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fanfickittycat · 4 years

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First Glance

TITLE: First Glance

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: fanfickittycat

FANDOM: Haikyuu!!

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

GENRE: Romance/Fluff

FIC SUMMARY: Ushijima doesn't know why the girl tasked with covering the team for the school paper won't leave his mind

RATING: G

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I’m putting this below the cut but you can also read it on AO3 here

“Is she back already?” Ushijima didn’t flinch when Tendo joined his side, only nodding stoically in response. He was observing the girl with such rapt attention, that Tendo was genuinely surprised; usually, Ushijima only had eyes for volleyball. Girls seemed to be out of the question. Even when the topic of girls was brought up in the locker room, he never paused to pass comment. In fact, he didn’t look like he was even listening to the conversation, instead methodically doing up the buttons on his shirt or neatly folding his kit.

“I hear she’s from the journalism club” he said, watching his friend’s face carefully for any changes in his features. The day had been so boring, and finally something interesting was happening. “Hmmm”. Nothing. “I guess she must want to cover the team going to the finals.” “Hmmm.” Nothing again. “Maybe she’ll want to interview us?” Ushijima cleared his throat “hmmm.” Ah, bingo. “You should talk to her” he nudged Ushijima in the side “you’re the captain after all.” Ushijima finally broke his gaze, looking down at the water bottle in his hands “I’m not good at talking.” Tendo opened his mouth to say something encouraging; to bolster his friend who always seemed to be confident in all his abilities on the court, but the squabble between Semi and Shirabu stopped him.

“Hey” Ohira said “don’t fight in front of the press, it makes us look bad.” The two setters continued to scowl at one another but stopped bickering. “It’s no way to act in front of a girl” Tendo added, slapping a hand on his teammates backs “especially a cute girl.” His eyes trailed over to look at Wakatoshi who’s impassive face was betrayed by the way his hands mindlessly fiddled with the blue bottle in his hands. “I guess she’s cute” Semi agreed “if you like that kind of girl.” “What kind of girl is that?” Ushijima asked, making his teammates look up at him in shock. “W-well you know…” Semi struggled to come up with the words to describe her “she’s clumsy, did you see the way she almost tripped coming in here?” “Yeah, but she got up again with that super determined face” Shirabu interjected “like she was so nervous she was overcompensating.” “She seems energetic” Ohira said “and tenacious.” “Those are good traits” Wakatoshi said offhandedly. “They are” Tendo agreed, egging him on “and she has pretty, long hair. I usually like short hair on girls but even I have to admit that it’s very becoming on her. Right, Miracle Boy?” Ushijima looked up at her again, observing the waves of thick, dark hair that flowed past her shoulders. She tucked a strand behind her ear as she continued to speak to Coach Washijo and note down the things he said in her notebook. “Yes” he agreed “it is.”

Ushijima continued to think about the mystery girl as he got changed. Who was she? Tendo had said she was here on behalf of the school paper, but usually whenever they were written about, it was a sandy haired boy who came by. Why had he never seen her before? He idly put his jacket on, pondering what the feeling in his chest was. A sort of warmth and tenderness. He hoped he wasn’t getting ill.

“Before you all go” Coach Washijo said, stopping the boys from leaving the gym “remember we have practise on Saturday, and I expect you all to be there bright and early at 6am. No excuses. Also, we’ll have a member of the journalism club with us this week so watch your mouths.” He looked pointedly at Semi, who’s cheeks flushed red, much to the enjoyment of Shirabu who nudged him. Ushijima wanted to ask what her name was, but they were dismissed in the next instance and it seemed pointless.

The girl stayed on Ushijima’s mind. That evening he had several hazy dreams all involving her. In one, he just remembered her looking at him and smiling so brightly that he managed to miss a relatively easy receive. In another, she was interviewing him, and he was struggling to answer coherently. He didn’t remember the last one very well, but in it she was holding his hands. He woke up with her phantom touch still on him. He turned his head to squint at his alarm clock. It was almost five am, way too early for him to consider rising. He closed his eyes again, but sleep didn’t find him. He took his phone off charge and looked for Tendo’s number to text. He had insisted that he get a phone, but he didn’t use it much.

U: Tendo, are you awake? I have a query. 4:58am

He didn’t expect to get a response and instead went to take a cold shower to focus his mind. The cold water was a welcome distraction, and he felt his body leave the dreamy warm state it was in. Today he had practise until noon, but nothing especially pressing to do afterwards. Perhaps he’d take a jog before dinner. He knew he should probably make time to review some tapes from their last practise game too. Despite him concentrating on his own schedule, his mind once again wandered to her. What would she do today?

He left the shower, padding back to his room with a towel around his shoulders. His phone buzzed.

T: What query could you possibly have at 5am??? 5:08am T: Lay it on me, Miracle Boy 5:09am

He picked up his phone, struggling to come up with a coherent sentence.

U: The girl has remained in my mind. I think I must be getting ill, should I tell coach today? 5:12am T: Sounds like love sickness to me ;) 5:12am U: I’m not familiar with that illness 5:1am T: -_- It’s a good thing you found volleyball 5:14am U: I don’t understand 5:14am T: We’ll talk about it later 5:15am U: Ok 5:15am

“She’s here” Ushijima blinked at the girl, standing before them. She looked sleepy, clutching a thermos as she greeted the volleyball team members. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail, which Ushijima didn’t like nearly as much as her hair being out. Still, there was something admittedly quite cute about seeing her like this; dreamy eyed, red cheeked, and cosy in her fluffy jumper. She shouldn’t be out here in the cold, watching the boys do laps, she should be tucked up in bed with her hair being petted gently. The thought made Ushijima flush. He resolved to himself that he was going to concentrate on practise and not on this girl, whose name he still didn’t know.

“So, lover boy” Tendo teased, as he shrugged off his track jacket alongside his friend “you like her?” The boys had entered the gym now to do some routine stretches before doing drills, and Tendo had taken the opportunity to speak up. “I don’t know her.” “But you think she’s cute?” Ushijma paused and swallowed “yes, I suppose so.” “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.” Tendo winked at him and Ushijima frowned. Surely, he had his back? In their current formation he tended to be behind the Guess Monster. He shook his head free of the thought and went to join the others.

“Take a twenty-minute break and then we’ll do three on three!” “Yes, coach!” The lapse in practise was a welcome one, and Ushijima wiped the sweat off his brow with his towel, grateful for the moment to breathe. “This is your chance” Tendo sang, jutting his chin out at the girl who was speaking to Semi. “It’s rude to interrupt” he said, feeling a sinking feeling in his chest as she laughed at something Semi said. What was this? He felt something brew in his chest that made his teeth clench in annoyance at his teammate. He gripped the water bottle, turning away to drink. “Don’t be angry” Tendo chided “I’ve found out her name…”

*** You stood, trying to follow the game but it was difficult to really grasp what was happening. The ball was shot back and forth with such ferocity that you worried it would hit you. How embarrassing you cringed, picturing yourself getting smacked in the face with the volleyball. You took a step back for safe measure, trying to remember what Haruki had told you.

“The piece is about emotion as much as it’s about sport.” “What kind of feelings can hitting a ball possibly inspire?” You said skeptically. Haruki smiled apologetically “I’m sorry you have to take over for me” “You didn’t ask for a family death” you said, feeling sorry “I’ll do my best.” “You’re a talented writer. Just put your own spin on it, like you always do. I promise this is the last time you’ll have to write a sports piece.”

You had to admit, that despite the dread and the unmistakable sinking feeling in your gut from being out of your depth, you were also in awe of the players. The way they were able to make split second decisions that ensured the ball’s return to the other side of the court; the constant movement… It was actually impressive.

The red-haired boy – you still didn’t know them by name – had an almost eerie gift for knowing what the opposing side was going to do. You scribbled it down, annoyed when you dropped your biro.

“Look out!” Your head tilted up to see your worst fear coming true. The ball was flying towards you and you felt like you had frozen, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. You braced yourself for impact, lowering your head again but the hit never came. You heard a scuffle near you, and you opened your eyes to see the tall one with the olive hair hit the ball away. He met your stunned eyes with his formidable ones. You’d heard of this one. Ushijima the captain of the team. Haruki had assured you that despite his daunting exterior and intimidating manner, he was nobody to legitimately fear. Unless you were on the other team that is…

He looked away first, running back to the court to be alongside his teammates without a glance back. You felt winded. Whatever had just happened felt so intense that it was strange to believe that it was only a couple of seconds long. The sound of a whistle blowing, and the shouts of the demon coach did nothing to snap you out of it.

“Are you alright?” you looked up again to see the captain looking down at you. “Um, yes” you felt your hands go clammy “thank you.” He nodded at you and a silence followed. “Is it always so…” you looked for the right word “dangerous?” The corner of his lip twitched upwards “sometimes.” “Why do you play it then?” He hesitated, looking wistful “I’m good at it and I like it.” It was a terribly blunt answer, but it made you smile. “You’re funny” you said which made him cock his head to the side. “I’ve never been described as humorous before.” “It’s a special kind of humour” you said, rewarded with a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “How is your article progressing?” He asked, clearing his throat. “I think I found my angle on it” you looked up at him “but I need to do more research. I don’t really know too much about volleyball.” “You can ask me. I know about volleyball.” You felt flustered “are you doing anything after practise? Maybe you could help me clarify all the technical stuff?” He nodded “I’m free.” “Cool.” “Yes… cool” he nodded at you, excusing himself to run back. You felt your heart race as you watched him go back to the court. For the first time since you’d been assigned the piece, you felt excited about volleyball.

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xcziel · 3 years

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get to know me

tagged by @vishcount (thank you!!) and i'll follow her format bc making two posts seems a little much - i'm not that interesting!!

(hilariously, this post shows up as blocked for me bc of the tag 'joker' which? tumblr?????)

Part I

name: i'm an internet old, so i never use my real name online, mainly because it's spelled in a very unique way (thanks mom & dad) - i mean like, if you googled it you could find my home address in a few seconds kind of unique - but also, though i do enjoy the spelling, i actually don't like it very much when it's said out loud? (is it weird that my name written down is 'me', but my name aloud has never felt like 'me'?) always wanted a nickname but never acquired one :/

at any rate, i've had the username xcziel forever and i go by that 😊 (pronounced ex-SEE-zee-el, similar to etc. or ex-SET-er-ah! thanks @xia-xueyi for pointing out that it can be confusing to guess!)

rest behind a cut because it got long!

pronouns: she/her

star sign: i don't ... really *do* astrology? but technically saggitarius

height: 5'4" (162.5cm for the intl folks)

time: 5:43pm but these thing take me forever to type out so ... ???

birthday: playing the 'internet old' card again .. but it floats around american Thanksgiving depending on the year

nationality: american

fave bands/groups/solo artists: lumping these together because i just .. don't really do music much anymore. if you had asked me this back in my 20s i'm sure i would have had all kinds of opinions and things to share, but these days i actually mostly prefer to listen music from when i was a kid. part of it is also that as an old, i prefer to buy my music, even digitally, and i don't really use spotify - which does so much to enable diverse music exploration i admit! but i mostly have earplugs in all the time and music does not work for me as background noise, so...

so i guess my answer would be 70s disco and classic rock and 80s new wave artists? i've never liked any artist's entire discography and prefer greatest hits-type compilations, but i guess duran duran and def leppard and depeche mode would be considered formative? i love new order but specifically late 80s new order, NOT joy division. the only concert t-shirt i've ever worn was the cult? i loved sonic temple but i can't listen to most of it anymore though i still adore love removal machine. i think maybe if you get old enough, for some of us there's TOO MUCH good music and we can't pare it down anymore

song stuck in your head: jamiroquai's canned heat

last movie you watched: re: the above, i re-watched center stage, the 2000 one with zoe saldana and the mandy moore soundtrack, bc it's a happy comfort movie and i just got a digital version

last show you binged: i can't really "binge" very often bc after a couple of hours i need a break, so i guess i'd say the tgcf donghua on netflix since it was short enough to get through all in one go

when you created your blog: in 2012 i stopped lurking so i could post about the avengers movie

the last thing you googled: 5'4" in cm? lol before that it was chinese wrapped street food

other blogs: everything is here! i discovered i compartmentalize about as well as i tag reliably (😓) but i do have several automated ao3feed-tag style sideblogs. and i did, very briefly, have a *winces* hockey sideblog too

why i chose my url: ooh i know i've done this before, sorry if it's repetitive, basically it was the username i picked back when my family first got aol: short, unique combo of letters - 14-year-old me really thought about it! and then it wouldn't let me use anything other than my name. thirty-some-odd years later, trying to come up with a livejournal username that wasn't already taken and getting fed up, i plugged it in and went: good enough!

how many people are you following: like 760-something last i checked? although many, many, many of them are deactivated

how many followers do you have: idk i don't like looking at that stuff, but way fewer than i am following

average hours of sleep: it varies too much day by day, my sleep schedule is too wonky, i have no idea what the average would be

lucky numbers: 7? cliché i know, and again not really buying into it, but somewhere in my hindbrain i like it that my first, middle, and last names all have seven letters

instruments: none. i like singing

what i'm currently wearing: giant black t-shirt and baggy black drawstring shorts, standard sitting around the house gear

dream job: don't have one. if i did it would give me something to be working towards *sigh* this is how you end up in retail for decades, kids! but also, to quote a random post i saw in true tumblr fashion "i simply do not dream of labor"

dream trip: covered this one before but: back to the uk and some railway daytrips, or a really fancy northern cruise, atlantic/pacific either one

fave food: uhhh, don't really have a favorite but i'm almost always in the mood for pizza

top three fictional universe you'd like to live in: none really, if i had to still be me..maybe some kind of actually utopian future? but the pandemic has confirmed for me that i do NOT like living in interesting times, so most fictional story universes are RIGHT out. my favorites to read about like discworld or diana wynne jones' worlds would be way to chaotic for my comfort. possibly diane duane's young wizards universe would be safe enough to be okay?

Part II

last song: watching center stage made me think of my dance playlist so sunrise by simply red

last movielast stream: i don't watch streams or youtube often, so it was the same as you, vish! liu chang's birthday stream was SO enjoyable i screenrecorded the entire thing just so i could play it back (and maybe gif sometime if i ever get the drive to actually do it)

currently reading: well i just finished the translated quan qiu gao kao or global university entrance exam novel, which was sparked purely from catching a single rec post here on tumblr and basically just *falling* into this 166 chapter epic that is *amazing* and not coming up for air until i got to the end, which is typical novel-reading behavior for me (yes i was the kid who read through lunch period and got hassled by people who kept pestering me with "what're you reading" questions and yes i realize probably a lot of you on tumblr were too) plus, the new murderbot novel is out tomorrow!!!!! so that'll be where i end up next!

currently watching: the entire dmbj verse (that i can get my hands on) but ... sporadically and stopping at random different parts because the thing is ... this type of show is not really the kind i enjoy so much? so since it's more for "research" and learning character arcs (and let's be honest: shots of liu sang), etc. it's easy to get distracted by other stuff. i'm also watching the sleuth of the ming dynasty, mr queen, bromance, the expanse, re-watching farscape and stargate sg-1, just finished the falcon and the winter soldier, and then anytime something new and short gets introduced it jumps the queue. there are just. so. many. things. to. watch! (now i have to look into anti-fraud league too!? you all are cruel ...)

what is antipoetry to you: i ... don't really think much about poetry? i know what i prefer is usually the more basic rhymed kind like lewis carroll, emily dickinson, poe, coleridge, etc. so i suppose i don't have much use for classifying non-rhyming verse? i can appreciate stuff like rupi kaur which i guess would qualify? or that william carlos williams plums poem? but it doesn't really stick with me the way lyric-like verse does

currently craving: i never know what exactly this is meant to be in reference to ... hmmm, i would love a new high-concept, high production-quality movie like say, pacific rim, to be released, just for that massive, excited energy that comes with something new that hasn't already got tons of disappointing or conflicting history behind it - that would be so fun!!

other than that, right now, i mostly kinda want some fried fish? but that will have to wait until i go to get my second vaccine shot on wednesday since it's on the way there. i'd also like my internal body parts to settle down and fly right but it's been more than a month and they don't seem inclined :(((( maybe once i'm fully vaxxed i'll think about consulting somebody about it

tagging @foxofninetales @xia-xueyi @momosandlemonsoda @memorydragon @thewindsofsong @elvencantation @mylastbraincql @hesayshesgotboyfriend @aurawolfgirl2000 @smaragdine-galaxy and anyone who wants to! but never feel obligated and if you don't get around to it for like half a year that's totally fine, i am still interested!!!

#xcedit #is my only like 'me' tag #tag game #long post #i wanna do one of these with more unusual questions but not like those themed ones ...#tell me if the cut doesn't work i'm still not used to having them on mobile!

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yetremains · 4 years

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“...”

“Well damn, alright.” Yang downed the rest of her tea quickly, before gasping for a breath as she shoved her cup away.

“Lightning round, lets go!”

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

“It was in my young teen years, 15 I think. I’d been dating that individual for a couple weeks before they abruptly decided to kiss me then and there. We’d been dancing around the subject for a while. It wasn’t spicy or romantic, merely spur of the moment. Was sweet though. The year after that we had broke up and remained friends for a while until we lost contact.”

french vanilla: how old are you?

“You shouldn’t ask someone their age when they been through shit. Too god damn old is the best answer if you must know. I’m older than 28, trust me. Don’t let looks fool you. But hey, I’m getting even older come December 25th!”

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

“Do places long gone count? Can I say Home? Nah probably not. So three places let’s see... Japan, China, Romania. The actual places not whatever anything makes them out to be.”

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

“I know a damn lot of languages actually. Sometimes it’s hard to think of the right words to say because of this, knowing so many. It’s one reason I’m so odd with my way of speaking. However, I would not mind learning some dead languages. If that doesn’t count, then... Persian?”

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

“Ah hell. I mean, I’m not much of a cosmetic expert here. I work with whatever I really need for a music show or for just every day. I could say L’Oreal because I’m worth it joke but that seems in bad taste. If I was using cosmetics just for the enjoyment or to look special, I just try and get whatever works for me.”

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

“Answered this one~!”

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

“Plenty. I’ve decided to learn a few different ones so I can mix together my own music needs of demands arise for it. But I really enjoy stringed instruments or wind instruments. I carry a small harmonica or Ryūteki in my packs.”

