ribs softly and gives you a bright smile, “Don’t listen to him. Draco’s okay once you get to know him.”
 “Okay?” Draco scoffs out as he chokes on a bite of his apple- making you and Pansy erupt in a fit of giggles. “8 years of friendship and that’s all I get?”

“Be grateful, I wanted to say less intolerable.”

“You love me and you know it.” He grumbles as he moves back to eating his apple- his hand resting faintly on the small of your back as you turn to look up at him.

“It’s very hard not to.” You say with a smile as you drop a kiss on his cheek- making him grin widely and turn rapidly to catch your lips against his own. Your kiss earns a grin from Blaise and a groan from Pansy- even though they’re both very happy that their friend is in love.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve the sun herself.” He whispers once your lips finally part and you smile goofily at his words.

“Stop.” You giggle out and he shakes his head before whispering that he never will, and allowing you to go back to eating.

You don’t miss the awkward stares being thrown toward you from the Gryffindor table but you ignore them- choosing instead to focus on the butterflies erupting in your stomach and the smiles of glee that your new beau’s friends are blinding you with from across the Slytherin table.

~~~

“diamonds good for my appetite.”

You and Draco are spending the Summer together at the Malfoy Manor since your parents are hardly ever around with work anyway and Narcissa practically begged you to come.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Mrs Malfoy exclaims as she hands you a small box, the size of a journal, with black wrapping and a green ribbon. You and Draco are sitting on a couch that’s on side of the Malfoy’s living room, and his parents are sat on another couch on the opposite side of the room. Narcissa and Draco are beaming and Lucius is looking rather indifferent from his spot beside his wife.

“Thank you so much…” You respond with a faltering smile as you turn beside you to catch your boyfriend’s eyes in confusion, “But my birthday was months ago.”

“We know darling but we couldn’t owl the gift to you because it’s quite valuable, and we wanted to see your face when you opened it.”

“You really didn’t have to get me anyt-“

“Nonsense Y/N, we wanted to.”

“That’s really kind, thank you so much.” You smile shyly up at them and Narcissa laughs lightly.

“Now open it! We’re itching to see your reaction.”

You do as the Malfoy matriarch says and unwrap the gift, finding a black, velvet jewellery case beneath the wrapping. A gasp escapes your lips when you open the case and find a diamond necklace encased inside.

“This is too mu-“ You start but Narcissa is already laughing and shaking her head.

“Don’t even try to talk us out of giving it to you.”

“Are you sure?” You ask as your eyes scan over the glistening jewels that surround the silver chain.

“Draco, put it on her.”  Lucius suddenly interjects- shocking you all.

Draco does as his father tells him to and hooks the necklace around your neck before softly dropping the diamonds just below your collarbone. Lucius gets up from the couch, grabs a nearby small mirror, and walks toward you and Draco.

“Aren’t you sure?” He asks as he puts the mirror in front of you and allows you to see it on yourself.

Another gasp escapes your lips as you trail your fingers around the shining material, the light from one of the windows hitting it just right. “I am.” You finally breathe out with a smile, “Thank you so much, it’s exquisite.”

“Oh darling it was no trouble, I wasn’t going to wear it.” Narcissa says as she also stands up and comes to meet her husband in front of you- intertwining their fingers together- “Besides, it’s only right you start dressing like a Malfoy now.” She winks at you before pulling her husband out of the room and leaving you to be with Draco alone.

You try to resist the urge to smile like an idiot at her comment about you becoming a Malfoy.

“That’s coming out of my inheritance so I hope you like it.” Draco says with a smirk as he eyes you.

“Dra-“

“But it’s okay if you don’t, we can pick something else out if you like.” He smiles softly at you and you feel your entire insides melt at his words- the diamonds are exquisite, you can’t lie, but they mean way less than Draco’s determination to satisfy you to your heart’s content.

You smile back at him in awe, “I love it, it’s perfect.”

“Are you sure?” He raises his eyebrows.

You bring your lips up to his and cup his cheek softly before parting away from him with a smile, “Does that answer your question?”

~~~

“I vibrate high and my circle lit.”

Slytherins are nothing like Gryffindors when it comes to partying, they’re a completely different league. Draco was initially scared to bring you along to one of his house exclusive parties because he was worried that you wouldn’t enjoy them, or you wouldn’t like him afterwards, but Pansy was having none of it and insisted that you come along with the three of them and get, as she worded it, absolutely wrecked.

And absolutely wrecked do you get.

At first you’re a bit hesitant- still processing the shock of finding 7th years snorting white lines off Salazar’s ancient desk- but Draco eases you into it and ensures you that you don’t need to try anything that  you don’t want to. So you start slow, taking your time with a glass of firewhiskey while the boy beside you tries his best to outdrink Blaise and keep his attention on you- he’s definitely not beating Blaise though, not when all he can think about is dragging you off into a corner and-

“Hey Y/N, have you ever gotten high?” Pansy interrupts his train of thought and you nod your head at her question.

Usually you just get drunk at parties but if Neville’s around he usually doesn’t mind sharing a joint with you. “Yes, a few times.”

“Want to smoke now?” She raises her eyebrows at you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to love- don’t feel pressured.” Draco says in your ear and you smile, turning your face to give him a quick kiss.

“I’m not drunk anyway so let’s do it.”

Soon enough you are as high as a bloody kite, hopping up and down to some muggle song they’re blasting on the speakers, one hand in the air and another tightly gripping the arm that Draco has wrapped around your waist from behind, trying to sing along with Pansy. The vibes in the Slytherin common room are nothing like you’d expected them to be. You’d anticipated unnecessarily expensive alcohol, boring music, snooty glances being thrown your way and absolutely no dancing but it’s nothing like that, instead there’s people bouncing off the walls, cheap alcohol everywhere, incredible muggle music surrounding you and everyone has been immensely inviting toward you the whole night- to the point where they’ve invited you to come back.

The Slytherins are nothing like Gryffindors when it comes to partying, and although a few of them are a bit too hardcore for you to keep up with, Draco and his friends are the perfect people to party with. When they all let their guards down, have a few drinks and hear the right song playing they have the most excitement you’d ever seen in your life. Partying with them is an incredible sensation- they’re exciting and fun and friendly, and they honestly make you feel breathless.

Draco in particular is letting loose a side of him that you’ve never seen before- laughing it up with everyone that approaches you, excitedly dragging you around the room to see all the different aspects of a Slytherin party and dancing, he hasn’t stopped dancing with you all night.

“You give off good vibrations!” Pansy yells over the music and Blaise nods in agreement.

“I didn’t think anyone would ever be able to keep up with the three of us but Draco picked you well.” Blaise adds and you playfully scoff.

“If anything, I picked him.”

“And how lucky was I at that?” He laughs and looks down at you to kiss you.