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

“Not easy to give an answer for, I’ve got a really broad taste. But I’m thinking something with a heavier beat at the moment-”

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

“Oh come on this makes it harder. As I said, broad taste. I can find enjoyment in many kinds of music and lyrics. Can’t exactly answer a favorite song for life here.”

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?

“Which zodiac are we talking here? There are a lot out there. But the first one into my head is Capricorn. I am on the 25th of December.”

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

“As nice as the ocean can be, fuck the ocean. I’ll enjoy the coast line just fine but you won’t catch me swimming that far out in it. There is damn good reason why I don’t like the ocean much anymore. I’ll relax in a pool or a lake or river, thank you.”

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

“Good question. I’ve made a few social media posts that exploded. But that’s probably not fair considering the music I do. I think my most popular is from years ago when I spray painted a statue of a certain someone to look like a baboon.”

bubblegum: books or movies?

“Both! Why choose? I enjoy both quite a bit. and besides, Books can always be there no matter what. And can hold so much valuable information depending what you are reading.”

pistachio: manga or anime?

“... Both again? But I prefer novels. This is more a guilty pleasure.”

salted caramel: favorite movies?

“I can’t remember the last movie I watched, if I’m honest, let alone a favorite movie.”

birthday cake: favorite books?

“Hmmm. Hard one. I enjoy the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe? There is Shōgun. The Mark of Zorro, Sherlock Holmes, Bram Stoker Dracula... There’s several.”

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

“Not exactly applicable, I don’t remember the name of any I like when I was young.”

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

“The same as above. Wow I am old... I should really get in touch with these things again.”

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

“Hah, I loved science and history. A damn lot really. I’ve used both to really help my self along and it’s come in handy. My need for knowledge had me spend a lot of time researching.”

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

“I’ve not had any pets since I was a rookie. Never had the time to truly care for one, and now with a hectic life, I’m not gonna do that to an animal.”

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

“Suppose just to exist and have something to do between pit stops.”

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

“It is torn between two for me. A nice warm day, clear, maybe with a gentle breeze. Some clouds above, and calm. That’s the ideal outing day... But, I suppose due to my birthday, I can enjoy a soft snow coming down,some snow on the ground, watching through a window with tea in hand while bundled up and warm. Much prefer clear day though.”

black cherry: four words that describe you?

“Now that’s just not fair. Let me think... Loyal, Determined, Caring, Protective.”

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

“Being reminded of my failings and those I’ve lost... the people I’ve hurt... Thinking about friends I wish I was closer too but too fearful to be that close. Hm. I can also be stressed out by far too much stimulation for my brain at once that it can spin my gears way too quickly.”

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

“Again, broad tastes. But depending on my mood or feelings, it changes what my favorite kind of music can be. But I will always enjoy something gentle and calming.”

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

“I’ve always been partial to chocolates, or cream items.”

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

“Ever hear of a game called Egyptian Rat Race? Also known as Egyptian Rat Screw, dunno why of course. I learned this game when I was a kid. 52 card deck, deal to each player until the deck is entirely used and everyone has a pile face down. Starting to the left of the dealer players pull the top card off their pile and place it face-up in the middle. If the card played is a number card, the next player puts down a card, too. This continues around the table until somebody puts down a face card or an Ace. When a face card or an ace is played, the next person in the sequence must play another face card or an ace in order for play to continue.If the next person in the sequence does not play a face card or an ace within their allotted chance, the person who played the last face card or an ace wins the round and the whole pile goes to them. The winner begins the next round of play.“

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

“Uh... Admittedly not often. With my metabolism problem I absolutely should, considering the demanding needs. I just can’t always bring my self to do so, the will for it isn’t there. I do snack though.”

dark chocolate: turn ons?

“Ooohh boy... Now this one has me turning a bit red here. I mean there is biting and tight holds, the usual stuff. But... I’m not gonna list a lot here, a turn on can be blindfolding me if I trust my partner enough.”

fudge: turn offs?

“Being an asshole, for one.”

peach: how do you relax?

“A nice cup of tea, maybe some soft music, and let my mind unwind a little. That’s if I’m alone. Otherwise a gentle conversation with a friend about small things... Once upon a time long ago I would have said long hugs or cuddling. Not an option these days.”

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

“I’ve not read The Golden Compass, that has been on my to do list.”

superman: do you like sweaters?

“Weird how this one is with sweaters... but yeah I can enjoy sweaters in the right weather. They can be soft and warm, comfy. Great for cold days.”

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

“I drink both actually. But if I have the option for a good tea I’m going to take it without hesitation. Yet the spark of energy from Coffee can’t be denied.”

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

“Without a doubt, Taisho-goto. Have you seen one of those? It’s so intricate and amazing, and can sound wonderful. It can be used to play all sorts of things. Fascinates me that the item was half inspired by a typewriter.”

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

“Oh a few times actually. It’s been a good long while now since I’ve gone that far, but it’s come close. But once upon a time this has happened!”

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

“To Become A Functioning Website.”

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

“Now that’s just kissing and telling...” (( I’d also have to tag and dont wanna spam. ))

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

“Oddly specific, but... Variations of ‘One time she punched me in the face. It was awesome.’. “

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

“Uh, natural and colorless? I’ve not painted my nails in a while.”

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

“I have yes.”

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

“Again, yes. We’re not gonna go into this can of worms.”

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

“Sometimes. There comes the occasion when one does get exhausted and needs a damn nap.”

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

“Get way too flustered and accidentally admit I liked someone.”

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

“Completely! You say we’re going to get Sushi and you have my full attention.”

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

“Home unfortunately.”

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

“Nope! I’m thankful for that, but one day I have no doubt that’s going to change.”

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

“Mochi green tea, chocolate chip mint, red bean, Strawberry shortcake... Gelato raspberry or orange cream.”

#About Yang #Headcanon #(( THERE I DID IT. ALL THE ICE CREAMS ))#(( this was exhausting on the hands and brain i died. ))#(( but also did my best ))

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diyunho · 5 years

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The Joker X Reader - “What Death Tastes Like” Part 2

Scarecrow’s daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn’t discriminate against her age; the young woman didn’t show worrisome symptoms until it was too late. Y/N always had a fascination for the much older King of Gotham and despite the consequences, maybe it’s finally time to do something about it.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“That was very nice,” you whisper in The Joker’s ear. “I know you’re not sleeping,” you sigh and force yourself to get out of his bed after watching TV together for almost 3 hours. “I’m going, OK?” you whisper, not sure why he’s ignoring you. But you have a clue: he probably just wanted to avoid a huge fight with Emma or your father finding out about his cruel words regarding your illness. “Fine, whatever…” you admonish and exit the premises, upset he’s behaving like that since he offered truce a few hours ago. The King of Gotham is actually completely out, even if you believe otherwise.

It was awesome having him carry you in his arms and not protest when you kissed him; you have to admit you were disappointed he didn’t initiate anything once you ended up in his bed; you really thought he would. J let you snuggle to him and you hoped for more to happen, yet his lack of interest made you realize it was stupid to try and hint you wanted him. What is a 40-ish old man supposed to do with a 22 years old woman that playfully keeps flirting with him? In this case, obviously just enjoy a couple of movies which proved he doesn’t take into consideration your dumb crush.

The more you analyze this night, the more you’re inclined to vote for the exact opposite of what you did: you should have kept your mouth shut and refrain sharing intimate matters with him.

I guess sometimes genius truly skips a generation …

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3 Weeks Later

You didn’t come to the mansion in the last 3 weeks: when J woke up the next morning after your visit, you were gone. Emma informed him you waited for her to catch up and then went home; he wondered if you left because of what happened or if there was no reason for it at all. One thing’s for certain though: The Joker got the slight impression you evade him, especially since two days ago you dropped Emma off then raced out of the property in a hurry when you noticed he was coming out of the house. The skid marks on the pavement were a pretty clear sign you didn’t want to linger at the place you normally enjoyed hanging out at.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t mean you can escape The Clown Prince of Crime forever.

“OK,” Emma gives you a soft nudge in the restaurant owned by her parent. “You gotta help me out,” she pleads to a skeptical Y/N. “I insisted we have lunch here for a good reason: my dad brought his wacko-on-and-off-girlfriend and I can’t stand her; I need backup. Please flirt with him and say that stuff you usually say!” she giggles. “You have my blessing to go crazy, I swear you won’t hear a peep out of me! It will be hilarious to see her reaction!” she pushes you and it’s too late to escape the unwanted rendezvous you had no clue about until now.

You are already at the table and didn’t have a moment to take in your best friend’s proposal: you wish you had a warning about this plan of hers but Emma impulsiveness and surprise element runs in the family.

Maybe she thought you would love such a funny challenge…

Yeah… not really...

You know Mara anyway and bumping into her alongside J is not enjoyable to say the least, mainly due to the odd atmosphere you hope his daughter won’t notice.

“Hi daddy,” Emma pulls her chair and you take a seat by her muttering a faint hello.

“Hey kid!... … Miss Crane,” he sneers and you intensely stare at the menu in front of you without blinking.

“I didn’t see you in forever,” Mara addresses you and you indifferently glare at her. “I must say you look terrific: you are glowing! What’s your secret?” she snickers and you duly inform:

“I’m dying. I’m sure you remember I have terminal cancer; my dad makes my meds and they do help somewhat, thus the glow.”

“As long as you’re not contagious,” the woman underlines and Emma gasps at her affirmation.

You smirk and reach over to touch her forearm, softly digging your nails in her skin.

“I am and now that I touched you, you’ll die too!”

You get up from the table while hearing The Joker saying something but your ears are ringing so you can’t discern a word.

“How can you say stuff like this?!” Emma reprimands and you calmly take a small ampule from your pocket, open it and pour some dust in the palm of your hand.

“I was just expressing a concern,” Mara gesticulates and you bend over, blowing the fine ashes in her face.

“What the fuck?!” she quickly brushes the ticklish powder off her cheeks, worried at your action. “What is this?!”

“Nightmare,” you scoff. “One of my father’s top products. I recently assisted him make it stronger and there’s no antidote. Don’t worry though, it won’t kill you and it will wear off in a few hours. Plus, it’s not contagious. Enjoy!” you leave the gathering and Emma follows, enraged things didn’t go as planned yet she can’t blame Y/N.

Since the restaurant is closed to the public due to his owner’s presence, there’s not a soul around besides J that can hear Mara’s terrified screams once the wicked hallucinogen kicks in: it’s called Nightmare for a good reason!

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6:02PM

“Knock, knock,” The Joker enters Scarecrow’s lab, already in a foul mood.

“Not a step further!” his movement gets halted. “Sterilize yourself if you want in: I’m making more capsules for Y/N,” Crane points at the numerous ingredients on the counter.

“Your lab is huge, if I stay right here…” J tries to convince Jonathan although he’s aware he has zero chances: it never succeeds but his stubbornness prompts him to fight the request each time.

“No!” your father firmly rejects the proposal. “Sterilize yourself and come help me!”

“Where’s your daughter?” The King of Gotham starts washing his hands in the sink by the glass sliding doors.

“She went to stay at the cabin. I got lectured,” your dad huffs, scolding in the next second: “You’re not done! More!” he commands and J reprises the cleaning process required by his very obliging host.

“Ugh,” he mumbles and continues. “Why did you get lectured?”

“Apparently, I buried myself in this place and she hates it. I also got threatened that if I don’t stop trying to find a remedy for her incurable disease, she’ll quit taking the current medications. I received orders to call Evelyn and beg for reconciliation also,” Scarecrow briefs a gratified King of Gotham:

“I guess we both have someone in our lives we can’t neglect,” The Joker dries his hands, puts on latex gloves and snatches an immaculate lab coat from the hanger nearby.

“What am I to do?...” Crane whispers. “Let my daughter die without trying to save her?...” then immediately snaps out of it. “Hair net!!!!” he shouts at The Joker, annoyed he’s trying to skip it.

“For God’s sake,” J complaints … still does as required. “What’s in for me in exchange for my services?”

“What do you want?”

“Two vials of your new, improved Nightmare formula. I witnessed it at work today and let me tell you, that stuff’s amazing!”

“How did you witnessed it at work?! It’s not released on the black market yet,” Jonathan carefully measures the quantities for your medicine.

“Oh, funny you should mention,” the evident sarcasm makes your father pay attention. “Y/N used it on Mara earlier today and she totally lost her mind! I had to lock her up in the pantry at the restaurant with three of my men guarding the door! She went bonkers!!!”

“Sorry,” Scarecrow’s flat tone irritates J. “I guess either you or Mara did something Y/N didn’t like. Welcome to my daughter’s shit list,” he cordially emphasizes.

“You shouldn’t talk to me like this,” The Joker fixes his green locks under the hair net. “One of these days I might become your son-in-law, you know Y/N showers me with her undivided affection.”

“Over my dead body!” Jonathan shrieks and The Clown Prince of Crime seems delighted.

“Hmmm… I can arrange that.”

“Just shut up and help me, would you? What am I paying you for?! Y/N needs more capsules; she’s almost out. Can you tell Emma to take this to her? I’m gonna let her chill, she’s still mad at me.”

“Wimp, you’re afraid to confront her,” J rolls his eyes and Scarecrow is not the one to be intimidated by his guest’s nonsense:

“Says the man that freaked out and searched the town for hours thinking his daughter run away when in fact she was asleep behind the rose bushes in the backyard at their mansion.”

“I didn’t freak out!” The Joker sulks at the unwelcomed reminder.

“Of course you didn’t,” Jonathan serenely replies. “Now fill out the capsules with the amount I already weighted and don’t mess up! I’ll verify your performance.”

“Give it a rest!” J growls. “Emma left for New York; she’ll be there for a couple of days. I’ll take this to Y/N.”

“Don’t think so,” he gets cut off. “I’ll send one of my couriers.”

“I’ll do it for free.”

“Why?”

“I have a score to settle,” J confesses to Scarecrow’s dismay.

“If you hassle my daughter, I’ll create a plague designed only for your genes and I’ll exterminate you from this planet!”

“Imagine this is not the first time I’m threatened with a pathogen manufactured to ensure my demise,” The Joker hints even if he doesn’t have to.

“She is my daughter,” Crane explains, entirely understanding the reference. “The branch doesn't fall far from the tree; she knows I would so you’d better watch it!”

“Then you have nothing to worry about, right?” the pushy menace concentrates on his task, adamant in finding a way to see you no matter what.

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8:31pm

The Joker drives on the narrow path leading to the cabin, stirring left when a car coming from the opposite direction hunks at him.

“Heeeeyyyyy, Mister Joker!!!!!” someone yells and the other SUV accelerates past J’s yet he has enough time to recognize the aggravating pest: Sam aka Bane’s son. A few unpleasant phrases are grumbled regarding the encounter when another detail sets off the pissed King:

Y/N is racing towards the cabin after recognizing her best friend’s dad vehicle; you came out to say goodbye to Sam and take a walk when your idea abruptly changed.

“Are you kidding me??!!” J grinds his teeth while watching you stumble in the grass, then energetically gather yourself up and sprint inside, slamming the door behind.

“Wow!” he exclaims while parking close to the stairs, unsure on how this day will evolve; so far it goddamned sucked.

“Miss Crane,” The Joker taps at the heavy oak door. “Open up, I have your med!”

Maybe if you don’t engage he’ll leave.

“Is this how you thank me for delivering your pills?!” he gets worked up, thumping intensifying.

“Leave the package on the porch and go away!”

“Oh, she speaks!!!” J instantly snaps. “Open up, it’s cold out here!”

“No it’s not,” you call him out on his bullshit.

“You owe me apologies for what you did to Mara!” he demands, cringing at your defiance.

“Ha! When hell freezes!!!”

“What was Bane’s son doing here?” he tries a different strategy, definitely losing patience.

“None of your business!”

“I brought dinner,” J adds because that’s the last ace in his sleeve. “From the restaurant… your favorite. Aren’t you hungry?”

Does the silence mean you’re giving in?...

“Did you bring strawberry crepes too?”

“Yeah,” The Joker lies since he naturally forgot about desert.

The door faintly creeks and you unlock it, finally letting him in; you’re hesitant about your judgement and snatch the two paper bags out of his hands: the small one contains capsules, the big one harbors foam containers with the foods you like.

“Where are the crepes?” you frown at the lack of the delicious treat.

“I have this suspicion you’ve been avoiding me,” J talks about the reason he’s there without answering your question.

“I’m not…”

“Then why don’t you come to the mansion anymore, hm?”

His gaze circles the living room, involuntarily noticing the blood stained tissues in the trash can by the couch.

“Did you have another episode?” The Joker inquires. “Should I call your dad?”

“No…I’m fine…”

“Are you sure?” he insists and you unwrap the plastic utensils, sniffing.

“It’s not a big deal, it happens more and more often… I wish Emma was here,” you wipe your teary eyes and J bestows his infinite wisdom upon the young woman.

“Well, my daughter’s not here and I’m not renowned for making people feel better,” he twists the cap of the bottled water near him. He takes a sip then gives the container to the confused Y/N. “I’m not sure if this will help, but you can touch something my lips touched.”

You smile at his offer, kind of happy he’s using one of your catchy lines.

“What’s this? Reversed flirting?” you pout and drink from the bottle, placing it on the table afterwards.

He doesn’t bother to respond besides apathetically mentioning:

“I’ll spend the night; it’s dark outside and I don’t want to end up in a ditch.”

“It’s summertime, still sunny,” you highlight the indisputable truth to a guy that couldn’t care less.

“I’m tired. Crane pressured me to work! Did you know he took advantage of my kindness and made me sink a couple of hours in his project? What project you ask?” J cracks his neck although you weren’t curious. “I helped made your treatment,” he blurs out and your blank attitude irks The Clown. “You can compensate me by letting me crash here for the night.”

“I’m 100% sure my dad already compensated your efforts,” Y/N utters.

“Why was Sam here?” the earlier question is reprised in order to distract you.

“Are you jealous?” you nibble on your lasagna and J snarls:

“Why would I be jealous?”

“Then why do you have to know?”

“Professional interest,” the vague disclosure scores absolutely no credits with the feisty Y/N.

“That’s a huuuge load of baloney,” you shake your head and decide to unravel the mystery. “He picked up an item for his father. Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite,” you tease and The Joker protests.