“Very lucky.” You mumble with a goofy smile once he pulls away and as soon as your eyes lock you both know- it’s time to go. You barely have time to say goodbye to Blaise and Pansy before he’s dragging you up to his prefect dorm and slamming the door shut behind you both.

~~~

“How you been spending your time? How you be using your tongue? You be so worried ‘bout mine, can’t even get yourself none.”

“So maybe you should shut up.”

“Y/N, I’ll never understand why you’re going out with this foul, loathsome gi-“

“Hermione, when was the last time you had a good shag?” You interrupt the Gryffindor- having had enough of her rude insults barricading your boyfriend. Beside you Draco chokes on the bottle of water he was drinking and widens his eyes at you.

“What?” Hermione asks, clearly flustered, as her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

“A good shag. When was the last time you were fucked senseless?” You ask again and inch close enough for your lips to be right by her ear, “Because I can tell you when last I was… Last night, prefect dorm, two hours of heavenly bliss.”

“Y/N!” She exclaims as she pulls away from you in shock and embarrassment, “That’s wildly inappropriate.”

“Indeed, it is.” You offer a smile, “So I suggest you stop talking so much shit with that tongue of yours before I tell you what Draco likes to do to me with his.”

Hermione nods- still in shock- and quickly turns to leave. You turn to face your boyfriend- who has the biggest smile of admiration on his face- with a smirk and he chuckles once Hermione is out of earshot. “Bloody hell, I don’t deserve you.”

“Not at all.” You smirk and pull a few feet away from him so that you can slowly open the first two buttons of your blouse in the empty hallway, “But maybe you can try to.”


“My room, now.”

<~>

i hate that little scene with lucius but i literally can’t write it out because i can’t unthink the idea- that probably sounds ridiculous.

Anyway, this is just a small, cute, IMPULSIVE idea I got one day after listening to ‘shut up’ by Ariana Grande. Some soft fluff for the Gryffindors.

anyway, love you all

jean <3

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[nokkusu]

Sukuna X Fem!Reader - I killed them all

Type : One Shot

TW/CW : smut, blood, murder, submissive!reader, blood play, monster kink, suggested torture, degradation kink, slight mention of abuse, orgasm denial, dacryphilia if you squint

You’re sent to the King of Curses as an insult. You’re determined to make this act of rebellion backfire. 

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Sukuna was resting on his side, one of his four hands holding his head, another grabbing a glass of wine. He looked properly annoyed and nobody around knew why exactly. His piercing gaze didn’t miss a single movement around him, looking like a snake ready to strike and kill instantly.

« Your highness » said a man, visibly uncomfortable.

« What ? » Sukuna spat.

« Where... where are the girls? »

The King of Curses groaned and threw his glass away carelessly. The object shattered on the floor, leaving nothing but sparkling shards and a puddle of deep red.

« Dead »

Silence. Absolute silence.

He snorted and got up, readjusting his white kimono lazily.

« I killed them all. They were all so incredibly annoying, the only interesting thing they could do was die. Find me someone else. I’m bored, and you will not like seeing me bored. »

The man left the room in a hurry, looking desperate. That expression filled the king with contempt as he laid down again, impatient to meet his next victim.

A few hours later, the servant came back.

« Your highness, she’s here » he said.

Sukuna looked at him, terrifying red eyes scrutinising the silhouette hidden under rich silk robes and jewellery.

« Leave » he ordered.

The servant turned away in a hurry, slightly bowing down as he walked out of the room. The heavy wooden doors slammed against each other, and silence took back its rightful place.

The curse took a step forward, hunter lurking over his new prey. He felt it, the cursed energy oozing out of you... It was rough and uncontrolled. Sukuna laughed realising they sent him this little wonder of a woman hoping that it would scare him.

You, on the other hand, didn’t laugh. You knew what was coming and you couldn’t wait. You never understood why all these girls were terrified of the King of Curses. Actually, you hated them for that. He was all you ever wanted to be : feared, powerful, respected. You knew nobody would send you to him because of your abilities if something didn’t happen, but you were determined to change this act of rebellion into their biggest mistake. They sent you to him in hope that he’d murder you too, because you were a shame to the rest of the villagers. But you knew you had potential to make the King of Curses yours. You felt his fingers grab your chin to force your gaze into meeting his. You didn’t resist, too happy to look at him. He was as gorgeous as you expected him to be.

“Now...” he hissed.

You didn’t say a word, waiting for his next sentence.

“Why the fuck did they send you, hm?”

“They thought you’d regret killing all the other bitches if they sent you a cursed toy” you replied, completely honest.

Sukuna’s face went limp for half a second, not expecting you to be so... Shameless. A wide grin split his mouth open on his sharp fangs, twisting his blood red eyes.

« My, my... What a filthy mouth you have. »

He pressed his fingers harder around your chin, sharp black nails digging into your skin.

« I suppose you’re not so scared to be here, aren’t you? »

« Not at all, my King » you replied.

Sukuna sighed, his expression turning immediately into one of pure sadism.

« Well, it’s about to fucking change. »

*

Your wrists were sore from being restrained so tightly, but you didn’t complain. Completely naked, covered in sweat, cum and blood, you’ve never felt happier. Sukuna tied you up against a wall and fucked you for hours before leaving you there, alone, while he was taking a hot bath. You waited for him patiently, forcing your brain to replay the last hours in front of your eyes, calling back the feeling of his cock inside you, summoning his lips against your skin... You were already wet again. Sukuna probably wanted to test your will and ability to resist him, but you showed nothing but perfect obedience and he loved it. You opened your eyes when you heard him come back inside, and discovered with great pleasure that he was still naked and dripping wet.

« This bathtub is too big and too empty. I have to take my new fucktoy in, don’t you think ? »

You smiled shyly, bursting with joy.

« Yes, Master » you whispered when he was close enough to hear you.

He opened the metallic bracelets around your wrists and you felt yourself fall to the floor on all four. One of his hands grabbed your long hair to wrap it around his fist while another smacked your ass.

« Lead the way, slut »

You crawled, rolling your hips slowly, fully aware of his gaze on your bruised ass cheeks. Your knees against the cold marble floor was the only sound in the room until you reached the bath. The tub itself was a gigantic pool made into the ground and surrounded with candles, filled with hot scented water. You could smell cinnamon, and something more... Familiar. Blood. You turned your head to the side and saw them all. Fifteen bodies, slaughtered and laying in a pool of red sticky liquid, already turning brown from the coagulation. Fascinated by the view, you stopped crawling.