“I’m not worried! I don’t even care! Can I sleep here?” he switches the topic and has to boast: “We can party all night long like we did last time!” J sassily reveals; he believes you’ll mock yet it’s not the case.

“You’re very late to this party…” your voice dies out and The King of Gotham is aware what you’re referring to. He digs his fork in the fresh salad, reassuring on a whim:

“Better late than never…”

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Jar Of Dirt Chapter 5: Silk Rope [Starker Fanfiction NSFW/18+]

Kink/Sexual Warnings: Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, First Time, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Name-calling, Verbal Humiliation, Shibari Other warnings: None

All Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 ... Masterpost (More to come!)

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Chapter 5: Silk Rope Tony is pacing through his lab, biting down his lips harshly. He doesn’t understand why the new AI he’s developing won’t connect to F.R.I.D.A.Y. for him to run a test through it. It’s annoying as fuck, and he really doesn’t feel like dealing with this at all. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., what’s wrong?” Tony mutters as he looks through the data again. It should be working just fine. Both programs are fully operative, so it’s the connection between the two. That’s the issue here. Meaning it would take a long ass time to get it fixed. “There’s a dis- Incoming call from Peter Parker.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announces, making Tony look up instantly. He grabs his phone from the desk and picks up.

“Hey, Peter, you alright?” He’s a little worried, his lover never calls him this time of the day. Not when he knows Tony is working.” “N-No? Not exactly? I can’t find it, Mr. Stark.” Tony gulps when he hears the soft, whining sounds falling from the boy’s lips. “Are you jerking off right now?” He sits down at the edge of the table, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the distraction. “I am, how did you know?” “Baby, you’re moaning.” “Oh- right. Uhm. Well. I can’t find it.” Peter says, this time a little quieter. Tony shakes his head. “Can’t find what, exactly?” “My, uh, prostate?” Tony’s eyes widen and he mentally curses at himself for getting hard at the image of Peter in his bed, naked, his fingers pushing inside his hole. Oh, if only he could see him right now. He shifts, trying to relieve some of the pressure of his pants straining around his now half-hard erection.

“And you need me to help you find it, is that why you’re calling, baby boy?” “Y-yes. Need your help.” Peter pants desperately. “Want to be ready for you, daddy. Want you to fuck me this weekend.” Tony sucks in a sharp breath and squeezes his eyes shut, a hot surge of arousal coursing through his veins. He’s been trying to ignore that exact desire, not wanting to force it onto Peter before the boy would be ready. Sure seems he’s ready for it now. God. His muscles clench, making his dick twitch. “Baby,” he breathes, “-I wanna fuck you so bad. You’re so perfect, such a good boy, opening yourself up for me. Tell me, what are you doing right now?” “I’m on my back, trying to finger myself, but I just can’t reach deep enough; it’s so frustrating!” “Okay, baby. First things first. Are you on speaker?” “N-No?” “Put me on speaker, want you to use both your hands to pleasure yourself,” Tony orders his lover, and he smiles fondly when he hears the boy shifting around, cursing and muttering that he can’t find his AirPods. “Alright, I’m back, I’m ready. Teach me how to do this right, Mr. Stark.”

“I want you to put your feet up the wall first, letting your knees fall down to your chest.” Tony waits a few seconds until he hears Peter stop moving around. “Now, I don’t care how much lube you used already, you’re gonna use more. Drop some down onto your hole and get your fingers wet and ready to go.” He hears the bottle of lube getting uncapped and the soft, shaky breaths leaving Peter’s mouth as he gets himself ready. “And now?” “Now, you’ll stroke your hard, pretty cock, slow and steady…” “Uh-huh,” Peter breathes out. “And sloooowly… You start pushing your first finger in. How’s that feel?” “G-good-” Peter pauses to take a few short, shaky breaths. “Wish it were you. My fingers are so small.” He groans, “Can I add a second one, please, daddy?” Peter’s voice leaks arousal and Tony can’t help himself as he unbuckles his belt so he can get access to his own cock. “Slowly, sweet thing…” Tony cups his own dick in his hands, feeling the precum trickle out of the tip. He holds back a moan as he orders Peter to add the third one too, stretching himself good. The boy’s whimpers go straight to his cock, as always. There’s just something about his voice, so angelic and sweet yet so filthy at the same time. Tony lazily strokes his shaft, leaning nonchalantly against his desk.

“Now, you’ll push your fingers in as deep as you can…” Tony smiles dreamily, head hanging back. “And then, once you’re there, you’ll curl them and slowly move the tips up and down until you find your spot.” Tony has his eyes closed, seeing Peter on his sad, tiny twin bed, feet against the wall, surrounded by posters of science and- and- Tony bites his tongue to hold back a moan when he remembers Peter has a poster of him on his wall. He wonders if Peter’s facing it. Legs on either side of the paper, displaying himself to Tony’s image. The idea makes him light-headed, his hand slowly increases its pumping. “I can’t find it,” Peter whines quietly. “It’s just… How do you even- Ooh!”

Tony can’t hold back anymore and moans out loud, wishing he could see it happening. He can see it in his head, though. Vividly. Peter’s so hot when he’s horny, and the pretty sounds he makes leave nothing to the imagination. “Did you find it, baby? You make yourself feel good?” Tony groans as he increases the speed of his hand around his cock. “Y-yeah, thank you, daddy, fuck, I wish it were you. I imagine it’s you. Will you jerk off too, please? I wanna hear you.” “Got good news for you, kid,” Tony pants as he increases the mic’s volume with a flick of his wrist. Peter moans obscenely in response. “Your pretty sighs and whines and moans had me hard since the start of this phone call, baby. You have no idea what you do to me.” Tony growls. His free hand roams up under his shirt to pinch his own nipple. His face contorts with pleasure. “D-daddy,” Peter moans. “Feels so good, am so close- Sound so hot-” “Hmmm,” Tony croaks. “You love my voice, don’t you, baby? Love the way I tell you what to do, love to let it make you hard, throbbing and leaking and desperate for release like the good little slut you are.” “A-a-ah!” Tony can hear Peter’s bed creaking in the background. “Yes, daddy, yes, yes, so good, sooo-nnnngh!” “Are you watching daddy now, sweet thing? His image staring down at you from the wall?” “Mhm-mhm-mhm!” Peter’s so drunk on lust he can’t stop chanting. “Bet you looked at the same poster on that night you accidentally called me,” Tony growls as he pinches his nipple hard, sending a surge of both pain and arousal through his entire body. “Wishing it was me right there with you, telling you all the filthy things I’m telling you now. How you’re such a good boy for me, a good little slut, my good little slut.” Peter cries with desperation and Tony can hear the lube squirting as Peter fucks himself harder and harder and faster and faster. “And then I picked up. Completely unaware of what you were doing to yourself. Completely oblivious to the fact that you liked me the way I liked you.” Peter pants erratically, every breath a short, filthy moan. He must be right on edge now, waiting for Tony’s last words to tip him over. “And when I said your name, what did you do? Tell me, sweet boy.” Peter seems to have stopped breathing. “I- I came-” he pushes out. “Good boy…” Tony coos as he bends forward, his pumps getting him right to the edge. “And again, now… Come for me, Peter.” His voice is dark. “Come for daddy.”

Peter wails, and the mental image of him spilling his hot cum all over himself tips Tony over the edge, ruining his clothes. He groans loudly and has to catch himself from falling, his knees buckling, eyes blown wide. Peter’s still panting on the other side of the line and Tony manages to stand up straight when he hears Peter scoff out one, high pitched, panicked laugh. “I-” Peter pauses. Tony looks at the floor, trying to collect himself from the orgasm that he just had when Peter says: “I just kicked a hole in the wall.”

Peter grins as he walks into the tower. It’s Friday, 3pm. He knows Tony will still be working, but since Peter’s last lecture got canceled, he figured he’d come in early. He knows his way around the place anyway. He can’t wait to see Tony’s face when he comes in later, realizing he’s here. Usually, he comes in after dinner on Friday. Which is why he decided to cook for Tony. He’s not a great cook, and he can’t say the dishes he makes at their dorm are very fancy, but it’s nutritious, at least. He does pay attention to it being healthy. He has to, to keep up physically. He just hopes Tony will like his burrito bowl.

Tony, about an hour later, looks up in confusion when the scent of freshly cooked food starts seeping into the lab. He frowns, wondering where it came from. As far as he knows, there’s no meetings or anything else that could explain why he should be smelling this scent. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., are there any guests?” “No, Mr. Stark. Just Peter Parker.” “What?” Tony’s eyes widen. “Where is he?” “In your private suite,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. answers, making Tony chuckle out loud. He looks at the pieces of tech in front of him. Those would be just fine laying there untouched for a couple days.

Once he walks into his suite, the smell gets even stronger. But what really gets to him is the way Peter is slightly moving along to the music he’s playing while stirring in the pan. “Hey, baby.” “Tony! You’re here!” Peter beams as he lets go of the wooden spoon, running towards Tony and wrapping his arms around the man tightly. “I missed you,” he whispers into his chest. Tony returns the embrace, holding the boy close and enjoying the calm enjoyment settling deep in his bones. Sometimes it scares him how much he cares for Peter. How much he truly, and utterly loves him. “Missed you more,” he whispers into the boy’s curls and kisses the top of his head. “What are you making?” “Burrito bowls. Is that okay?” “Hmmm, never had any, but sure sounds lovely. Smells amazing too. What did I do to deserve this treat?” Peter shrugs, looking up. “Just being you. You make me happy. You always treat me, so why not do something back?”

Once they finish their bowls, and Tony reassuring Peter a thousand times how much he loved it, Peter licks his lips and looks at Tony, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “I don’t want to sound like a horny college kid, I mean, I am-,” Peter chuckles, “-but, can we pick something from the jar again?” “I love my horny college kid, please, would love to try something new with you. Been thinking about your lovely moans all week.” “Oh, you’re so smooth, Mr. Stark.” Peter grins, but he can’t hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. Tony wiggles his eyebrows and spreads his arms. “That’s me, the one and only.” Peter huffs. “Hush, go get the jar,” Peter playfully pushes the man off “-and take that ego with you.” “Hmm, you know how to talk dirty, babe.” “Oh, you wish.” Tony laughs, kisses Peter’s cheek and walks off to get the jar. He loves the bright energy from Peter, especially now that he seems to start feeling more and more confident each and every day. Last week shook him to his very core, and he’s been working at it every day to let Peter know just how much pleasure he gives him. They’ve been texting, calling, at every opportunity. Some of those things have definitely put a bit of a strain on his comfort zone, but that’s a good thing, he figures. It’s incredible how Peter’s changed him for the better. He’s still scared shitless about the possibility that one of his kinks might come up today, but so far, Peter has shown him so much support. Peter’s brave, he tries the things he wants to. Tony wants to do the same.

“Alright, your turn to pick, boy.” Tony hands the jar to Peter, and he laughs at the excited look on Peter’s face. The boy sticks his hand inside and pulls it back out within a second, just grabbing the first piece he feels. Tony’s throat feels very dry all of a sudden when he sees that, as he feared, this is one of his own. For the love of God, please, let it not be one of his heavy kinks. He wants to try those with Peter, but he needs more time to accept that Peter wants him to enjoy those. Tony’s not quite there yet.

“Can I look, Mr. Stark?” “Hmmm,” Tony nods, trying to ignore the knot in his stomach, “-tell me what it says.” Peter turns the paper around and looks down in confusion. “Shi… Shibari? What’s that?” “Japanese rope bondage,” Tony answers slowly and watches Peter’s mouth go ‘oh,’ “-it’s an art form, actually. But used a lot for sexual bondage as well.” “I… have no idea how it works, but please, show me?” “You want to try it?” Peter nods at that and offers Tony a reassuring smile, he knows this is the first kink that Tony put in there and how insecure it can make the so put-together man feel. “I definitely do. I would love to feel what it’s like to be restrained. And, uh, if it’s art, I’ll be pretty too!” “You’re always pretty.” Peter waves his hand as if to shoo Tony away. “Oh, youuu.” Tony grins unapologetically and takes a step closer, bridging the gap between them. “You wanna choose the rope? I have to admit, I got quite a collection.”

“And then, if I pull the rope through this loop, you’ll have a knot that’s rather easy to untie for me. But you won’t be able to loosen it from your end of the rope.” Tony smiles and shows off what he’s trying to explain to Peter. The boy’s on his back on Tony’s - their - bed, his hands in front of his chest, elbows touching. He’s looking down at the fancy, intricate knots that tie his arms together. He can see why this is an art form, it’s gorgeous. It makes him feel pretty, too. He also really likes the feeling of the way the rope restrains his movement, immobilizing his arms entirely. In the weirdest way, it makes him feel safe. Perhaps because it’ll be easier to let go without the fear of him possibly hurting Tony. Maybe because it makes it easier to surrender into his submission. Probably a lot more things he can’t put into solid thoughts right now. He chose a fancy, silk-like deep red rope. It’s soft on his skin, tight around his arms. The color really sticks out against his pale skin. He listens as Tony explains more about the ropes, finishing up his last knot and then admiring his work. “How do I look?” Peter beams. Tony licks his lips. “Like you’re a fucking gift. My little present to explore.” “Oh.” Peter gulps, biting down the moan that’d been rising in his throat. “You’ll unpack me then?” “Not physically,” Tony answers, his voice low and rough. Last week, Peter had been asking for Tony to fuck him this weekend. Time to offer it to the boy now. “If you let me, I want to fuck you. Unpack each and every layer of your pleasure.” A soft whine escapes Peter’s lips. “Please.” “Please, what?” “Please, daddy.” “Good boy.”

Tony sits down on the bed, on his knees, placing Peter’s legs on either side of him. His hands softly trail up and down Peter’s skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Tony chuckles as he pets the thin hairs standing up straight, and Peter jolts slightly. “T-Tony.” “What is it, boy?” “Tickles,” Peter whines. Tony ignores Peter’s protests and continues to tease him. His hands glide up Peter’s legs towards his center, and Peter gasps when Tony nearly gives him the attention he yearns for but instead moves past it. Tony’s fingers walk up to Peter’s toned torso, his breath hot and slow on the boy’s sensitive skin. The billionaire skillfully evades the knots with each “step” he takes and Peter tries to arch his back, hoping to get more friction. He’s partially held back by the tight knots binding him together, and he shuts his eyes, a frustrated frown scrunching his face together. Tony’s teasing is symmetrical, just like the rope art he bound Peter in. Both hands giving only the slightest attention to either side of Peter’s body. “Is it growing, Peter?” Tony asks rhetorically. “Your need to be touched? Are you yearning for me yet, sweet thing?” “A-always yearning-” Peter breathes. “-For your touch, daddy. A-always.” Tony hums content, slipping his index fingers under the rope, rubbing Peter’s skin under it with slightly more pressure than he put on the boy’s body before. Peter twitches at the attention. “Such a good boy, always saying the right things to make daddy happy…” Peter nods, eyes still screwed shut. “Want you to be happy- want to be your good boy.” Peter forces out the words, trying not to whine too much. Tony smirks and brings his head down, closer to Peter’s chest. His fingers slip out from under the rope and trace circles on Peter’s skin, higher and higher until he hears the boy gasp.

“You like it when I touch you there, don’t you? Such sensitive little buds for me to tease.” Tony flicks Peter’s nipples at the same time, drinking in the lovely moans Peter makes. “You sound so pretty when I touch you…” Tony kisses Peter in the middle of his chest. Feathery light, tongue slipping out briefly to taste the salty sweat on Peter’s skin. His thumbs rub rhythmical circles over Peter’s nipples. “Makes me never want to let go.” “Don’t let go, daddy, please,” Peter pleads. Tony trails a wet kiss up all the way to Peter’s jawline until their lips meet. It’s hungry and passionate, and fuck, this kid tastes so good. Peter’s dick is painfully hard, Tony knows. His hands move away from the nipples, tugging at the ropes and knots as he makes his way down. His hands stop right above Peter’s soft bush, and the boy bucks his hips involuntarily. Tony glances down as he moves his kiss back over Peter’s neck, leaving the boy a gasping mess.

“Want me to touch you there, sweet thing?” Peter nods frantically, pulling at his restraints. “Please- please, daddy, please.” Tony takes one long breath through his nose. Peter is so good for him. Such a perfect little sub. So pretty, all bound and completely at Tony’s mercy. Daddy’s mercy. Without warning, both Tony’s hands glide over Peter’s shaft. Once. Hard. Fast. Peter gasps, eyes blown wide, trying to arch further into Tony’s touch, but he can’t. Tony has let go of him and Peter’s entire body is on fire. Screaming. He needs to be touched. “Oh…” Tony coos. “So beautiful, Peter. You really are a work of art.” Peter can only let out a soft whine as response as he closes his eyes again, feeling his aching cock twitch against his lower abdomen. If only he could reach down to relieve some of the pleasure. Tony spreads Peter’s legs a little further and marvels at the boy’s flexibility. “You’re going to make me lose my mind,” Tony growls, his hands tightening their grip on Peter’s legs and pulling him closer. Peter’s bucking his hips up, a pleading look on his face. Tears are streaming down his cheeks, he’s been already teased for so long. But Tony’s not done yet. No. Peter is going to have to wait just a bit longer. Tony wants to drag this out for as long as he can. He wants him to remember his first time forever.

“Do you like this, sweet boy? Being completely at my mercy? Bound in ropes and knots and ties almost as pretty as you are. You must be aching to touch yourself now, aren’t you? Or are you aching to touch me?” Peter whimpers at Tony’s words, nodding up and down desperately. “Well… You can’t.” Peter takes a sharp breath, the head of his dick red at the lack of attention. “Look at you, at your twitching cock, you’re leaking for me and I barely even touched you.” Tony throws his head back triumphantly. “Such a slut.” “D-daddy,” Peter whimpers. “Please-” “Please, what?” Tony repeats. “Fuck- fuck me.” Tony leans in towards Peter’s chest again, kissing one of his nipples. Softly at first, but when he licks the tip, the most beautiful moan falls off Peter’s lips. “In due time, pretty boy,” he coos. “I’m going to enjoy you first.” When Tony moves to Peter’s other nipple, his hands lift Peter’s legs over his shoulders. His kisses are wet and sloppy, eliciting the filthy noises from Peter that he loves so much. His hands tug at the ropes around Peter’s chest before moving down again, squeezing Peter’s ass once before slowly nearing where Peter wants him.

“Oh, god, feels so good-” Peter manages to get out. “Please, more, daddy, fuck!” Tony bites down slightly on Peter’s nipple, causing him to swear. The precum is leaking from his cock at a steady pace now, and Tony quickly wipes some from Peter’s abdomen before bringing his index finger to circle the boy’s hole. Peter’s a sweating, crying mess and by God, isn’t he absolutely divine. “Here I go,” Tony playfully raises an eyebrow, but his irises tell a different story. He purposefully ignores the growing wet spot in his own underwear, as always. How in the world could he put himself first if there is such a gorgeous boy on the bed? Whining and moaning and whimpering for Tony- for daddy, to give him pleasure. And boy, is Tony planning on giving his Peter Parker all the pleasure he deserves. He gently pushes in one finger, waiting for Peter to get used to the feeling. He unclenches around the billionaire relatively quickly, and Tony holds back a moan, thinking about how his little slut has been prepping his hole for Tony to destroy all week. Tony stops kissing the boy and leans back to sit up straight. He wants to see Peter fall apart for him before he fucks him. He wants to see the look on the boy’s face. Desperate. Tony starts to pump in and out of Peter agonizingly slowly. Enough for the boy to feel good, not enough to make him see stars. After about ten pumps, Peter’s breath turns ragged.

“Mzzr- Stark- Daddy-” Peter’s voice is slurred, eyes still closed. His mouth hangs open, and every so often, it curls into a pained smile. “What is it, Peter?” Tony replies nonchalantly. “Please, please, faster. Touch- mm-- g-spot.” Tony grins and has to admit he’s a bit taken back by Peter, referring to it as such. Would Peter like other feminine references too? Tony would have to find out some other time. Not today. Today he’s gonna focus on making the first fuck as mind-blowing as he can. The look on his face is near-evil when he continues his teasing. “Oh, I don’t think I can get to that right now, you see…” Tony pulls out to add a second finger. “I’m not going to touch you where you want me the most. Do you know why?” Peter shakes his head violently, and Tony kisses his leg. “Because you’re not desperate enough.” The vibrations of Tony’s voice shoot through Peter’s legs, up to his dick and it throbs in response. “Bu- daddy-!” “We both know what you’ve been prepping for, sweet thing. Do you really think I’m going to hit that spot with my fingers today?” Peter still has his eyes closed and doesn’t notice the lubed up dildo Tony grabs from the side of the bed. Without warning, he takes out his fingers and pushes the shaft in as far as he can. Peter’s eyes open wide, and another small spurt of precum trickles out of his cock when he realizes what Tony’s doing. Tony knows his stuff, though, and Peter whines when he notices Tony skillfully angles the fake dick away from Peter’s spot. Tony growls. “Tonight’s the night I will take you. I’m going to fuck your virgin ass until you’re screaming for me, Peter. Would you like that? Would you like to be mine and mine alone? You were already bound by me… Might as well get bound to me.” Peter can only chant in response. “Yes- yes- yes- yes!” “Tell me how you want me, Peter. Can you do that? Tell me how to take you and if your answer satisfies me, I might just do it. Replace this piece of junk with the real deal.”

Peter gasps, trying to buck his hips. The rope creaks, and for a brief second Tony fears Peter might snap them with his super strength. His boy is good for him though. He’ll hold out. For now. Something inside Tony wishes Peter would break the ropes. Gives him a good reason to get even prettier ones, and he could add it to the hidden pile of things that Peter broke because of the pleasure Tony gave him. Tony looks down at Peter, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, his hair damp, sticking to his face. He’s red as a beet. His shade complimenting the red ropes around his body as Tony keeps pumping the dildo in and out of Peter’s pretty hole. “Daddy, wanna make you feel so good, please, fuck me, fuck me hard. Break me, daddy,” Peter gasps. “More,” Tony growls, pumping the fake cock faster and faster with each of Peter’s words. “F-fuck, daddy, please, fill my hole with your cock, I wanna feel you throb inside me- Come inside me.” “More.” “Daddy, please-please-please, I need your cock inside me, I need you to fuck me, please, fuck your cockslut, fuck, fuck, fuck!” “Good boy.”

Tony pulls out the dildo and swiftly pushes into Peter’s readied hole himself. Using the leftover lube from the dildo and his own precum to glide right into Peter, who gasps when his daddy immediately hits the right spot. The sensation renders both men speechless, panting, and moaning softly, and Tony can’t help but lean down as he watches the pleasure wash over Peter’s face. He rolls his hips slowly, relishing in the feeling of finally having his pretty Peter Parker clench around him. Tony pushes his hands through Peter’s hair, and he goes in for a soft and passionate kiss. No more words are exchanged. There’s nothing left of their dirty confidence. It startles them both, but this might be even better. Both overwhelmed by each other; they make love. Peter clenches and unclenches around Tony in a steady rhythm, gasping with each and every thrust hitting him right where he wants to. His restraints somehow forgotten, yet still there. He feels safe and warm and all he can do is moan into the sweet, tender kisses his lover peppers him with.

After a little bit, Tony takes his mouth off Peter’s, and with a shaky breath, he confesses. “I love you, Peter. I love you so much. I would give you the world, but I can’t cause you are the world.” New tears glide down Peter’s cheeks. Tears of happiness. Tears of love. Tears of feeling loved. Every part of his being is enveloped in Tony’s adoration for him and he lifts his head off the pillow to continue their soft and sweet kisses. “And if I were to give you the world?” Peter breathes against Tony’s lips, sticking with the symbolism. “I would cherish it.” Tony presses a kiss on the corner of Peter’s mouth. “Take care of it. Keep it warm and safe. Make sure it knows it is loved. That he is loved,” Tony sighs back. “You have me, Mr. Stark- Tony. You have me. I am yours.” Tony slowly increases his pace. “As I am yours.”

Their breathing goes faster and faster, their kissing giving them barely any chance to take in air. Peter’s seeing stars. The overstimulation on his skin, the wet, sloppy kisses, Tony thrusting into him in the exact right way. Tony moans into him and moves his free hand down Peter’s pretty restraints. The boy gasps when Tony’s long, rough fingers wrap around his shaft and start jerking him off at the same speed Tony’s pumping into him. It doesn’t take long for Peter to turn into a shaking mess. “Are you close?” Tony asks quietly. Peter nods slightly. “Yes, please, don’t stop,” he pants. “I won’t, baby boy…” Tony’s mouth moves to start sucking on the spot below Peter’s ear, where he knows Peter is very sensitive. Peter moans desperately in response. “Want you to come with me,” he whimpers. Tony smiles, his pacing becoming slightly erratic. “Well then, my sweet Peter…” Tony whispers in his ear before licking a long stripe along the shell. “Come.”

Peter gasps as he explodes all over his torso. The bottom few ropes being covered in cum. Tony hears a few cracks, and he knows Peter must’ve ripped a few of them. The way the boy clenches around him makes Tony freeze as he shoots his hot cum into Peter’s tight hole, filling him up. His face is scrunched up with his mouth open, jaw clenched. He rides down his high and slowly lowers himself to lay down on top of Peter. They’re entirely still for a moment, their fast-thumping hearts slowly pacing down. Peter’s slightly trembling, though, and when Tony looks up at him, he’s met with Peter’s teary puppy eyes. “Peter,” Tony whispers gently, wiping the tears off his cheeks. “You okay, sweetness?” “Y-Yeah,” Peter manages, soft pants still leaving his lips. He bends his knees to press Tony against him with a bit more force, needing to feel him. “I… Haven’t felt this loved by anyone. Ever. It’s so overwhelming and-” Peter sniffs, “-I never quite believe how much you say you love me, but now I could literally feel it.” “Oh, baby.” Tony breathes, tightening his embrace. His eyes are stinging too now. Fuck. “I got you. I’m always gonna be here for you. You’re, and I’m not exaggerating, the love of my fucking life.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to keep his shit together. “Took me a long time to find you, but as long as you’ll have me, I’m not letting you go. You’re my baby boy. I love you.”

When he pulls out of Peter, the boy whimpers at the loss. “Shhh, I got you baby. Let me help you clean up. You’re one messy, pretty boy.” He unties the knots that are still intact, getting Peter out of his bindings. There are some slight marks in his skin, but after a quick check, it’s clear there are no rope burns. Good. He grabs the towel he put to his nightstand earlier and carefully wipes both their cum off the boy’s chest and legs. “How you feeling, you hurt anywhere?" “No, I mean, I guess I feel slightly sore, but… I like it?” Peter smiles happily, sticking his arms out to urge Tony to come cuddle him. “I’m okay, Tony. Thanks for checking up on me.” The older man lays down next to Peter and pulls him into his side, dragging the blankets over their blissed-out bodies. The boy snuggles against him, resting his head on Tony’s chest. Tony smiles, stroking the boy’s back, tracing the skin ever so lightly. Peter shifts a bit, getting more comfortable. Tony freezes when he feels Peter’s cock rubbing against his thigh, hot. Warm. And hard.

“Honey, you hard again already?” “Yeah, why?” Tony blinks, dropping his head to the side to stare the boy straight in his eyes. “Wait a minute. You don’t… Need time? Did it even… Soften up?” “No, it didn’t? I mean only a little at first, but- wait, time for what?” Peter furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Oh, God. He really doesn’t know what Tony’s talking about. “Tell me, Peter,” the man starts slowly. “-how often do you usually jerk off in one go?” “Oh, uhm. I guess five is usual? Eight or nine if I’m really feeling it.” Tony huffs out a surprised breath. Sure, Peter’s still young. Kids his age have less of a refractory period. But this is impressive. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong, uhm, that spider bite may have enhanced more of your eh… Abilities, than you think.”

“You mean you’re not hard right now?” Peter’s hand creeps down Tony’s crotch without any shame. Tony bites his lips at the boy feeling him up, trying to tone down his own embarrassment. Sure, he’s old. He knows he needs more time. Peter’s just exploring. It’s okay. Peter’s eyes widen. “I’m not normal?” “I wouldn’t put it like that, but, yeah. Most people, not even people your age, would be able to do that. Sure there’s some, but it’s rather unheard of.” “Oh. Shit. How often can you come?” Tony laughs at that. “At my age, being a boring human man without superpowers? Once. Twice, if I’m lucky. But I definitely need time in between.” He shakes his head, grinning, the knowledge sinking in. This is gonna change things up so good. “Peter, I have a new idea for the jar.” “W-What?” “You’ll find out.” Tony presses a kiss on the top of Peter’s astonished face and ‘accidentally’ brushes his hand past Peter’s cock. “You’ll find out.”

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Cigarettes & Mint | Chapter 2

→ Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

→ Genre: Very Angst / Fluff / Highschool!Au

→ Warning: Strong language; slight eating disorders; cursing; bullying; smoking;

→ Pairing: Badboy!Hyunjin x Innocent!Reader;

→ Summary: When your ego is bigger than your brain, you don’t mind breaking someone’s heart. As soon as the smell of cigarettes and mint invade your nostrils, your heart starts beating faster and your life starts falling apart. I bet you will end up broken.

→ Playlist for the Chapter:

↳ Concentrate - Demi Lovato ↳ Lies in Dark - Tove Lo ↳ Think about you - G Easy ft Quin ↳ Perfect ten - Red Velvet ↳ Distraction - Jack and Jack

→ Words: +3K

→ N/A: Hiii everyone! So, how was the first chapter? Did you like it? Any theories? Any ships? I just wanna say… This will get intense from now one…Prepare your heart ;)

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[09:20 AM DAY ONE OF THE BET]

You stepped inside the large and airy classroom full with sleepy students with your yellow headphones loudly playing BTS new album “map of Seul: persona”. You gazed around, your eyes barely open due to the sleepless night, and noticed two things: first, the boy that usually sits next to you wasn’t there, he never gets late, because he is a perfectionist nerd with his face covered in acne, he loves classes; the second thing you noticed was how Hyunjin was isolated from his friends. Changbin and Minho were sitting on the back, casually listening to music and flirting with girls, as usual, but the boy with the shiny lip ring was alone some tables ahead of them.

Hendery, your best friend, is in another class, so he can’t be your company. Of course, Hyunin knew it, that’s why he is pretending to be angry at his friends, so he could get closer to you.

The clock is ticking and his ego needs to be fed.

The smoker boy admired every tiny detail of your face as you walked in front of him. Your rosy lips were gently moving, making him deduct that you were whispering the lyrics of the music you are listening. He wondered, what type of music you like? From the calm expression in your face, maybe pop, kpop or RnB. He noticed how your eyeliner was thinner today, accenting your dark eyes on a perfect way. He noticed the new earing you bought, with a small pearl in them. He noticed that your hair was straighter than conventional, falling on your back like a dark waterfall.

What he loved the most about you was your perfume. Everywhere you walked in the fragrance would leave an enjoyable smell behind, making it pretty easy to identify your presence, it smelled like roses, cliché but fresh and pure.

By the time he was admiring your pale neck, that had a sparkling necklace resting on your skin smoothly, you caught him. Your eyes locked with his for a mere second, the time stopped at it was only you and him, his lovely eyes stared at yours intensively. The surprised look of your face made him laugh, but you didn’t witness it because you were too busy hiding your red cheeks.

The old female teacher walked inside the classroom, her expensive red high heels hitting the floor and making the sound echo inside the classroom and immediately everyone shut up and sat on his respective seat.

“Good morning class lets finish analyzing the poem we started yesterday.” Her calm voice was barely audible, and you did exactly what she told you to, excited to finish the love poem.

Your Korean book was full with colorful notes and reminders, everything that seems important, you write down, it’s way easier to make notes to study later. As you opened your pencil case, looking for your blue pen, your name was mentioned, you lifted your curious gaze from your pen to the teacher:

“Miss. Lee, i can’t see properly from here, can I sit next to Kim Sun?” A gentle voice asked politely, you turned your head back, and as soon as your eyes met his you felt your whole body get hot again, embarrassment taking advantage of your heart and mind.

“Yes dear, go ahead.” She answered back not caring at all, turning her back to the class as she started to write on the whiteboard the metaphors present on the romantic poetry.

Hyunjin’s tall frame sat next to you composedly, he leaned back on the chair and opened his legs in a manly way. Too afraid to talk or touch him, you pushed your chair just a little more far away from him, your whole body in tension, you were afraid that if you tried to talk, nothing would come out due to the knot forming in your throat.

“Hi.” Hyunjin greeted you with a warm smile. Jesus, help this poor girl, you may faint right there.

You are Kim Sun, the best student in the class, you have a smart mouth and hate to be shushed, but the moment this sinful man sat next to you, you lost your voice, just like Ariel when she sold her voice to the ocean’s witch.

He laughed at your freaked-out expression, your eyes widened, and you forced a smile, visibly awkward.

“I… Hmmm… Wanted to apologize for yesterday…” Hyunjin plays to be embarrassed, his orbs stare at your face, and he notices how you furred your thick eyebrows together and glanced at him, for the first time, without feeling shy.

“Oh… Well, it’s alright. I’m sorry i stared at you to point of making you uncomfortable, I was listening to music and got lost on the beat.” You answer him in a low voice.

“Well, I’ll forgive you if you go out with me…” Hyunjin states, licking his bottom lip, his lip ring making the thing way hotter than what already is. You laughed right on his face.

He must be playing with you… that can’t be true, he does not want you to have a date with him.

“Hyunjin, for real, dont need to embarrassed me again, i know i was a creep and I’m sorry.” You answer, copying down on your book what the teacher was fastly writing on the board.

Minho was carefully judging his friend act, from far away, kind of amazed how good he was at lying.

“You think he can win the bet?” The blonde asks the bored boy sitting next to him. Binnie rolls his eyes, visibly tired of this game.

“We should stop this before it gets us in trouble…” The black-haired boy adverts his foolish friend.

“Always so boring… That’s why no girl wants you, man.” Minho attacks without realizing what he just said. Changing looks at him visibly hurt, but it doesn’t seem to catch the attention of the blind male sitting next to him.

“I’m being serious… I want to apologize for being bad to you yesterday. Its nothing formal or very expensive, just walking by the Han River together. Talking, knowing each other better.” Hyunjin explained in a low voice, the teacher was getting pissed from all the whispering, and he was trying not to get caught.

“I’m sorry, but no. I’m not going anywhere with you…” You said, as soon as you finished talking the loud and noisy bell rang and you started to pack your stuff.

“I’m not leaving you alone until you say yes!” He yelled, watching you walk away from him with a dumb smile stuck in your face as you shook your head negatively.

Dont you like him? Why would you say no?

Then Hyunjin’s brain clicked, this is dumb, immature. He can’t play you like this. And with the last amount of decency in his head, he got the courage to tell his friends how this was stupid, but when he arrived closer to them, Minho had a disgusting grin on his face, and Binnie was just… Sitting there.

“I could hear from here how she denied you.” His blonde friend tells him. The blood inside of Hyunjin starts bawling and his hands turn to fists, madness taking over him.

He is going to make you his no matter what!

[06:00 PM/ DAY ONE OF THE BET]

Your whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The sun outside was setting, a beautiful palette of yellow, orange and pink painted the sky and the cold wind made you smile, you love to feel it against your tired hot body.

Your hair was tied up in a ponytail and you were wearing some white shorts, and a yellow t-shirt, the colors of your school ‘s basketball team, that you were the caption of. Yelling at the girls that the practice time was over and they could go, you smile. You loved basketball, ever since you were little.

As you crossed the red school training field you noticed two people sitting on the benches, very far away from each other. And as you got closer, you noticed who they were: your best friend, Hendery, and your stupid crush, Hyunjin.

You ran towards your best friend, missing his presence more than everything, but he pushed you back because of all the sweat that made your skin glisten at the very soft sunlight.

“What is he doing here?” You ask the sweet boy, pointing at Hyunjin.

“I thought you knew?” Your best friend answers with a question.

“Oh god- dont tell me he still has that stupid idea on his head…” You whisper to yourself, but of course, your best friend heard you, and immediately got curious.

“What idea?”

“He asked me out one hundred times today, even though i tell him no, he continues bothering me.” You confess shyly. “I mean it’s not like i dont want to have a date with him… I’m just afraid…”

Hendery knows something is wrong, that request certainly has a second intention. He just needs to find out was it is…

Hyunjin approaches you both looking heavenly, a smile on his handsome face and the keys of his car on his hand.