« You like that? » the curse asked, resting a feet on your ass.

« A lot, Master. »

His grin only got wider and filled with pride for his new plaything.

« Good girl » he said, releasing your hair.

«  Get in, and wash me. »

You obeyed, way too happy to get another opportunity to touch your King. As you got in the water, you saw the dry blood around the cuts on your hips and arms dissolve, turning the water light pink near you like an aura. Apart from his calloused palms, Sukuna’s skin was soft and warm to the touch, smooth and velvety. You gently rubbed a cloth on his arms and across his chest, your other hand following it closely to caress him, scratching dried chunks of your own blood off of him from time to time.

« I thought you’d pass out, to be honest » he finally said.

You smiled gently, shrugging.

« I’ve seen worse. And as I told you, my King... I like it rough. »

« Good, then. I’m not done with you. »

« I hope so... »

He arched an eyebrow, staring intensely at you.

« Why do you like me so much, your bratty bitch? » he asked, slapping your hands away from him.

You laid back in the water and started washing yourself, thinking about your answer for a moment. »

« Hm... Because you have power. Everyone is afraid of you, and you know how to get what you want. You’re passionate. »

« Not passionate, cruel » he corrected.

« All the same to me. You’re passionate for power and destruction. I wish I could get it all so easily. »

Sukuna’s hand hit you across the face, harshly. Your eyes filled with tears from the pain, but strangely... you understood his gesture.

« You’re too powerful to pity yourself like that. I don’t want a pathetic toy, like all of those corpses » he spat as he pointed them with a finger.

« I want a powerful toy. Someone who will make sure everyone does whatever the fuck I want, and will kill anyone trying to get away. You have that power, I can feel it. You’re literally covered in it. You can get it all. Obey me, and I’ll show you how. »

Your skin felt heavy. For the first time, you understood where that feeling came from. You were glowing blue, a thick coat of cursed energy pulsing in your veins, wrapping you tightly into a blanket of raw power.

« That’s it, sweet girl » he praised. « That’s how you do it. »

Sukuna’s lips crashed onto yours, sending electricity between your legs.

« I’ll show you power » he groaned against your mouth, biting your lip until the rusty taste of blood covered your tongue.

« I’ll show you fear »

Two of his hands lifted you to the border of the pool while the two others cupped your breasts, and the coldness of the marble made you shiver exquisitely. When his thumbs rubbed the hardened buds, a soft moan escaped your bruised lips. The curse shoved his face between your legs, his tongue sliding relentlessly against your wetness until you were just a screaming mess, begging for release.

« Are you going to cum for me? » he asked teasingly, looking up at your twisted face.

« Yes, yes please ! »

« What if I don’t want you to, hm? Will you hold as long as I want you to? »

« I’ll do anything for you, any-... Anything! »

You felt a clawed finger make its way into you, rubbing against your walls until it found that sweet, sweet spot. Sukuna couldn’t stop looking at your face as you tried your best to keep your orgasm to crush you entirely, appreciating your obedience and his name on your lips.

« Fuck me, please! » you repeated again and again, begging for more of him, as much as you could take.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks but you didn’t care. You just wanted to satisfy your king, the only man who ever saw your value.

« Beg again, whore » he grinned, another hand grabbing your throat so tight you almost passed out.

« Oh-please, p-please » you whimpered, shaking uncontrollably.

The cursed let a claw slide between your breasts, opening a thin cut that bled instantly.

« You look so fucking pretty covered in blood... Wait. »

His hands left your body, and all of a sudden you were cold. Nothing more than cold and wet. Sukuna got out of the bath and rang a bell in the other room, yelling at you to stay where you were. After a minute, he came back with the servant who came to your house to bring you to the temple.

« Is he the one who got the stupid idea to send you to me as revenge? »

You nodded.

« No !! No it wasn’t... Please your Highness I didn’t mean to offend you with her, she’s just a whore we found somewh- »

Sukuna hit the man so hard his jaw cracked and went limp. A muffled scream escaped from his injured mouth, quickly silenced by the king’s hand around his throat.

« I’m the only one allowed to call her a whore. She’s mine now and everyone will know it soon enough. You will die for her if I command so. »

He dragged the servant next to you, and asked you to lay down on the floor. You did, waiting patiently. Suddenly, the wet sound of flesh followed by an uncontrolled flow of blood resonated in the bathroom, and you felt it all crash onto your naked body. As you looked up, you saw your King ripping out the servant’s heart with a joyful smile, admiring your body covered in blood.

« So fucking pretty... » he whispered.

He threw the body next to the others and bent over, handing you the bloody muscle.

« Have you ever touched a heart? »

You shook no as you grabbed it with both hands. It was hot, and slippery. The flesh had a lot of different textures that truly fascinated you. Your thumbs pushed against the flesh, turning it to look at the veins, following their trail absentmindedly. The king rubbed your cheek lightly, smearing red all over it.

« I’ll fuck you covered in blood » Sukuna said. « The only right way to do it, don’t you think? »

He smashed the heart on the floor and forced himself between your legs. Your thighs found a perfect angle to wrap around him, just like your arms around his neck, hands grabbing his hair tightly as he pushed his cock inside you. You winced but took it all without hesitation, waiting for the pleasure to come through. And it did, faster than you expected. The curse’s thrusts were harsh and fast, fucking you deeply, burying his length as far as possible inside your creaming pussy, making you feel every vein, every inch of him. The sounds coming out of your mouth were so obscene you almost felt shame for half a second but remembered that being fucked by the King of Curses himself was nothing to be ashamed of. Instead, you locked eyes with him, not missing a single piece of his pleasure and he kept fucking you stupid, making you lose control over and over again, until your throat was sore from screaming so much.

« Cum around my cock, whore. Now » he panted.

Finally, you thought. It wasn’t hard to be submerged by your orgasm, with a cock inside you and your king expectantly waiting. It came in waves, making you shake and squirm, your slick mixing with the blood. Two of Sukuna’s hands cupped your face as his thrusts became less organised and finally... you felt his cock pulsing, releasing his seed deep inside, coating you in it as his shaft brushed against your cervix. A victorious scream climbed up his throat and out of his mouth until he fully unloaded, before crashing his lips against yours again, his tongue asking for more. The kiss left you panting, breathless. It was everything you ever wanted. Power, fear, and respect. Sukuna was right... You can get it all.