“So… did you change your mind?” He asks eyeing you from head to toe, your shorts were tight and the shirt too, accenting your body just enough to make him feel excited about the bet, shyly you hid behind Hendery.

“Man, what are you doing huh?” The black-haired boy asked the brown-ish one, his eyebrow arched and a suspicious look on his eyes.

“I just want to apologize for being bad to her… It’s not a big deal,” The bad boy lied. “I felt bad for hurting her ok?” Hyunjin said feeling shy. Now he told you the truth, you didn’t leave his mind all day after what he did to you.

You look at him with a soft smile, his embarrassing truth was making you give in. Hendery was intrigued. Why would he apologize, when he doesn’t care about you?

“Ok, fine!” You throw your arms in the air quitting, your heart drowning in joy. “I’ll go with you, just let me go shower. Give me, hm, ten minutes.” You said looking at the clock on your wrist mindfully.

“Sun, dont do it. He will hurt you.” Your bestie warns you, his heart ached just by imagining you besides the smoker. He felt that something was wrong, but you foolishly kissed his cheek and told him not to worry about you, disappearing inside the female balneary.

You chose Hyunjin over him, how could you do that? Even after what he did to you?

The smirk on Hyunjin’s face made it pretty clear he enjoyed the little show he is putting on, the cigarette between his lips made him look so toxic, how could you think he looks hot?

“She will be mine in no time Hendery, accept it,” Hyunjin says cockily. A devilish smirk taking advantage of oh his plump lips while he releases the smoke.

“What did you just say?!” Your best friend asks while taking steps towards Hyunjin, his hand wrapped around his neck.

But Jin didn’t even flinch, he was not afraid of Hendery because he knows that inside, he is a weak bastard. “If you lay one single finger in her body i will kill you, you understand? If you break her heart i swear, you won’t be the only one paying for it.” The tall boy assures the smoker between his teeth, angry.

The black-haired boy leaves after, his body was trembling with anger and he felt like he could kill the first person that talked to him, but, it was just the madness speaking, he is not that strong. Not when it comes to you… He loves you… The tears started to form at the corners on his orbs and he hated it, he hated to cry.

When you came back Hyunjin was surprised, you weren’t wearing the same clothes as you wore all day. You had a white shirt under a strapless floral sundress, that moved freely, following all of your movements, you were wearing sandals making you look clean and simple.

“This is … what i wear after practice every time, it’s comfortable… I’m sorry if it looks bad…” You mumble the words low, but Hyunjin interrupted you quickly.

“What? No… You look absolutely flawless…” Even he was surprised by his action. You blushed, looking at your feet.

“Shall we go?” He asks, extending his arm so you can hold his large hand.

Hesitant, you take his hand in yours, the feeling of this simple action made your heart skip a bit. His hands are soft and warm, the opposite of yours, that is always freezing.

“Are you cold?” Jinnie asks with a worried look in his eyes. “Your hands are freezing.” You nod.

“I always have my hands cold.” You state sitting on the passenger seat of his car. The smell was a mix of cigarettes and mint, but it was actually really nice.

The ride was quiet and calm, he drove carefully and with full attention, stealing some glances at our face sometimes, noticing that you were examining his car and probably freaking out on the inside.

As you arrived the sky changed colors to dark blue, purple and pink, making you amazed at how beautiful it was.

The time you passed with Hyunjin walking by the Han River was blissful. He was playful and gentle, complimenting you every now and then, telling you how he loved the calm sound of the water and trying to convince you that he was sorry.

“Why were you alone today?” You ask him, your body turns to face his. His tongue plays with his lip ring nervously.

“Hmmm… You know, sometimes they act really childish. I dont like it… it bothers me the fact that I’m always the one saying no, and then they say I’m a pussy or boring.” Hyunjin spills disappointed, but he only realized what he said when the words were already heard. You pouted at him and held his hand, caressing it. “Or something like that..” He laughs awkwardly.

Your delicate hands really are soft, and he wonders if the rest of you is as soft as your hands… He wants to touch you so bad. You stare at him when he turns his face to the side, admiring the view in front of him.

The people that were walking here would feel confused about you two because in one second he would treat you with love, and in other, he would close himself and turn cold.

He looked just like an angel on the poor natural light, he was wearing black trousers secured with an elegant black belt, his shirt was red and black, the first two buttons were undone and the front part was stuffed under his pants, a gold necklace hanging around his neck, his lip ring was different today, colored in black.

You looked sweet and innocent, but he looked badass and sinful, and you thought it was unfair to you, he looked so good. He is way too good for you…

“This spot is amazing.” You confess him as you admire the view of the sun seating being reflected on the immense water.

When you looked back at him he was dangerously close to you, and it made you gasp. Hyunjin was just centimeters away from you, his nose almost touching yours. Your heart started to beat fast, and you bite your bottom lip nervously.

“Princess dont do that, it makes me want to ruin you completely…” You were taken back at his words, your face heated up and you freed your lip while staring at his eyes.

He moved forward, tilting his face so his sinful lips brushed against yours. The feeling of his cold lip ring contrasted the warm feeling of his lips felt so good… Your hands gripped his wrists, your mouth opened in a gasp and he brushed his nose with yours, while his lips graze over yours again, mouth slightly open.

Your body was almost giving in when something inside you made you wake up and you pushed him away from your body by gently forcing his wide shoulders back.

“Hyunjin…” You whisper needy and totally drunk in love.

“Fuck… I’m sorry. You just looked so beautiful with that smile on your face… I couldn’t help it.” He tried to lie, but it was the truth, for moments, he forgot this was just a dare, and he was enjoying the time with you.

Shyly, you take his hand on yours, surprising him, and then you smile at Hyunjin, without saying a word. He used the pleasant silence to bring you guys back at his car, so he could drive you home securely.

The ride was more comfortable this time, both of you singing the songs that played on the radio, while you smiled like and idiot. This was one of the best days of your life, being with Hyunjin, hear him, know him better was enough to make your heart jump in love and daydream about can happen next.

When he reached your house the car was quiet. His huge hand rested on your knee, causing you to take a shy gaze at him, watching him grin. He came closer to you, still with his hand on your knee, and he susurrated against your lips:

“I will see you tomorrow, princess.” A peck was placed at the corner of your mouth, your whole body feeling the arousal present on the air.

You nodded yes and smiled at him before getting out of his car, your legs felt like jelly and you could barely walk. With a stupidly happy face, you made your way to your front door, praying that Hyunjin didn’t saw you moving strangely.

But he did and thought it was adorable, especially because he knew he was the only one that could make you feel like that.

The next step is making you his, make you moan his name so loud, that you forget completely about Hendery, so Hyunjin can leave you right after. Heartbroken and played, just like the bet was about, so his ego could grow bigger and Minho could have his revenge.

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atrophiedcompassion · 5 years

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having watched TROS for the second (and final) time in the cinema, here’s my full spoiler abundant review, also with comments on the nonalogy as a whole.

the movie works a lot better aka is more enjoyable the second time. we know what’s happening and i could relax and enjoy even the dumb moments and allow myself to feel, to be washed into the music and just feel my good feelings towards the finale.

the plot is still dumb as rocks, with the new old villain, resurrected. who not only is back but is giving our heroes a chance to find him before all shit breaks loose. why is the emperor so fucking arrogant?? why did TROS/JJ keep arguably the worst plot from TLL namely the race against a certain but exact time to do something to save the day?

the rey as palpatine still makes no sense. why did the jedi (in particular obi wan) call to her when she has the first force vision back on takodana if rey’s a palp?? JJ truly pisses on his very own movie isn’t he? and the emperor himself, he wants rey dead, twice he tells this verbatim to KR and then comments the rey killing plot was foiled to commander pryde...but then he actually welcomes her with open arms? or did he foresee his new death by rey should she reach exogol still alive? why should this death stick? ugghghgh.

the movie moves at record pace, no time to grieve, no time to catch your breath. the falcon/poe does impossible feats. the trio is united only to trail rey, finn in particular acting like a puppy. the only scene with finn that had any weight and developed his character was the scene with jannah when they’re fixing the falcon. BUT even then...i thought it was fine for the Force to guide finn out of his servitude. but maybe let the other former stormtroopers have some fuxking free will. not the force guiding them. there were so many moments when finn could’ve inspired former fellow stormtroopers to put down their weapons, but no. the spy could’ve been a stormtrooper, not the ridiculous hux doing things out of spite...

the worst scene in the movie? rey going on a fucking stroll on pasaana to meet kylo ren’s ship...and before that, the knights of ren literally posturing on a rock. i laughed out loud in the cinema it was so utterly ridiculous.

it’s all fucking plains, the fucking audience could see rey advancing through ochi’s ship screens. but somehow chewbacca gets captured and there’s a second transporter. the whole scene plays just so we can set up rey’s sith lightning abilities..?? fucking hell.

c3po’s sacrifice works for me. it’s the first moment of the rewatch where i got truly emotional and shed actual tears. and it’s not really cheapened by his memory being restored, since Finn actually mentions r2 might have a backup which 3po dismisses in his usual fashion. so 3po actually believed he was going to be fully erased. and that’s what matters. i found the 3po humour almost on par with the OT, although sometimes poe’s wayyy too aggressive with him. (i mean, poe loves droids, or at least his droid bb8, but is awfully dismissive of both 3po and D-O, just to fill in the han role i guess? it’s overdone)

the fight on the destroyer/kimiji is ok, again rey with the aggressive stance and the reveal is....nothing. rey has NO fucking reaction. she like scrunches her nose a little. she was just told the JJ equivalent to luke finding out vader’s his dad and rey’s just like. oh okay. bummer.

she should’ve fucking jumped like luke did. and maybe be retrieved on the falcon somehow. she should’ve expressed some pain. but no. rey’s just as calm as before. maybe even calmer, now that she knows the whole truth.

the death star sequence. dumb as hell to imagine the dagger has coordinates to the fucking wreckage of DS2??!??! who made it and when??!?!??! but let’s not overthink this. you get force powered rey making the ride with the skimmer and finding herself attacked by dark!rey..and then kylo come by and apparently knows this? because he tells her that now she’s tainted and can’t go back to leia either??!

WHAT THE FUCKKKK does JJ not know how the fucking force works??? i mean was it a fucking inside joke when han says that’s not how the force works in TFA??? uughghghgh. i know TROS is trying its best to almost completely retcon TLJ, but the way the Force was described there, like a balance, decay from where new life spawns, THAT WAS A GOOD THING FFS!!!!

no, JJ thinks that jedi are all pure beings and sith are dark brooding monsters and if a jedi or equivalent has even the faintest connection to the dark side, they’re fucking done!!!!!! (when the FUCKING OT SAYS THE FUCKING OPPOSITE, even a shred of goodness can help you get back to the light)

and if that was SUPPOSED to be KR’s way of getting rey to join him on his fieldtrip to exogol...my god he’s fucking dumb as hell. rey’s resisted his offer every fucking time (altho during the force call on pasaana he tells her he will turn her and she says we’ll see. she didn’t say no lmao), why would she fucking say yeah sure now? just because she had a fucking vision of dark herself??!?!?

still, dark!rey is fucking hot and i will probably cosplay her sometimes soon.

then comes the kylo - rey fight on the death star wreckage, where she attacks him, she’s aggressive, and is bested. and he’s about to kill her (even though he told her he has other plans, LOL) and then leia calls. or her call to her son finally reaches him (no more voicemail) and he falters, drops the saber and is impaled by rey.......who also senses leia’s passing.

and we have ben again and the scene with han solo plays and it’s pretty fucking emotional. but i wish he had said father and not dad. dad feels unearned. father would’ve worked best, especially for such a serious, stoic char like ben, dad is far too playful. i would’ve wanted a moment more of ben mourning his mother too, but the movie’s gotta be done in 30 mins so we have no time for allowing emotional moments to sink in. note: finn & poe are in such a rush to get to leia they don’t even have time to wait a sec to be told properly that she’s fucking dead. fuck you movie.

the scenes with luke are good. of course, luke backtracks all of his development in TLJ (because fuck you that’s why) and apparently everyone knew she was a palpatine but they still trained her because fuck logic? this is just like the PT where they end up training anakin because they made a promise to a dead guy. lmao. and how convenient is that there’s another lightsaber, otherwise how would rey make an x at the end to (presumably) end palpatine?? hmmm. i said the jedi leia scene/flashback worked for me the first time i saw it, but in hindsight, the scene and motivation really takes a steaming dump on leia’s character, a mother afraid of her son and unwilling to help him. fuck you JJ. we never needed leia wielding a lightsaber. we only wanted leia using the force in some way that felt organic to her character. (sidestep: up until attack of the clones? when yoda first uses a lightsaber, i assumed he was enlightened and didn’t need actual weapons to wield the force. well, i hoped leia could be like that enlightened master yoda. but like all bad things in the SW universe, she ended up being as awful as puppet yoda with a toothpick lightsaber, cause how would we know she’s a jedi otherwise????)

so. because she refused kylo, and ended up alone on exogol and with the resistance trapped there, she’s actually considering palpatine’s offer??! and realises she has maybe another option when she senses ben’s there too??! then why the fuck didn’t they go together??!?! oh wait. i forgot she wanted to exile herself on ach-to LMAO.

and still. the whole palpatine plot train-wreck could’ve still worked had they actually used the pretty cool concept of Force Dyad for something good. i mean, KR tells this to rey on the destroyer. but apparently palp can’t do the math and is surprised when he takes a sip of their life essences??! like what the actual fuck, why isn’t palpatine aware of this?? if he (+plagueis) made vader and then he conceived his son. and then vader had leia and leia had ben and palp’s son had rey........why is KR able to put this together and not the FREAKING MASTER PUPPETEER of the whole fucking galaxy??!?!

anyway. back to the force dyad. we have awsome ben solo and rey reunited. ready to fight palps. but no. he freezes them and sucks the life force out of them. maybe the power of the force dyad of light users could be harmful to a sith?!??! maybe the power of a force dyad would help ben & rey resist palp?! maybe the power of a force dyad could be used to defeat palp?

but no. we get ben solo thrown into a pit so that palp and rey could reenact whitney houston’s hit

or, even worse, the year’s most anticipated battle of one liners: endgame. yeah, it was cool to hear all the jedi clamouring for rey, but this could’ve still worked as the jedi finally supporting ben skywalker organa solo for fucking once in the guy’s lifetime.

but no. JJ said fuck ben solo. he’s only good to give the life back to rey, then he can fuck off. i am not a reylo and i am not too bothered by ben’s death, as much as i am by his misuse. i mean, in such movies, we never really have to deal with reformed bad guys making amends. vader died, and so in a way, ben dying too and not having to be courtmartialled is actually convenient.

i have read some analysis where ben & rey being happy together is the undoing of anakin’s sad demise and brings peace to the skywalker line rather than pain and despair and that’s a valid premise, but realistically, ben’s death makes sense. they’d never be happy together in a hut somewhere, because ben still has to pay for a lot of damage. BUT his death is nothing but the crippling of the skywalker line, after a palp had defeated the palps. his death has little meaning in the story. them being a force dyad has little meaning, apart from powering palps back to his rots appearance. lmao

and finally, the death of ben is never mourned, never acknowledged. no-one is even told on screen about his return to the light (maybe maz felt it, when leia’s body vanished...) and his deeds. that kinda sucks. because luke took a moment to have a ceremony for vader, the force ghosts came through. here...we get nothing.

and then rey buries the anakin saber and leia’s saber on tatooine in sand no less (we need a sketch of anakin loudly complaining to rey about this)... and instead of finally accepting herself as being sufficient, she tacks on the legacy name. well done JJ.

(that was me when the credits rolled).

now, i love the OT more than life itself and the films give us meta to fill libraries. they are not perfect movies, but they are good, they tell a wonderful story with amazing characters and i will never stop loving them.

then the PT is made of really bad movies that now, in the light of TROS, surprisingly still come together as a trilogy far better than the ST lmao.

i still believe that the PT undermines and ruins Vader’s redemption in ROTS, because now you know exactly what he did (reminder: killed 30 children) and it’s hard to swallow. in the end, he dies to save his son and takes down the big bad so we can accept that he gains redemption in luke’s eyes alone and not necessarily in the audience’s. but ben solo didn’t even get that. he got thrown into a pit and crawled out only to give rey life lol.

anyway, TFA was okay at first, but i always had a huge gripe, aka the misuse of Leia and the complete silence on her being a Force user. like don’t even need ligthsaber fights from her, just gimme something explicit of her using the Force. she could’ve at the very fucking least sensed KR when he swoops in and abducts Rey on Takodana. but no. JJ fridged Leia from the get go, because he had no clue what to do with her. and then he fucked her character completely with what he believed was the flashback the fans wanted....UFHGHGHGH

JJ also and truly fridged Luke, because he had no idea what to do with Luke and the whole Force legacy either. he wanted to write a fun Han Solo adventure and by gods he did.

so, Luke. the guy vanishes the opening crawl tells us. he wasn’t abducted, so he must’ve exiled himself. people hating TLJ’s so called character assassination when it comes to Luke should point fingers at the real culprit, JJ. how could Luke do such a thing and run away (like JJ wrote him do) if he hadn’t done something significantly wrong?? it had to be FUCKING HORRIBLE. and so it is. because what Luke did was horrible and it set up for the fall to the dark side of poor, conflicted, manipulated and unloved Ben Solo. but had it not been THIS awful, then Luke’s self imposed exile, shame and guilt wouldn’t have made any fucking sense. so, TLJ haters, think again WHO was the person who wrote Luke running away for 10 years and allowing all that shit to happen?? it wasn’t Rian Johnson, that’s for sure. he merely justified the absence in a way that made sense plot-wise and actually character-wise too.

on repeated viewing, TFA isn’t that good, it’s a rehash of ANH and the stakes are never as good as the original movies. we all kinda know the heroes will save the day

TLJ, i liked, but the canto bight plot really falls flat. this is where RJ did some char assassinations: Poe. Poe is the cocky pilot who singlehandedly destroys the Resistance’s arsenal LMAO. and next scene he turns into sexist macho asshole trope itself, with his immediate and unfounded disdain of Holdo and her plans to keep our heroes safe. so he concocts a harebrained plan that doesn’t work. maybe it was intended as a refreshing look over this trope of barely a plan of the heroes always coming to fruition at the very last second, but the way it’s presented, it somehow really undermines all the characters involved, including newcomer Rose. at the start a breath of fresh air in the age of mindless heroics, the voice of reason, soon enough she too is pulled apart and becomes a sudden love interest...?? she is then reduced to a side’s side char in TROS, but she has space buns, so that’s cool right? that’s what SW is all about, women in space buns. fuck!

and yet, TLJ handled Luke, Leia, KR and Rey wonderfully and laid down some great ideas, Rey having no lineage, the Force Bond between her and KR, the catalyst for KR’s fall to the dark side, the little good in him, as sensed by both Leia and Rey...and set up a finale where, i believed and hoped, KR would be the main villain.

with the trailer spelling the probable return of palpatine, i kinda lost faith in TROS before it even hit the theaters. in fact, my faith in the movie was shot the moment JJ was brought on board.

we had a new villain, another race against time to save the day, and our heroes tell us again and again that it’s fine to share the burden, that they are not alone, that there are more good guys than bad - and when the ARMY OF PEOPLE came to exogol, it’s a wonderful scene. it works for me and it did both times. i know it’s awful that no-one came to leia’s call on crait, but here lando picks up (when lando says hello there, it’s not only panties that drop) half the galaxy, but somehow it still made me well up.

but, despite this very explicit message, our heroine fights alone. she faces palps alone and almost makes a bad decision, is alone in her final battle, is alone at the end. how truly horrible. instead of having ben and rey defeat palps together, rey has to do it alone, out of faux-feminism. it’s sickening. it’s stupid. and that’s not star wars and the star wars message. luke was not alone at the end, he was with friends, with family.

but she’s from a bad bloodline and she should die childless. ughhh. totally not hopeful, totally not satisfying message to have for the finale of the skywalker saga.

#tros #the rise of skywalker #full review

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madonna-la-cardinalessa · 5 years

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Another tag by my beautiful friend @tiffany-of-wales which I am glad to do finally :D

Flower tag:

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?

Unicorns. And I also believe that what we call mythical creatures once did exist and somewhere still do.

lavender; soundcloud or vinyls?

May I say CDs instead? I always like to have a CD booklet and like own the CD, putting it in my cupboard and say “ Look, I own this.” – not only on an online platform.

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?

Hmmm. Everyone? I do not think every book if for everyone but I recommend classics from Goethe, Schiller, Lessing and Shakespeare.

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?

I share some clothes with my mom. But if I had a boyfriend rn I would love to cuddle in his hoodies at times I think^^”

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?

That I finished my bachelor’s thesis. I learned so much and I hope the work was worth it so that I pass it and get a good mark!

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?

That I will try to get things done now that I have time during Corona.

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests?

Forests!

whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Definitely not Ö.ö

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits?

Yes!

apricot drift; how do you feel right now?

Bored. I don’t like the current situation.

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?

Omg this night I dreamed sm shit, I swear. I was horse riding at night in the forests (no sane soul would do that lol) and found a deserted planetarium.

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now?

Getting a good mark on my bachelor’s thesis xD Oh, and I hope that I will be able to visit Rome this year – we had to cancel the Rome trip that was planned in a week for obvious reasons..

lavender dream; turn ons/offs?

Dangerous vibes/ being clingy and/or wimpy.

water lilly; when was the last time you cried?

Last week I think. Maybe the one before that.

lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?

No.

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream?

Depends, actually I do both.

honey perfume; favorite movie ever?

Hände weg von Mississippi (2007), Die Wilden Hühner (2006), most Studio Ghibli movies.

desert rose; do you like yourself?

Yes, I do.

snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?

Yes, I did.

night owl; how many countries have you visited?

Only 5.

heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle?

Many, many times. I love visiting castles and monasteries.

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?

Riding nearly every day into the woods with my high speed thoroughbred? xD Does that count? My girl is FAST.

lantana; what’s on your mind right now?

My horse Poly <3

pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign?

I’m a Capricorn.

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.

1. Even though I may look like it, I am no party girl at all.

2. Since childhood I had to deal with envy towards me which is why I never had many friends.

3. My best friend and I broke up several times – we’re both stubborn but we love each other a lot.

4. My love for history started with a documentary I watched when I was about 14. It was about vampirism in the balkan states. And it manifested with watching “The Tudors”, since then I knew that I wanted to study history – and now I do.

5. Without my friend Sandy I would have never settled down in church history during the Renaissance.

daphne; do you believe in karma?

Absolutely.

queen of the meadow; ever been in love?

Never with a person from this time period, no. I hope I will in near future tough.

wisteria; whom do you admire and why?

People who don’t spend their time with overthinking what other people might think of them.

angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

The tales my father invented for me.

remember me; did you make someone laugh today?

My dog when I offered him a bit of my banana.

iris; do you believe in ghosts?

Yes.

lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit?

That is hard. Renaissance Italy sure is fascinating but 17th century Europe comes to my mind more often, it’s weird.

caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not?

Maybe not living forever, But I would not mind at all staying young and beautiful as long as I live xD

primula; what makes you sad?

What mankind does to the world, to the earth to it’s creatures: plants and animals. I think we deserve to suffer and die out.

rain lily; was today typical? why/why not?

No, since everything is upside down thanks to Corona.

queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most?

Myself.

Lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today?

Toast with Nutella and fennel tea. <3.

forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life?

I wished I had done more social things during my teens. I was always studying and reading with my head in the clouds. I wonder how things would be different now when I had been in relationships earlier etc.

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe?

Torn between LOTR and Harry Potter.

violet; favorite tv show?

Borgia, now and always.

sunflower; share a favorite quote.

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like?

Getting up early, go seeing my horse and take a long ride into the woods. The weather would be cold but sunny. After having a nice lunch with my mom I would relax in the afternoon and then go visiting my best friend, for dinner we would have sushi and watch a nice movie together like best friends do. When I got home I would watch an episode of Borgia to relax and then go to bed <3.

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?

Reading, writing, history, horse riding, dreaming…..

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.

In Neil Gaiman’s Coraline when Coraline is about to find the last child’s soul and the other crazy old man says: “You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.” I feel that sm.

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?

Partying maybe? I am a very shy person and would feel uncomfortable but I am afraid I miss something always staying at home at night.

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger?

Mostly about my age, but I like the guys to be older than me tbh.

sweet pea; who means the world to you?

My horse Poly.

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read?

Actually I really enjoy Ludwig von Pastor’s History of the Popes. It may have it’s flaws but I it is really good researched and I appreciate all the notes and footnotes. Even though it’s academic literature it is still enjoyable to read.

foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character?

Sailor Moon! If that counts as a cartoon.

magnolia; coffee or tea?

Tea, I have one right now.

crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved?

Can’t I have both?

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?

I love both but probably more a dog person.

bell flower; what is your biggest addiction?

History.

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?

Yes, we are so small, aren’t we? And yet mankind pretends to be so special and to know everything. How pitiful.

moonflower; what’s your favorite color?

Fir Green.

freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not?

I think so, yes.

sundrop; are you a morning or a night person?

A morning person.

poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness?

Yes, but I try to lock it inside.

clover; how would your friends describe you?

Calm but clever.

dandelion; do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert?

Introvert.

lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?

In romance novels I am always waiting for the s*x passages lol xD Probably because this kind of thing is missing in my life atm xD

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.

Astute, spiritual, special.

lotus; best memory as a child?

The holidays in Bavaria. Nothing was more beautiful.

angelonia; what is your eye and hair color?

Smokey grey, blonde.

dahlia; do you like crystals?

Yes.

buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?

Let everything bad for the environment disappear.

baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house?

Slytherin.

calendula; biggest pet peeve?

Pollution.

blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet?

If you read everything till now you will now – stay home with my pet and watch a movie/read a book. xD

blazing star; share a secret.

Why would I?

carnation; would you rather live longer or happier?

Happier.

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?

I stopped looking for rolemodels but try to live and be the best I can.

bluebell; do you wear glasses?

Nope.

And I tag everyone who wants to do this :D

#about me #me

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imperial-martian · 5 years

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Sculpture - Chapter One {Mycroft Holmes x Reader}

A/N: Mycroft is out of character throughout the entire story. He is only this way towards the reader and their is a reason as to why he is. Their is a sequel that I have planned for this story for months. It goes on to explain the backstory of the reader and explains why Mycroft acts the way he does with the reader.

If you dislike the fact that Mycroft is out of character, don’t read this story then. I do hope you all enjoy that do decide to read this!

The sound of your laughter was the only sound that filled the relatively silent manor- the only other sounds being a ticking clock and the man before you, who was currently trying, and somehow failing, to set a tea cup down after accidentally spilling some on himself.

Wiping the tears that clouded your vision, you stood up from your usual reading spot by the electric fireplace that stood by the corner of the room and made your way over to the, now, struggling man. You sighed gently, shaking your head playfully at the auburn-haired man before you.

"Damn," he mumbled just as you grabbed the pocket square from the breast pocket of his blazer, carefully beginning to dab at his, once, crisp button-up. You bit your lip on concentration, making sure not to allow his damp shirt touch his skin. You didn't want the hot tea that spilled on it to burn him more than it already had.

Rubbing his pale hands, which have now reddened a bit due to the scalding tea, he looked down at you. Curiously, he watched as you carefully wiped his button-up, his eyes following your hand as you wiped down his shirt, following a trail of tea that had stopped just before his abdomen.

You had backed away once you made sure that his clothes weren't nearly as damp as before. You watched as he smoothed down his shirt, an unconscious habit of his, and smiled softly now that you knew his clothes weren't as hot as before and could touch his chest without the worry of it causing him pain.

"You're slipping Mycroft," you teased, folding his slightly damp pocket square and placing it on his desk before turning to look up at the taller man with a soft grin plastered on your lips. Gently, you patted his chest, missing the spot where the tea had spilt, and giving the man a small smirk, which he returned with narrowed eyes and a slight head tilt to show that he clearly wasn't amused.

"Am I?" he questioned rhetorically, raising his brow playfully at you. "Why do you think that is?" he asked, watching as your grin faded and you now brought a finger up to your lip as you thought, which only caused him to grin now.

You looked up to meet his gaze when you noticed his grin, your gentle e/c eyes searching his pale blue ones to find any answer that he had for his own question in them. Mycroft's lacked emotions, like they usually did, however, you learned to see the hidden ones in time. Working with Mycroft Holmes for nearly twelve years gave you time to find the subtle hints of emotions in his eyes, or even just his thoughts on a subject by his body language.

Mycroft was truly a mystery to you, and yet you noticed the softness in his pale blue eyes. The softness that only grew the more he looked into your gentle e/c ones.

"Hmmm, I'm not quite sure, Mr. Holmes"- he raised a brow, knowing that you only called him that when you were acting innocent towards him -"Why don't you tell me."

Mycroft narrowed his eyes again, knowing exactly what game you were playing and planning to make sure he was the winner of it.

He didn't break eye contact with you, if he did he'd be letting you win and he simply could not let that happen- he had started this game and he would finish it. Mycroft knew all the emotions you were feeling at the moment: amusement, enthusiasm and the most common and visible of them all being care.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he walked passed you, gently brushing his shoulder with yours as he made his way to the door so he could head upstairs and change.

"I have no idea, my dear," Mycroft replied, looking over his shoulder to look at you, "it's part of the reason why I asked."

You crossed your arms and wiggled a finger at Mycroft, your alternative to pointing it at him. "Then what was the other reason you asked?" you wondered, watching as Mycroft turned the door handle and pushed the door open a bit, leaving it ajar.

Mycroft was still looking over his shoulder, his structure showing his usual demeanor, but his lips showing you the playfulness he was currently feeling.

"Oh, Miss L/N, surely you know what the answer to that is," Mycroft urged, chuckling softly when you only returned his statement with a shake of your head. "Well, if you must know," he started, turning around and grinning wickedly to himself. "Maybe you are the reason I am slipping."

You heard the door open a bit more and the sound of Mycroft's footsteps walking towards the stairs that led to the second floor. You stuttered to reply back, having not expected Mycroft to flirt with you, especially in such an obvious, verbal way.

He chuckled, hearing your struggle and called back out to you from where he stood, "kidding!" Then, he finally made his way up the stairs and walked into his room, shutting the door behind him.

By the time Mycroft had returned back to the office after having taken a quick shower to ensure that he didn't get sticky due to the honey and sugar in his tea, he wore a new button up, a light grey one, and completely disregarded the blazer he would usually wear around the house.

You noticed that he kept the same trousers, those haven't had a single drop of tea spill onto them. It was a simple black trouser that could have been completely different from the one he wore before had it not had a piece of string that hung from the left foot hole right before the fibula. You smiled proudly to yourself, knowing that your deduction, something that Mycroft taught you a bit about through the years, was right and that he simply found no point in wearing a new pair of trousers when this one was perfectly clean.

Now, you were nowhere near as good at deductions as Mycroft or even his younger brother who had come up in many conversations between you and your employer, but you still tried your best to notice things others wouldn't bother looking for.

You blinked a bit as you heard the sound of the door shutting and began to focus on Mycroft, who's back was facing towards you as he took a step back from the door. Smiling at the man softly, you turned back around and faced his desk where you had organized some of his files while he was gone.

Mycroft walked towards his chair, sitting down upon it once he reached it. Noticing the nearness on his desk instantly, he hummed and looked up towards you.

Smiling genuinely, he said, "Thank you, Y/N," before leaning back a bit and observing you for a short moment.

"Of course Mycroft," you replied, shrugging to show that it was really no problem.

Thinking to yourself again, now that you were both sitting in enjoyable silence once again, you took the time to think about how almost twelve years ago you were living in such disarray. You weren't proud of your past, by any means, but the one man in front of you was able to turn your entire world around within just a few years.

Sure, he hadn't been as nice to you as he is now. It took at least two years for him to finally ease up around you, and another two for him to give you the position of his in-house personal assistant and not just his personal assistant.

It took years for Mycroft to actually open up about his emotions to you. Six years to be exact. Before that, he was just your stuck up boss who had saved you on the streets that winter night. Of course, you had stuck with him having been far too thankful for what he had done for you since that night.

Yet, your relationship grew with time, like most things in the world, and although it was strictly professional he had deemed you a friend, a word he dared not to say.

It was rather strange, how things had seemed to change between you both, because, although it took years, Mycroft seemed to open up to you rather willingly. Of course, he had been hesitant when telling you something, and even though you weren't sure why he had so freely told you the things he did anyways, you were glad he had. Not only had it improved your trust in him, but you had then told him things that you would never have told to anyone else.

Mycroft, already having deduced what you had told him, still listened. He knew that you needed to verbalize your issues, and even though it was hard for you to do so, he encouraged you the best he could while still giving you the option to stop the conversation where it was.

And you smiled now, knowing that you couldn't wish for anyone else to be your friend. So, looking up at Mycroft as he began to write something down on a crisp white sheet of paper, you leaned forward.

"Y'know, we should really go out for ice cream like we used to," you stated with a soft chuckle as you saw him look up at you with a raised brow.

He grinned before replying back with a simple nod and standing up after he checked the time. "Well, shall we then?" he asked before quickly debating with himself if he should grab a blazer or not, but looking back at you and realizing you were grabbing the sweater on the back of your chair, he decided to grab his.

"I suppose we shall," you hummed, letting your hands slide through the sleeves of your sweater and waiting for Mycroft as he just threw his blazer of his shoulder.

Nodding, Mycroft walked towards the office door before holding it open for you and walking out behind you and doing the same with the front door.

"Let's walk," you said softly, knowing that the ice cream parlor was only a twenty-minute walk and that it was far too nice out for the both of you to be sitting in a car.

Mycroft chuckled and looked over at you, grinning slightly. "Alright," he whispered before walking out to the front of the driveway.

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11 Questions

Tagging @seokanori @artsyblacksheep @vorchagirl @naromoreau @starsandskies @alyssalenko @lauraemoriarty @inquartata30 @wickedwitchofthewilds No obligations

Favourite meal of the day and what food is it?

Early or late riser? How early is early? How late is late?

Ideal vacation - How long? Where to?

What’s the first thing you buy

Any fic or art of yours you would like to show or share with us?

Any good media or games you have consumed recently?

Coffee or tea and how do you take it?

3 favourite traits of your OC

The oldest friendship you have and how did you meet (if it isn’t too private)

3 favourite things about your OTP

Favourite way to relax

My responses to the questions I’ve got are below the cut.

Tagged by @dafan7711 THANK YOU!!

What background sounds are keeping you company today?

It’s mostly the sound of the air-conditioner, as well as the sound of the clips being played from my colleagues’ edit suites.

What game(s) have you played lately, and what did you think of them? Or older recommendations?

I’m doing a NG+ playthrough for Assassin’s Creed Odyssey. I really enjoy the Assassin’s Creed games for making combat enjoyable especially in the recent games and how you can vary your game styles. Of course Kassandra is love!

What’s a happy thing that happened this week?

Let me think... I’ll have to say so far (since it’s only Tuesday today) It’s returning to a longfic after a long time away. I’m on the editing phase of things and I’ve sending off the edited chapters to my partner in crime @seokanori. I look forward to her reactions to the complete chapters

What’s something that impressed you this week?

Got the floof to the vet yesterday. I’m impressed by the care she gets from them despite her fear about being there.

Where would you like a friend to take you to breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Any price range or location in the world.

Where is tough... I think I want to try the typical breakfast, lunch and dinner that my friend enjoys. It’s not a matter of the price but more of the local cuisine that I’m interested in. But if it is particular foods, Pancakes for breakfast, pizza for lunch, waffles for tea and fish and chips for dinner.

Do you need to get something off your chest? Be as vague or specific as you’d like.

Hmmm... I’m looking to get a home of my own. I’m going all in the adulting thing. I hope I don’t mess it up too badly.

Are you comfortable right now? Anything you need?

Currently? I can always use someone fixing my dog’s health for me. Otherwise I’m good. More time, maybe? So I can write.

What are you sitting on? Or standing on? Or Laying on?

A typical office chair

Do you daydream? Want to share something about that?

I don’t usually day dream but if I do it’s usually scenes from the fics I am working on. Sometimes it helps me figure out which way a story is going to go.

Do you remember dreams when you wake from sleep? Want to share?

Sometimes but usually I barely dream (or maybe I am just not remembering them)

What creative projects are you working on, do you dream of working on, or have you completed that you want to share about?