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End note : ...okay I’ll admit it I have a bit of a blood kink. Idk I feel like Sukuna has one too? I can totally imagine him fucking anyone in the middle of a pool of blood honestly. Totally makes sense. He’s kind of out of character but I mean... I don’t really care. I hope you enjoyed reading this 👀🖤

Edit 2 : YALL THANKS FOR THE AMOUT OF LOVE JFC

i also apologise for the typos, I think it’s all good now, but since English isn’t my first language any constructive criticism is welcome, I’m really trying to improve my writing 🙇🏻

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[leossmoonn]

Temptation

masterlist

pairing - silas x forbes,fem!reader

type - fluffy smut, angst

note / request - “can i request a silas fic where the reader is Caroline's lil sis and Silas likes to annoy her, and he likes her a lot. Then Care and Damon are always into protective sibling modes where silas is around y/n. So one day they catch y/n making out w him, and then theres a lot of banter again” this was really fun to write! im not gonna rewrite background info lol so make sure to read the request. also the timeline of events is a little fuzzy so i apologise if i make a mistake. enjoy :)

summary - damon and caroline find you making out with the enemy, who just happens to be silas 

warnings / includes - language, sibling fighting, steamy make out, sexual tension heheh, you’re in your senior year of high school, suggestive

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*gif isn't mine*

“Hello, doll face,” Silas greeted behind you.

You jumped at his voice, but quickly settled down. “Hey, Silas,” you said dully.

“Why the long face, princess?” Silas asked. 

“Because you’re here,” you said. “Oh, that’s so mean. You’ve hurt my feelings,” Silas pouted. 

“Well, I’m not supposed to be talking to you anyways,” you stated matter-of-factly. 

“Ugh, you are such a goody two shoes. It’s cute, but annoying. Why not break the rules? I know you want to,” Silas said, leaning over the top of the couch, his face going right next to your’s.

You inhaled deeply, your heart pounding against your chest. You were attracted to him, no doubt about that, but if you even considered shaking his hand, Caroline and Damon would kill you. And you definitely didn’t want that.

“I can read your mind, Y/n. I know you want to kiss me, so go ahead,” he whispered. 

You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes wandered to the left. You got a good view of his lips, which made butterflies flutter in your stomach. It was so tempting to close the gap between you two, but you knew better than that. You turned your head the other way, standing up from the couch. You packed up your school work, deciding to leave the Salvatore house and go to your own. 

You were at the Salvatore house because Damon had offered to help you with your history homework. You took the offer and you two had been studying for a few hours. He had left you for 30 minutes to go and get you two lunch. In those 30 minutes, Silas had wandered into the house, looking for you. 

You pulled out your phone, texting Damon to go to your house instead of back to his. 

“Where are ya going?” Silas asked. 

“Home,” you mumbled, keeping your head down and walking to the front door. 

Silas stood in front of the door, making you look up at him with an annoyed frown. 

“Please let me go,” you said. 

“No, I’d rather see you beg,” Silas smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Please. Damon is waiting for me at my house with food.”

“Oh! Well, why don’t I just go with you, then? I’d love to see Damon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you chuckled. “Why not? I can just pretend to be his brother! I’ve fooled lots of people already,” Silas smiled. 

“I think Damon will notice. Especially if I’m there,” you said.  “I’ll just sneak in then,” Silas suggested. 

“No, Silas! I just want to go home alone. Leave me alone,” you said sternly, looking him straight in the eyes. You went to push him out of the way, but his hands grabbed ahold of your wrists. His strong grip made goosebumps rush up your forearms.

Silas couldn’t help but smirk. You rarely ever had outbursts. He thought it was incredibly sexy and cute when you put your foot down. Especially when it pertained to him. 

“You are so adorable when you’re mad. You're so small, too. I can’t help but not take you seriously,” Silas chuckled. 

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You masked your embarrassment by groaning and running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Just let me go! Please. I’m hungry and tired and really need to study for my test.”

“What is your test over, anyways? History? Cause if so, I could help you out. I bet I know more than Damon,” Silas said. 

“No thanks, bro, she’s all taken care of,” Damon said from behind Silas. 

“You tattled that I was here! So naughty of you,” Silas glared at you playfully. 

“Step out of the way, Silas. Otherwise I will snap your neck,” Damon sneered. 

Silas sighed. “Fine! I’m only obeying because I want to kiss you before I die.”

“Fat chance of that. C’mon, Y/n. I got you a burger and those onion rings you like,” Damon said.

“Thanks, Damon,” you smiled gratefully at him. 

“See you later, doll face!” Silas called out as you walked to your car. 

“I’m sorry about him. I should make you the owner of the house,” Damon said. 

You shrugged, “It’s alright. He would never actually hurt me.”

“Well, we don’t know that,” Damon said. 

“Yes, we do. Sure, he might threaten to kill me sometimes, but his liking for me trumps any chance of him killing me. I don’t fear him, he’s just extremely annoying,” you said, getting in your car.

“Agreed,” Damon said. 

You two drove to your house, eating lunch and studying for a few more hours. Caroline and Elena then came home, talking to you and Damon about a party at the Grill. 

“Can I come?” You asked. 

“Um, yeah, sure,” Caroline nodded. 

You smiled excitedly. You barley went to any of these parties. You usually were at home studying or hiding away in your house because Caroline and Damon were always worried for you, but Caroline figured that since she and Damon and everyone else would be there, they would be able to protect you. 

So you took a quick shower and got ready for the night. You put on ripped jeans and a black, spaghetti-strapped top with a jean jacket. You put on heeled boots and put on some silver jewellery, as well as lined your eyes with eyeliner and painted your lips red with lipstick.

“Oh, you look so cute!” Elena exclaimed as you walked out of your room. 

“Thanks, Elena,” you smiled at her. 

“No, go change,” Caroline said. “Why?” You frowned. 

“Because Silas could be there and that outfit would tempt him even more,” Damon explained. 

You rolled your eyes. “So when Klaus was here, Caroline could wear anything, but I guess since I’m younger and a human, I can’t? That’s so unfair.”

“She’s right, guys. I hate Silas as much as you two, but let her dress how she wants. We’ll be there to protect her. Plus, if Silas thinks she’s hot, then good for her. She is,” Elena agreed with you. 

You smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiled. 

“Ugh, fine! But no drinking, okay?” Caroline said. 

“Ay, ay captain,” you said. You four went out to Elena’s SUV, driving to the Grill. 

Loud music blasted into your ears as soon as you stepped inside. You smiled as you saw everything dancing and having the time of their life. 

“Shots?” Caroline suggested. 

“Hell yeah!” Elena squealed. 

“Iced tea for you, Y/n?” Caroline asked. “Yes, please,” you nodded. 

“Alright, you guys go to the pool table. I’ll be back,” Caroline said. 

“Where is Stefan?” You asked, looking around the bar and walking to the pool table that was conveniently empty. 

“Right here!” 

You turned around, smiling once you saw Stefan in a grey shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. You went to hug him, but Damon stopped you. 

“Ah, ah, ah. How do we know it isn’t Silas?” Damon asked. 

Stefan rolled his eyes. He pulled out a blood bag from his pocket, taking it and drinking it quickly. 

“Alright, alright, we know it’s you. Cool it on the blood, brother. Don’t want to go into a bloodlust,” Damon said, taking the empty bag and throwing it in the trash. 

“Well, I don’t really know how else to prove I’m not Silas,” Stefan sighed. “Can I get that hug now?”

You smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. 

Between everyone else, Damon and Stefan were your best friends. They were like the brothers you’ve never had, protecting you and teasing you whenever they felt like it was necessary. You hadn’t seen Stefan in a while since he was found in the safe, but you were glad to see he was okay. 

“Glad to see you’re okay, Stef,” you said, pulling back. 

“And I’m glad to see you haven’t fallen victim to my doppelgänger,” Stefan smiled. 

Caroline came back with shots, pleasantly surprised to see Stefan. 

“Stefan! You’re here! Oh, my God the whole gang is here!” She squealed, putting down the shots and engulfing Stefan is a big hug. 

“I’m excited to be here, too. This is the first time I’ve really gone out for fun. I hope nothing goes wrong,” Stefan joked. 

“Well, if any of you spot Silas, make sure to not let him get close to Y/n. We don’t know what he could do to her,” Caroline said.

You rolled your eyes at her concern, but didn’t say anything. You knew it would end up with you two arguing and that was the last thing anything wanted. Forbes were very controlling and heated when they got angry.

You took your tea and sipped on it as Damon downed the first shot. 

“Wait, are we playing in teams?” You asked. 

“Yeah, which one do you wanna be one? Damon and I’s?” Stefan asked. 

“Definitely yours,” you said. “Oh, what! You know I win all the time,” Damon said. 

“Yeah, but when you lose you get so mad. It’s hilarious,” you giggled.

“True, it is cute,” Elena smirked. 

Damon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You two are so annoying.”

You smiled and played with your friends for a little while. It came to a time where everyone was too tipsy to where they could barely walk, so you were in charge of getting the drinks. Damon and Caroline, despite being pretty much drunk, stayed close behind you. 

“Hey, Matt,” you smiled at the boy working behind the bar. “Hey, Y/n! Let me guess, more shots and another iced tea?” He asked. 

“You guessed right,” you chuckled. 

“So, how is school?” He asked. 

“Pretty good. History is kicking my ass, per usual. It’s weird because I’m surrounded by history buffs,” you said. 

“Well, I know you have Damon helping you, but Stefan is a lot better at tutoring, in my opinion. I know he’s been having a rough time, though,” Matt said. 

“He has, which is why I should be your tutor,” Silas smirked next to you. 

You jumped slightly, surprised to see him there. You looked at him, seeing him wearing a dark navy shirt and jeans. Your eyes stared at his biceps and his strong, broad shoulders. Once you noticed him smirking at you, you looked back to the drinks Matt was filling. 

“Now I get the silent treatment? C’mon, not fair,” Silas whined.

“You shouldn’t be here, man,” Matt said. 

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about, it huh?” Silas taunted, looking at Matt with narrow, menacing eyes. 

Matt rolled his eyes, putting the tequila shots and your drink on a tray and handing them to you. 

“Thanks, Matt,” you smiled.

You took the tray, ready to turn around and walk away from Silas. He put his arm up, planning to grab your arm to stop you, but Caroline and Damon used their vamp speed to push him back. 

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Caroline sneered. Veins were circulating under her eyes and she bared her fangs. 

Silas smirked, not at all fazed. “Oh, please, I could kill both of you so fast, you couldn’t have chance to say bye to Y/n. Now, let me go, Damon.”

Damon’s grip on Silas’s arms tightened. “Not a chance. We’re going outside and I’m gonna make sure you are far away from here.”

Damon then took Silas to the exit, Silas looking back at you and giving you a wink. Caroline groaned in disgust and took the tray away from you. 

“You okay?” She asked. 

“I’m fine, Care! He wasn’t going to hurt me,” you glared at her. 

“You don’t know that! Why are you defending him? Doesn't he annoy you?” Caroline asked. 

“Yeah, he does,” you said, your voice trailing off at the end, alluding to something else.

Caroline stared at you intensely, gasping once she put the pieces together. “You… You like him? Ugh, why! He’s a monster.”

“I don’t like him! God, why is that always your first assumption?” You asked.

“Because you obviously are having physical reactions to him. We all see the way you look down in shyness when he flirts with you, and we can hear your heart racing. We just hoped you wouldn’t give in,” Caroline sighed. 

“I’m not! I don’t like him in any way, okay? Just because I defend someone doesn’t mean I automatically like them!”

“That’s what you always say! You need to get rid of those feelings, Y/n. He’s not a good person.”

You closed your eyes in frustration, sighing roughly. “I’m going to the bathroom to cool down. When I come out, you better not say anything else about me liking Silas.”

You spun on your heels, storming off to the bathroom. You washed your hands, putting them to your forehead to cool yourself down. 

“Feelings for Silas, please,” you scoffed to yourself. 

“She’s right. I know it, you know it. Everyone does.”

You looked in the mirror, jumping once you saw Silas behind you. You turned around quickly. 

“H-How did you get in here?” You asked.

“I knocked Damon out,” he shrugged. 

“What?! Is he okay?” You asked. “Yes, he’s fine. I know that you would hate me if I killed one of your friends,” he said.

You sighed, “I have to go. They’re waiting for me.” You went to the door, but Silas once again blocked the entrance. 

“You gotta be quicker, Y/n. Someday you might find yourself in real trouble,” Silas smiled down at you. 

“You are real trouble,” you retorted.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true. If I was then you’d be screaming for your life. But you’re just standing there, looking so incredibly kissable,” Silas said, shamelessly looking at your lips. 