So many...

The Persephone Arc - Sara Ryder Pre-Andromeda prequel

The Lost Childhood - Riley Shepard’s origin story

Splintered Minds - @seokanori‘s Sara Ryder and post-game events

A whole bunch of Bad Things Happen prompts - BadThingsHappen™

The Misfortunes of Reyes Vidal - My funny series with @artsyblacksheep‘s Kate Ryder

The Sword and the Scabbard - OTP Cassandra and Lexington Trevelyan stories.

Most of them are on-going. You can find them here AO3

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What do you like best about your favorite Shepard/Ryder?

Riley Shepard - Definitely because she’s ace/aro. 100% but also her tenacity.

Sara Ryder - Her drive to do good even as personal cost (her relationship with Jaal)

How was your day, today?

Pretty good so far! Thank you.

Who is your favorite actor/actress and why?

Tatiana Masalany. Her acting on the Orphan Black just blew my mind! Anyone who hadn’t watch it, should.

Tell me about why you love your favorite wild animal.

Wolf, I love wolves and foxes too. But mostly wolves, their pack mentality means they are never alone, they work together for the good for their pack.

What’s your favorite childhood toy?

Hmmm... the PS1? Or is that not childhood enough. Maybe the Sega? I’ve spend hours playing Sonic with my brother.

What are your 3 favorite movies?

Edge of Tomorrow, Spirited Away, Your Name

What’s your favorite season?

There are no seasons here in Singapore but if i’m travelling, fall is my favourite.

Cake or pie?

Don’t make me choose... can’t I have both? But mostly cake. xD

If you could be a cartoon character for a week, who would it be?

Doramon. I want his pocket that holds so much treasures!

Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

erm... it’s too hot to sleep under the sheets here. So technically tucked in?

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Danganronpa: Away Chapter 3: Only Human (Part 3)

I woke up the next day. It was at that point I realized that I had fallen asleep at some point. “I’ve got too much on my mind,” I said. “I could stand to relax a little.” I got dressed and left my room.

As I was heading to the stairs, I had heard a scream coming from the girl’s hall. I rushed over to check it out. When I got there, I saw Sophie running back and forth screaming while Annabelle, Elliot, and May were trying to calm her down. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“Cassy and Tammy aren’t in their rooms!” shouted Sophie. “They could be dead!”

“Calm down” said May. “We don’t know that.”

“I have an idea of where to look for them,” said Pierce, coming into the conversation nonchalantly. “I saw them last night heading to the library.”

“What were you doing out?” asked Annabelle.

“Grabbing a midnight snack,” said Pierce.

“Well, we don’t have any better ideas” said Elliot. “Let’s go!”

We all ran toward the library. Once we got there, we saw Cassy passed out at a table next to a pile of books. “That’s one” I said. “Where’s the other?”

“Found her!” said May, staring into the computer lab. We rushed over there and saw Tammy asleep at the computer desk.

Later at breakfast, May slammed her hands against the table. “What happened?” she demanded.

“I just overworked myself slightly” said Cassy. “It’s no big deal.”

“Um, I also felt like I did that” said Tammy. “But I am sorry.”

“Also, correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t YOU worry when I wasn’t where you’d thought I’d be?” I asked.

“Yeah, well that’s different” said Cassy.

“We were worried about you two!” said May. “What if something had happened?!”

“You didn’t need to worry on my account” said Cassy. “Worry about everyone else all you like, but you don’t need to worry about me. If something happens to me, you guys could manage.”

“Don’t fucking say that!” said Buck. “If you think that you’re somehow less worthy of being worried over, you aren’t.”

“Yeah, that attitude is what lead to Troy being killed!” said Jay. Sophie looked down at the floor.

“What matters is we need to get out of here,” said Cassy, “and I'm willing to do what it takes, regardless of the consequences.”

“No!” said May. “Well, I mean, yes, getting out of here is important, but we need to be at our best to do it!”

“She’s right” said Pierce. “If you work yourself to the bone, you won’t have enough energy to deal with Monokuma the next time he has a motive. And we need you in top form.”

“Or when we do find something that helps us escape” I said. “We can’t come to you with evidence if you;re going to be so overworked that you can’t understand it.”

“Which is why today is a full relaxation day!” said May. “No excuses!”

“What?” said Cassy, extremely shocked.

“You heard me” said May.

“That’s preposterous” said Cassy.

“You know, I could use a break,” said Tammy.

“I know what you mean,” I said. “I feel tired and confused. I could use a break.”

“Then it’s settled. Today is a relaxation day!’ said May. “The first item on our agenda: Girl Time!”

“But I just said I wanted to be involved,” I said.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head” said May. “When I say ‘Girl Time’, I’m referring to the activities themselves. Anyone can join.”

“I’m good on that front,” said Jay. “I’m more of a manly type...but I guess if Troy were here, he’d say ‘Fool! It’s important to broaden your horizons, good sir. I’m in.’”

Seems accurate.

“Um, where are we going to have this?” Elliot asked.

“Yeah, four people in a single room is a bit of a crowd” said Sophie. “If all of us were in a room, I don’t think we’d have room to move about. Much less do anything girly.”

“Hmmm” said May. “You’re right about that.” May thought about for a bit. “Got it! We can use the gym! Just give me an hour or so to prep it.” She left.

“What is she up to?” I asked.

“Well, I’m sure she has a good idea,” said Tammy. “So let’s leave her be.”

We disbursed for the time being. We kind of just did our usual morning routines. However, the gym was closed off. Eventually May rallied us to the gym “ladies and gentlemen, I present to you a girly paradise.” She opened the door and we saw a bunch of girly air mattresses, a pile of pillows, a make-up station, a non-alcoholic fruity drink station, and a TV. “I got it all from the store.”

“This is incredible” I said.

“Wow” said Tammy.

“It’s gorgeous!” said Elliot.

“Pillow fighting. I see” said Pierce.

“You know what, this actually kind of cool” Jay said.

“Wow, Millie would fucking love this” said Buck.

“It’s...so…” Cassy said. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Everyone saw that and wanted to help. “What’s the matter?” May asked.

“It’s nothing” said Cassy, covering her eyes with her arm. “It’s just the last time I had girl time like this was the day before the first day of school. I miss my friends so much. I bet they miss me too. And then I think about everyone else’s friends. How they’ll never get to see them again. It’s just…*sniff”

“It’s OK” said May, hugging Cassy. “Just let it out. This is what this is for.”

I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. I came up to Cassy, placed her hand on her shoulder, and said “It’s OK Cassy. We’ll get out of here, and we’ll catch the Ultimate Killer and make him pay for all of this.”

Cassy’s crying slowed down. “I know…it’s just…”

“I know” I said. “But you know you can’t do your job if you’re over-stressed. And that over stresses us, and then we can’t do our jobs.”

Cassy sniffed some more. “OK,” she said.

“Well, with that settled, I suggest we start our movie” said May. “of course, you can all do what you would like in here.”

I decided to watch the movie, along with May, and Cassy. Jay, Elliot, Buck, and Pierce went to have a pillow fight. Duke, and Tammy were at the drink station. Andy, Annabelle, and Sophie went to the make-up station.

I was relaxing on one of the air mattresses and enjoying the movie. Of course, it was a little hard with four competitive people pillow fighting.

“This is a competition,” said Elliot. “How am I not winning full stop?”

“Because, this is a pillow fight” Pierce said. “And in a pillow fight, pillows are the weapons. As such, I am an expert.”

“No fair” said Elliot.

“Stop running, asshole!” Buck said.

“Make me!” Jay replied.

“WILL YOU STOP?! We’re getting to the good part!” May shouted, pausing the movie. The four of them looked sad. “I’m sorry. It’s just, this is my favorite movie, and I want others to enjoy it as well.”

“It’s all good” said Jay. “I’m thirsty anyway. I’m going to grab a drink.”

“Yeah, since this is paused, I’m going to do the same,” I said.

“I think I’ll go too” said Cassy.

“OK, but I don’t want to wait too long,” said May. As we were getting drinks, Sophie wet up to May and whispered something in her ear. I thought nothing of it. Big mistake.

The two of them came up to Cassy and me, and in an unsettling voice, May said “Justin. Cassy. Why don’t we get you two some make-up?”

“Uhhhhhh, no?” I said.

“Come on. It’ll be fun” said Sophie. They grabbed us and dragged us to the make-up station.

“It’s not so bad” said Andy, covered in make-up. “It’s actually kind of fun.” “I mean, as good as you look, I’m not very comfortable right now,” I said.

“And I prefer applying my own make-up” said Cassy. I didn’t even notice she was wearing make-up.

“How about we just start with some fingernail polish and we’ll go from there?” Sophie asked

“Fine” I related.

“I think Justin would look good in a baby blue” said Sophie.

“I was thinking the same thing!” said May. They started applying it. “With Cassy, I was thinking of alternating black and pink.”

“It’s like you’ve read my mind” said Sophie.

“Wait! I told you I can do it myself” said Cassy. She took the pink nail polish and started painting it lightly on one finger.

“Come on, I wanna finish the movie” sai May.

“I like to take my time” said Cassy. “But if you insist.” She started painting her nails more aggressively. She started to laugh and continued with each stroke.

“Wh-what’s that?” Sophie said.

“I’m sorry. I'm a bit ticklish” said Cassy.

“I guess you can stop” said Annabelle.

“Are you sure?” Cassy said, genuinely confused.

“Yeah. That was creepy” said May.

“I actually want to finish it though, because you’re right, it does look good” said Cassy. She finished her nails, laughing all the while, which freaked out everyone else. I thought it was kind of cute though. When she was done, she asked “How do they look?”

“They look beautiful” said Sophie.

“Now, what do you think about Justin’s?” Annabelle asked, holding up my hand.

“I think they look good as well” Cassy said.

“Well then let’s let them dry as we finish the movie” said May. Everyone else joined us to finish the movie. After it finished, May was crying. “The ending gets me every time,” she said.

“I enjoyed it as well,” said Jay. “Well, the parts I’ve seen.”

“Yeah, that is a good movie. I like the chemistry between the two leads” said Duke.

“Was that a joke?” Tammy asked.

“No, but I see why you think that” said Duke.

“So, what’d you think?” I asked Cassy.

“I’ve seen the movie before. I think it’s a good movie” said Cassy.

“So have I, but what did you think this time?” I asked again.

“It was...more enjoyable with you guys” said Cassy. “And I guess I needed it.”

“Alright, round two is swimming!” said May.

“But we just put on make-up!” Andy cried out.

“If you want, I could help you with make-up regularly” Sophie said.

“Besides, that was just for fun,” May said.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t leave you like that” Annabelle said. “You have a little too much make-up on.”

“Oh. OK” Andy said.

“Well, at least I can get this stuff off my nails” I said.

“Same” Cassy said.

“Actually, we used water-proof fingernail polish” Sophie said.

“Yeah, that stuff’s not coming off without some remover” Annabelle said.

“Oh” I said.

“Anyway, let’s head to the pool!” May said.

We all headed to the pool. May was waiting outside the locker rooms to make sure everyone was in. She looked happy, but I could tell something was off. “You alright?” I asked.

“Yeah” May said. “Actually…”

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Well...it’s just I wanted to get some pool toys,” May said. “But I couldn’t find anything.”

Now there’s something I could help with. “I got some pool toys,” I said.

“Really?” May said.

“Yeah. I can bring them for you” I said.

“Really? That would be great!” May said.

“See you in a few” I said. I got the pool toys and I went into the locker room.

It was somewhat quiet in the boy’s locker room. I did get a good look at everyone else’s swimsuit though. Andy had these black trunks with white lines and pockets with white buttons. Pierce had blue trunks with a wing pattern forming around the entirety of them. Duke had these black speedos that looked like boxer-briefs and had a red line going down the sides. He was also wearing a black swimming cap and red goggles with blue lenses. Jay had these generic looking red trunks.

Duke finally broke the silence with “So Jay. Why do you just have regular trunks?”

“I don’t really swim” he said.

“I could teach ya” said Duke. “I’m great at swimming.”

Jay smiled and said “That’s not it. I’m just physically incapable of swimming.”

This was something. “I thought you were good at all sorts of physical activities,” I said.

“Yeah, but my body has hardened up so much that I just sink” Jay said. “I can go into shallow water, but if I’m in over my head, I’m SOL.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I said.

We walked out and met the girls at the pool area. I finally got to see what Tammy’s swimsuit was like. It was a pink frilly one piece. It suited her well. “So, are we ready?” Tammy asked.

“Sure, but what are we doing?” Duke said.

“Well, two things” May said. “First, a high dive competition!”

“Alright, I guess I’ll judge” Jay siad.

“Come on, don’t be chicken” Elliot said.

“He’s not being chicken, he’s being safe” I said.

“Are you afraid of heights?” Elliot asked.

“Nope” Jay said. “I just sink in water.”

The girls were confused, so I explained it to them. “Oh, I see,” Elliot said.

“I’m going to sit this one out too. I am afraid of heights” Andy said.

“Well, we can’t have an even number of judges” May said. “So, is there anyone else who wants to sit out?”

“I will” said Cassy. “I just don’t feel like actually doing this.”

“OK, then it’s settled! Now we just need to determine an order” May said.

We decided on an order, and it was Buck, Duke, Tammy, May, Me, Pierce, Annabelle, Sophie, and Elliot.

Buck jumped off of the diving board. “CANNON BALL!” he said, crashing into the water. He came up and gave a thumbs up.

“This is a diving competition” Cassy said.

“WELL I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!” Buck said.

“It was explained as such” Andy said.

Duke jumped off the diving board, doing a perfect dive. When Duke got out of the water he was greeted with a “That was amazing!” from Jay.

“Told ya I knew how to swim,” Duke said.

Tammy was nervous, having to follow up Duke. However, she kept her composure and did a dive. When she got out she heard “There really wasn’t much of a splash” from Jay.

“Well, her stature is on the small side, so I can’t really blame her” Cassy said.

“Come on guys!” Tammy said.

May jumped off the diving board and did five somersaults before diving into the water. “How’s that for mixing it up?” May said.

“A little showy, don’t you think?” Andy said. The other two nodded. May was dejected. “But otherwise, it was solid” Andy said. The other two nodded again, and May lit up.

I was up next. I was preparing to jump off when I slipped. I was scared at first, but I managed to do a dive. I came up relieved. “Rocky start, but glorious finish” Jay said. “Don’t you think so too Cassy?”

“Yes” said Cassy, slightly embarrassed at what Jay was getting at.

“Um, I’m a judge too” Andy said.

Pierce was on the diving board studying the thing. He then jumped off, did a flip, and then landed with a big splash. “How’d I do?” he asked, after getting out. He then saw all three judges soaked. “Oh. My bad.”

Annabelle was next. She jumped with the confidence of a trained professional. She did a few spins and then dove in. She emerged and said “Impressed?”

The judges were shocked. “I am” said Andy.

Sophie was now on the diving board. She approached cautiously, but slipped like me. She was falling, but at the last minute she turned it into a dive. She emerged laughing. “That was lucky” Jay said.

Elliot was up last. She approached the edge with elegance, and then dived gracefully into the water below. “Well, how I’d do?” she said, emerging confidently. All the judges were shocked.

After some deliberation, the judges came to a conclusion. Jay presented the results. “In third place: Duke! In second place: Annabelle! And in first place (like you'd need to ask): Elliot!”

“OMG, thank you” Elliot said.

“You all did well” Cassy said. “Except Buck.”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know it was a diving competition?!” he shouted.

“I clearly said that that’s what it was,” May said.

After everyone composed themselves, May introduced the next thing we were doing. “OK, Justin was nice enough to bring some pool toys, so I suggest we just play with them, or generally hang out in the area,” she said. I handed out pool toys to everyone. Some played with them, while others went over to the hot tub. Some people switched over time. Cassy even decided to play around for a little bit. I liked seeing her come out of her shell.

Jay, however, remained in the hot tub. His butt was firmly planted there. It was so firmly planted that it took Buck, Pierce, and I to help him out. “Told ya I sink” Jay said.

“No foolin” I said.

“Well, that’s it for this activity,” May said.

“Man, I’m hungry” Tammy said.

“Well, it is 6” Annabelle said.

“You’re kidding” Tammy said.

“So, we skipped lunch?” Duke said.

“Well, kind of” May said. “I’m planning a big dinner, so I didn’t want everyone to be full-ish before hand.”

“I see” said Duke. “In that case, I’m willing to help.”

“Actually, I was kind of hoping for Justin’s help,” May said.

“Work? Really?” I said. “I guess I’ll do it, but…”

“Alright fine” May said. “You can relax. Duke, I guess you can help me. But I want someone else to help as well.”

Duke looked at her. “I understand.”

“I’ll help” said Tammy. “I might not be as good of a cook as Justin, but I know how to!”

“Thank you Tammy,” May said.

Everyone else left the pool area. I gathered up the pool toys, and then headed back myself. I was walking down the hall when one of the toys slipped out of my hand, and I slipped on it. Through a string of events which can be considered contrived, I somehow ended up being able to look into the girl’s locker room and I saw them changing. I don’t know if it was the hormones, or the fact that I got thrown around and banged off of walls and floors a lot, but my face was really red. Before things got too serious, I managed to grab everything and go. Thankfully, nobody saw me. I’d hate to have to explain that.

After we got done changing, we all met up outside the locker rooms. “So, it’s going to take a little while to make dinner,” May said. “So just hang out until we’re ready.

We did just that. Everyone went off and did their own thing. Pretty soon, we were all rounded up to go to the dining area. May presented everything. “Here we are,” she said. It was a sandwich making paradise. Everything you could ever ask for on a sandwich. They also made some soup to go with it.

I noticed a metal box. “What’s that for?” I asked.

“I’m glad you asked,” Duke said. “I made sure to prepare the tomatoes last so they didn’t contaminate anything. Further, I kept them in this box, so that anyone who wants them would have to get them from a secure location.”

“Well, thank you” I said.

“Don’t sweat it,” Duke said. We all grabbed our sandwiches and soup. It was great.

“This soup is excellent” I said.

“Thanks” said Tammy.

“We all worked on it” May said.

“Mind if I get the recipe?” I asked.

“Sure” Duke said, giving me a piece of paper.

“You wrote it down?” May said.

“In science, you have to write everything down,” Duke said. “Otherwise, if you find something, you can’t recreate it.”