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and you looked down to hide your face. “No, I just don’t want to make a scene,” you mumbled. 

Silas put his hand on your chin, making your eyes meet his. “While that is true, you also having feelings for me.”

You stepped away from him, his hand falling to his side. “I don’t. You’re evil and cheated on your girlfriend. No girl wants to be with a guy like that.”

“Elena practically cheated on Stefan emotionally, you’re still friends with her,” Silas stated. 

You furrowed your brows, not sure what to say back. He was correct, but you knew that wasn’t the point. You needed to get out of there otherwise Caroline and Damon would freak out. 

Silas walked towards you slowly, like you were his prey that he was stalking. You turned around, not wanting to look at him. Silas grinned, seeing as his plan would work out even better now that you were facing the mirrors. 

He put his hand on your bare arm, dragging his fingertips up your skin. 

“I’m so glad you took off the leather jacket. Your outfit looks so much better without it,” he murmured. 

You immediately froze. Your eyes were glued to the two of you in the mirror. You watched as his hand went up to your shoulders, pressing down lightly on your muscles. 

“Shouldn’t you be running, Y/n?” Silas asked, moving. your hair out of the way so he could get a better view of your neck. 

You knew you should, but his touch felt so good. It weirdly calmed your nerves down, but also made you flustered as hell. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay in this bathroom and let him take you. Silas smiled at your thoughts, lowering his lips down to your shoulder. 

“I can totally take you right here if you want,” he whispered, his lips making contact with your skin. 

You inhaled sharply, finding yourself stumbling back into his chest. His other arm went around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Your skin is so soft, doll face,” he said while kissing up your neck. 

You watched him in the mirror, your stomach doing flips. Your legs felt weak and heat gathered in between your thighs. You had honestly wanted to kiss him this whole time. You decided a few more minutes in the bathroom couldn’t hurt. 

So you turned around, crashing your lips onto his. Silas smiled as you kissed him, his hands trailing down to your legs. He lifted you up with ease, taking you to the sink and placing you on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands running themselves through his hair. 

“Silas,” you breathed out as you felt his hands on your thighs, going higher and higher. 

“You like that, princess?” He hummed, his fingers going higher until they reached your clothed entrance. He pulled away, grinning and looking you in the eyes. 

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, pulling his face close to yours roughly.

Your lips collided again, your heart and brain exploding. Kissing him felt like heaven.

Silas mirrored your neediness and put his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You pressed your chest up to him more, your hands going down from his head to the bottom of his shirt. You lifted it up, Silas pulling away so you could pull it off of him. You sat back and admired his abs and muscles, excitement growing in between your thighs. 

You dove down to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly. Your hands explored his chest, tracing along his prominate abs. Silas breathed heavily into your ear, groaning as you found his sweet spot. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he panted. 

You smirked against his skin. Before you could put your hands on his belt, the bathroom door burst open. You saw Caroline and Damon standing, eyes huge and mouths agape. 

“What the hell!” Caroline shrieked. 

Your eyes widened and you pushed Silas away from you, getting off the counter. 

“Really, Y/n? You pick him to make out with in the bathroom?” Damon groaned. 

“It is just happened,” you shrugged sheepishly. 

“Yeah, she’s a really good kisser,” Silas smirked. “I never would have expected it since she’s shy and all, but man, she is wil-”

“You shut the hell up. And you,” Caroline pointed to you. “Are going home. now.”

“He wasn’t hurting me, Care,” you said. 

Caroline looked at you two incredulously. “You’re making her say this! You pressured her, didn’t you!” She pointed to Silas. 

“He’s not! I was the one who kissed him first,” you admitted. “Yeah, but I helped a little,” Silas smirked. 

Caroline made her vampire face and lunged at Silas, to which Damon pulled her back. 

“Alright, blondie, why don’t you take Y/n home and I’ll deal with Silas, okay?” Damon said. 

Caroline huffed and nodded, grabbing you by the arm roughly. 

“We’ll continue another time, doll face!” Silas exclaimed. 

“No, you will not,” Damon glared.

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could you maybe write cuddles with mor? there’s a serious lack in writing for her and i just read your exam work you wrote <3 (i loved it)

pairing: Mor x reader (acotar)

warnings: literally just fluff

a/n: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH LOVLIES!!!! if any of you are queer in any shape or form you are valid and i love you, mor would too <33

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“You’ve had her all day,” you whined, tugging on Mor’s arm as she smiled at you lovingly.

“That’s because she was my friend before she was your girlfriend,” Cassian replied in the same whiny voice, trying to tug Mor in his direction, “And we have actual work to do.”

“Do I look like I care?” you pulled a face at him, glaring from under your brows.

“You should,” he replied, flicking your nose.

“I will not hesitate to stab you bitch,” you gave a firmer tug as Mor wriggled her way free of Cassian, moving to pull you along as you stuck your tongue out at Cassian. He pulled another face at you, sticking up his middle finger as you were pulled away, laughing at him as you go.

You squeezed her hand as you fell into step beside her, your pace slowing as you walked home.

The walk was quiet, Mor tired after a long day and you simply content to walk silently by her side. The only sounds you could hear was the birds chirping and the distant chatter of people spending their evening in bars and on balconies. You could smell a barbeque in the distance and the setting sun cast goosebumps down your bare arms.

Summer was always your favourite season, the heat allowing you to spend all day outside, lying about or going on walks. You had even dragged Mor swimming earlier in the week, much to her protests. Although she contrasted you quite nicely in that sense, her favourite season being winter.

She was in love with the smell of spices and fires burning as the months grew colder, having more time spent inside with her family and of course she could never say no to the love of her life all bundled up in an oversized jumper and holding a hot drink while curled in front of the fire.

However now as she walked beside you and watched you breathe in the air, your sun-kissed skin glowing in the evening light. You look over when you feel her gaze on you, her eyes dark when you catch them and you giggle, leading her up to the front door of your apartment.

“What is it?” you ask, and she smiles at you in the way that fills your stomach with butterflies and heart with an abundance of joy.

“You look so pretty in this lighting,” she said softly, the sun casting you in tones of gold. Your skin was sparkling the gold jewellery you dressed in made you appear ethereal. All this paired with a white sundress and thick, leather sandals made her surer that she was in face dating an old god, one who had awoken from their long slumber to greet her.

She silently thanked whatever forces had brought you into her life when you laughed quietly, looking down in embarrassment at her words, before looking up from under darked eyelashes and smudged eyeshadow and reached to kiss her gently.

“Well you look pretty in every lighting, so I think I won on that front,” you joked when you pulled away and she rolled her eyes, pulling you into her arms before unlocking and pushing open the door.

Once inside you moved through to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of gin and two large glasses as she walked through. She smiled when you shook the glasses and went to grab the lemonade you had made earlier that week, using lemons from the tree that grew on your balcony. You made your drinks with her hugging you from behind, her chin tucked into the crook of your neck as she watched you carefully pour out measurements.

“Did you eat tonight?” you asked, turning in her arms, and passing her drink over.

She nodded, sipping, and humming appreciatively, “Did you?”

You nodded as well, nudging her nose with your own before steeping away and leading her to the table you had set up on your balcony. She sat down in a seat as you leant on the railing with one hand, using the other to remove your shoes, scrunching your nose up as she laughed at your struggle.

“Don’t be mean,” you joked, standing and moving to walk to your chair when she grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto her lap. You laughed at the change as she wound her arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your neck as you listened to the soft, jazzy music that was playing in the bar a few blocks over and watched the sun set over the horizon.

You mindlessly spoke about your days as you sipped at your drinks. You had turned in her lap at some point so now as you sat under the starry sky, your only source of light coming from the moon and the tall candles you had lit. You turned to look at her when you noticed she had been quiet for a while and found her watching you sleepily, her eyes flickering with the reflections of the flames dancing in them.

“Lets go to bed,” you whispered when you noticed the tired way she was moving. She didn’t reply, instead just taking the hand you offered her and shuffling through to your shared bedroom with you in tow. You both changed into your underwear, the air too hot for much more, and you moved to crack open the windows in your room.

When you turned back Mor had gone into the ensuite and you moved to follow her, the two of you getting ready for bed quietly as you went about your separate routines. When you finished she had already gone back through and you found her sitting up in bed with her arms outstretched to you, a sleepy but genuine smile resting on her beautiful face.

You crawled into bed next to her, lying with your head tucked between her breasts as she stroked a hand over your head. You were surrounded by her smell, the scent intoxicating and addicting and you let out a content sigh as she moved her hand from your hair to pull the cotton sheet over your bodies.

The cool fabric was a stark contrast to her warm body, yet you found yourself pushing closer into her, tangling your legs with hers and raising your arms so your hands could grab hers, interlinking your fingers. Mor kissed your head gently, her slowing breaths and heartbeat creating a melody that was lulling you to sleep slowly.

Your long day had left your body tired. Your arms were heavy and your eyes falling shut automatically, however now that you were actually laying down to get some much needed rest your brain wouldn’t quiet down. There was a random song playing in your head and while you were extremely comfortable in your lovers’ arms, you couldn’t get to sleep. It didn’t help that even with the open windows the room was suffocatingly hot, and Mor’s hot skin being pressed against you was only adding to that.

After about an hour of no sleep you rolled out of Mor’s embrace, standing and wandering to get yourself a glass of water, drinking it on your balcony as the cool air washed over your sweaty skin. You lifted your hair and sighed as the breeze moved over your neck, cooling you down considerably.

“Why did you leave?” you turned to see your girlfriend wrapped in the white sheet standing behind you. You smiled as she pouted at you adorably, her hair mused on top of her head, although she still looked as stunning as always.

“It’s too hot in there, sorry baby,” you apologised and she scrunched up her face before holding up a finger and turning, plodding back into you apartment as you watched her with a soft smile upon your face.

She returned holding about thirty pillows and deposited them at your feet. “We can just sleep outside then, because I am not giving up on cuddling.”

You laughed as she spoke, drawing her into you by her waist, “I’m glad we both have our priorities straight.”

“Nothing about us is straight,” she muttered and you laughed before pulling away to arrange the pillows she had brought out. When you had made an appropriate pillow fort Mor clapped her hands together, crawling under the blanket that had been drawn over the top to shelter you from the light in the morning.

You crawled in next to her and she grinned at you with childlike joy. “Big or little spoon?” she asked and you looked up as you pondered it.

“Little,” she smiled at you before moving to lie half on her back and half on her side, stretching out an arm for you. You lay next to her, her arms wrapping around your waist as your own hands came to clasp her hand, pulling it up to your heart.

She pressed her face in between your shoulder blades, kissing the skin in between them as you both burrowed down to sleep.

“I love you the most,” you whispered as you realised that she had just changed her entire sleep plan to better fit you. You felt her smile against your bare skin as her arm tightened around you.

“I love you more that that,” she replied and your laughed, squeezing her hand, making her yelp slightly.

“Well I love you more that that,” this time she jabbed you beneath the ribs, knowing how ticklish you are there, smiling as you cried out, wriggling away from her as she laughed.

She relented her tickling hands to pull you back, wanting you as close as physically possible. You allowed her to pull you close again and she sighed into your skin as she breathed you in.

“Goodnight, my love.” She whispered the words into your skin, hoping that saying them directly into you would seal them in. Make them permanent.

Little did she now that her love for you was already permanent, and that yours for her was equally as permanent. You knew what she was thinking when she spoke but half asleep you simply replied, “Goodnight darling, I love you.” Finally drifting to some much needed sleep as the breeze cooled your joined skin.

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