“Yeah, but cooking’s an art,” May said.

“You take a set amount of something, apply chemical changes to it, and it becomes something else. It’s a science” Duke said.

“Yes, but you can innovate. Play with that. Create something new out of something old. Stylize it. It’s an art!” May said.

I chuckled. “WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!” They both screamed at me.

“I’m sorry” I said. “I was just thinking that this soup was so good that Renee would want to try her hand at it. That is, when we get out and I can deliver this to her.” The two of them calmed down. “And hearing that conversation reminded me of what would happen when this debate was posed to her. She’d say ‘I think cooking is unique because it’s both a science and an art. Everything needs to be just so, otherwise you can’t guarantee the flavor. In that way, it’s a science. But you don’t want to be bored with food either. A good chef can bring something new, something exquisite. They can evolve it, and change it, and do all sorts of things with it. In that way, it’s an art.’ She would love to see both of you arguing with such passion. She’s on both sides.” There was still some tension there, but it mostly came from the fact that they were both stubborn.

We ate late into the night. Afterwords, we decided to just go to bed. I felt so relaxed. It’s been a while since I’ve had that much fun. Of course, being in here kind of dampens that, but when we put our mind to it, we had fun. And I felt like if we put our heads together, we could get out. Little did we know that today was just the calm before the storm.

We awoke and grabbed breakfast. Most of us just ate leftover sandwiches and soup. The soup still tasted good in the morning. Renee would be impressed. However, an announcement played over the loudspeaker. “Attention everyone!” Monokuma blared out. “Please report to the gym at noon. This is not optional.” A sudden chill flew over us all.

We all went to the gym at noon. All of us were tense. Everything that happened yesterday felt like it didn’t matter in this moment. We knew what was about to happen.

Monokuma appeared to us juggling. “You know, if I, Monokuma, were to be accepted into Hope’s Peak, I would be the Ultimate Juggler” he said. He then dropped one of the balls he was juggling. “But even I’m not perfect. This is the theme for the latest motive.”

We were all confused. “What are you getting at?” Duke asked.

“This!” Monokuma said, pulling a blanked off of a monitor that was taller than it was wide. It had our faces on it in the following order: Me, Cassy, Buck, Andy, Tammy, Sophie, May, Elliot, Duke, Jay, Annabelle, Pierce. The fact that Pierce was last confused me. “Listen, nobody’s perfect, right? But as Ultimates, you’d hate to see what you did wrong regarding your talent. Life isn’t fair, however, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Starting tomorrow at noon, I am going to reveal a failure of yours concerning your talent one at a time in the order you see before you. And just so there’s no confusion, I’ve sent you what I’m going to reveal about you on your monopads. Of course, this will all stop once someone kills someone.”

Everyone checked their monopads. Their faces were in many different shapes of disgust and horror. I decided to check mine. I didn’t think I had something too bad, considering I only recently figured out my ultimate talent. I was wrong. My heart sunk. “Failed to convict the Ultimate Killer when they had the chance.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa fanfiction #Dangan Ronpa Away #Justin #Cassy #Duke #May #Tammy #Andy #Jay #Annabelle #elliot #Sophie #Buck #Pierce #Maria #Roman #Troy #Rachel #monokuma #monobird

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raphpanda21 · 6 years

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Would you stay if she promised you heaven

Last time :

Thanatos handed Hygieia the cash and quickly took his change muttering a quick thanks before he picked up his purchaes and left the store . Hygieia had known him for years but it was somehow hella embarrassing imagining what she might be thinking. He probably looked about as scandalous as some of his Centaur neighbors coming in every other week for a pregnancy test for their latest notch on their bed post. He seriously needed a drink, time of day be damned.

He took the the walk back to his townhouse at a quicker pace not wanting to let the ice cream soften to much. Unlocking the front door he shut and locked it behind himself. Swinging by the kitchen he grabbed a large spoon before venturing further into the townhouse in search of Persephone. Not seeing her in the living room he moved back towards his room and master bath. Finding the bedrooom door open he slipped in approaching the shut bathroom door.

Leaning against it he can hear the muffled sounds of water slushing against the tub sides. Rapping on the door lightly with the back of his hand he calls out to her.

Thanatos: I am back Princes and I brought you a surprise !

Persephone started at the sound of the knocking but hearing Thanatos’s voice she relaxed.

Persephone: A Surprise?

Her mind spun wondering what the surprise might be but she instantly tensed as the door latch popped. He wasn’t coming in was he?! She was not decent. She was about to protest to the fact when her words halted in her throat at seeing only his arm enter the room. In the outstretched arms she saw what appeared to be a bag of ice cream and clutched in his had a very large spoon.

Thanatos: Figured you might want some ice cream after the day you have had . I’ll put in the freezer until you get out.

Persephone: Ice cream?

She bit her lip as her stomach growled at her. She hadn’t had lunch yet and that ice cream looked really good. Debating her options she pressed herself against the side of the tub eying the ice cream hungrily.

Persephone: What flavors?

Thanatos was surprised to say the least at this question. So much so that his mind momentarily blanked

Thanatos: Ummm, chocolate chip and lavender French vanilla?

Persephone’s stomach growled it’s approval loudly. So loud even Thanatos heard it.

Thanatos: Was that your stomach?

Persephone turned as red as a lobster .Thanatos ‘muffled laughter seeming far to loud in her opinion.

Persephone: I am hungry okay! There is no shame in that.

Thanatos tried to regain his composure and was thankful that the door between them at least hid the amusement he knew his face would betray

Thanatos: No, no,of course not I guess you best hurry with your bath then.

Persephone pouted laying her head on the edge of the tube eying the ice cream with hunger as Thanatos shook the bag at her.

Persephone: Why can’t I have both? Ice cream and bath!

Thanatos: Well, I guess there isn’t in law against it but are you going to come get it or ....

Persephone pursed her lips with frustration. She did not wish to leave her steamy tub of solitude but that would mean he would have to come in. She didn’t personally care about nudity but according to Artemis it was lewd. To Tartarus withbit Artemis wasn’t here to scold her after all.

Persephone: Please bring it to me. I think I am decent enough as long as you keep your eyes averted. No funny ideas okay?

Thanatos about choked at the suggestion. Sure he knew he could behave but was she always so trusting? Taking a deep breath he pushed the door open enough to allow himself to slip into the steamy room. Glancing over quickly he could see Persephone’s head right above the water her shoulder length hair hollowing around her. Her body was pressed closely to the tub’s edge and he really couldn’t see much of anything through the milky water. Taking a sniff her chuckled lightly.

Thanatos: Found my bath milks did you?

Persephone tilted her head in confusion

Persephone: They weren’t really hidden. I came across them in the baskets next to towels. I guess I should have asked before using though.

Thanatos waved his hand dismissively walking closer and turning his gaze to the side. Getting close enough that she could reach it he set down the bag laying the spoon atop it.

Thanatos: Your majesty, I present to you your ice cream.

Persephone couldn’t help but laugh at this but she got a handle on herself leaning over to drag the bag closer. Reaching in blindly she pulled out the chocolate chip and spoon in hand dived in for an extra large spoonful

Persephone: Mmmmmm oh Gaia it is sooo good.This tastes amazing. Thank you CC

Thanatos had never been more thankful in his life for steam then he was at that moment. Thankfully the mirror he stood in front of was fogged over hiding Persephone from him and his own sudden blush. Her moans of enjoyment were straight sinful and he dared not turn to see here eating the ice cream. Ice cream was already way to over sexulaized. He did not need a visual of her contributing to it. Clearing his throat he smoothed back his hair his hands with practiced ease starting to work it back up into its usual man bun.

Thanatos: I am glad it meets with your high standards Princess.

Persephone watched as he fiddledwith his hair spoon upside down in her mouth as she sucked it clean.

Thanatos was currently holding his hair in one hand as he looked around his countertop for an apparently elusive hair tie.

Pulling the spoon out of her mouth she works on digging out another spoonful as she watches him

Persephone : Your hair looks very nice down. Why do you keep it up?

Thanatos paused turning to look her direction from the corner of his eye. His reason was a sad one. Far to often the dying that did not wish for their time to end would try to fight by whatever means they could and long hair was just a liability. He didn’t want to dampen her mood though with such things.

Thanatos: it is just a preference I have developed over the years in my employment and vanity perhaps. Truthfully I should probably keep it sheared short.

Persephone hmmms thoughtfully around her mouthful.

Persephone: I don’t think short hair would suit you as well.

Thanatos unable to find a hair tie gives up with a sigh and decided he really should make a hasty retreat. He was no angel after all and the temptation to see more than he should was growing despite all of his good intentions.

Thanatos: I will take that into consideration the next time I am considering a change. You keep enjoying your ice cream as long as you like. I have a couple of household chores I need to see to alright?

He tried to sneak by without turning around but just as he was about to escape a hand reached out wrapping around on of his wings feather’s tugging on it slightly . He instantly froze a sharp hiss slipping out inadvertently.

Hearing the hiss Persephone quickly released her hold.

Persephone: Oh! I am so sorry CC I didn’t mean to hurt you!

Thanatos struggled to catch his breath his heart rate having doubled. When she had grabbed his feather a shiver had run up his spine causing him to hiss in surprise. Wings were a very sensitive thing among gods like himself. A simple touch could bring on a wave of pleasure . At the same time though this trait could also be weakness. Pleasure and pain where feelings that flirted closely together after all. Thanatos had always been careful when retrieving souls to not let his wings be assualted and the few times it had occurred there seemed to be no effect. Perhaps a mixed blessing but it seemed that the only time he suffered from such sensations was when he was with other celestials and usually in a intimate setting. Yep, he was defiantly to keyed up from that ice cream. Plus he could swear the smell of flowers had become almost suffocating since she had taken her first bite. He was seriously starting to worry that this little Princess was a fertility nymph in disguise. Taking a deep slow breathe he shook of the haze of pleasure trying to cloud his mind instead forcing himself to visualize that one time he caught his brother with a centaur. Nothing got rid of arousing thoughts quicker . Still he refused to look at her afraid his face was flushed as he still felt far to hot.

Thanatos: No harm done. did you need something?

Persephone: Could you hand me a towel? I won’t be in much longer but I hate to get out and freeze immediately.

Relieved it was something simple he moved to the storage under the sink grabbing an extra large towel and laying it near enough to the tub she could reach it.

Thanatos: Enjoy the rest of your bath Princess.

With that last statement he made a hasty retreat glad when he reached the living room to be able to take in a deep floral scent free breathe of air as he collapsed on the couch muttering to himself

Thanatos: Seriously I am not sure virginal goddess was the correct career path for Princess.

#greekgods #loreolympus #inspired #thanatos #persephone #drabble

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artistic-writer · 7 years

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Talk Irish to Me :: A CS AU :: Rated E

Title: Talk Irish to Me by @artistic-writer [ full res fanart ]

Summary: Modern AU. Emma has often wondered why Killian and his entire family have Irish names, despite his sultry British accent. As it turns out, Killian not only has an Irish heritage that he is extremely proud of, but he also speaks the ancient Gaelic tongue rather well.

Rating: E

AO3

A/N: So @hollyethecurious and I were talking about how Killian and his entire family have Irish names and yet he has a British accent. So, i mentioned, like you do, that i should i write a fic where Emma asks him about his family and why. So I did. And because I am me, made it a glorious smut fest too.

Prepare your panties, @winterbaby89 @kmomof4 @hollyethecurious @rouhn @resident-of-storybrooke @wordsmith-storyweaver @totheendoftheworldortime

and tag and reblog to share with all your thirsty, thirsty friends!

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“Killian?” Emma whispered from the doorway of their bedroom, the dim light of the hallway spilling through her legs, across her bare feet, and casting her faint shadow across the floor in front of her.

Emma got no reply, only the soft sigh of her sleeping boyfriend as he stayed deep in his slumber. Since she had left the bed, Killian had stretched into her space and across the entire bed. As usual, his was sleeping naked, the covers barely hiding his modesty. Emma smiled to herself, folding her arms over her chest and leaning against the painted surface of the door jamb.

She loved watching Killian sleep. It was one of her more enjoyable hobbies, simply because of the beauty of him. She loved the way he slept, his handsome, chiseled features softening into a boyish visage as he rested against the pillows. The way he fidgeted under the sheets with a little scrunch of his nose and a gentle frown on his face as the soft, white cotton slipped below his waistline, exposing the soft trail of dark hair that lead to the most glorious of treasures.

Emma often thought about waking him up, or at least covering him back over, but why bother? When the naked human form was so perfect, why should it be hidden away?

Now, however, was not the time to get distracted by Killian and his nakedness. Now was not the time to feel the flutter in your heart because he had rolled over onto his front, the muscles in his back rippling under the exertion and his already mussed hair becoming even more inevitable for your fingers. Now was not the time to notice that he was clutching your pillow to his face, scruff lightly catching on the material as he inhaled your scent.

No. Now was the time to wake him up and go and find a Christmas tree.

“Killian?” Emma sang his name a little louder, her voice sweet and smooth as she glided barefoot across the room.

“Hmmm?” Killian murmured into her pillow, pulling it harder to his body as if it was her.

Emma reached the end of their bed and rested her hand on his cotton covered foot, softly drawing circles over the inside of his ankle with her thumb. He stirred a little, pulling his foot from her grasp and sliding it away from her under the covers. Killian sighed, his whole body relaxing back into sleep with a small snore like grunt.

Emma rolled her eyes and a smirk crept across her lips. Despite the fact that he had been in the Navy, had sailed all over the world, had taken a job as a harbour master in their sleepy little coastal town, on his days off, Killian enjoyed nothing more than sleeping in. If she didn't know any better, Emma would have bet money on him being dead.

“Hey…” Emma purred, lifting her knee onto the end of the bed. She planted her hands on either side of Killian’s body, her fingers disappearing into the softness of the comforter, and crawled up over his sleeping form. “Kiiiilliiiiiiaaaan,” Emma whispered again, her lips brushing the back of his ear.

Killian groaned a little, clearly fighting with sleep as his eyes twitched and rolled under his eyelids. He inhaled hard and felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, the familiar tingle as his skin tightened all over his body making his lips twitch into a sideways smile. “Yes, my love?” he mumbled, his voice gritty from sleep.

Emma swayed over his back, the fabric of his shirt that she was wearing brushing the bare skin and bulge of his shoulder muscles. “Good morning,” Emma purred, nuzzling her nose behind his ear a little more and smiling into the nook there.

Killian felt the stir of arousal in his groin and even though he had yet to open his eyes, he knew exactly what Emma was up to. She wanted something, what he wasn’t sure yet, but the time in their relationship had taught him many things about Emma Swan. She had many tells and when she wanted something, she knew how to get it.

“Good morning to you too,” Killian rasped, turning his head a little to look at her behind him. Emma’s hair was still ruffled from her sleep and the shirt she as wearing was way too big for her, her shoulder poking out of the crew style neckline where it had slipped down.

“Do you remember what day it is?” Emma asked sweetly, smoothing her hand over Killian’s back, tracing the contours of his muscles with her fingertips. He let out a moan when she followed her fingers with her lips and planted delicate, featherlite kisses across his broad shoulders.

Killian frowned, trying desperately to remember an anniversary he might have forgotten, although, with the way Emma was assaulting his skin with her wicked mouth, all he could think about was how he would much prefer her particular type of torture lower down his body.

“I must admit,” Killian shivered when Emma kissed the middle of his back, the nerve endings around his spine screaming out for the feel of her lips. “I am struggling to remember anything at this precise moment.”

“Oh?” Emma teased, shuffling back down his body a little, tracing the planes if his back with her hands. “Am I distracting?”

Killian chuckled lightly, stretching out under her when she shifted position and rolling over until he was on his back. His hardening erection bobbed against his stomach under the covers and he quirked his eyebrow at her when she smirked playfully. “What do you think?”

Emma hummed contently, the sound in her throat a sultry purr that made his skin prickle once more. She kneaded the skin on his thighs, sucking in a breath through her teeth as she moved to straddle his lap. Killian matched the sound she made, watching her face light up with excitement as the green of her eyes darkened with arousal. Another one of her tells.

“I think…” Emma said slowly, her voice like warm honey as she dragged a single finger through the soft, dark hair that littered his chest. She teased the area around his nipples with her thumb and Killian clenched his jaw, his eyes fluttering closed once more. “I think…” She repeated, watching his nipple harden under her touch, a sly grin erupting across her face when she felt his length harden between her thighs. “...you have forgotten,” she accused, her voice losing its passion and adopting a seriousness that Killian had come to learn often meant he was in some sort of trouble.

“What?” Killian laughed nervously, shifting his legs under the covers, a pink hued blush creeping over his cheeks.

“You have forgotten,” Emma narrowed her eyes and stilled her hands on his chest, fingers curling into the luxurious chest hair there.

Kilian watched her pout, sitting astride his painfully hard erection and sighing with an air of drama. “Nonsense,” Killian shook his head, letting his body slip down the bed so that he could feel some friction between them. It was slight, a teasing brush of Emma’s inner thigh, and he held her in place with two strong hands to her bare hips. His fingers danced under the hem of his t-shirt and he smirked when he discovered Emma was wearing no underwear. “You look so good in my shirt,” Killian growled, letting his eyes roam over her torso hungrily.

“Don’t change the subject,” Emma chastised, slapping his chest playfully. “You said we could get up early and go and pick a Christmas tree,” Emma huffed.

“Aye, I did,” Killian agreed, hoping that Emma wasn’t making up something of a ruse to catch him out. “But that was before you...you know,” Killian nodded down between them, jerking his hips upwards so that Emma could feel his early morning tumescence.

“This is my fault?” Emma laughed through her smile, unable to keep up her angry facade any longer. Her body had started to react to his touch on her hips, the heat between her thighs growing hotter and damper.

“You know what you do to me, Swan,” Killian grinned boyishly.

Emma raised an eyebrow and accepted his compliment with a sideways smirk. “I suppose…” she agreed with a half hearted mocking tone.

“Don’t do that,” Killian told her softly, his thumb brushing over the warmth of her thigh.

“Do what?” Emma said shyly.

“Don’t pretend you are worth nothing,” Killian told her firmly, reaching up to clutch at the front of his t-shirt with one hand. He bunched the material between his fingers and pulled her forward gently until they were face to face. “Not when you are worth more to me than anything in the entire world.”

Emma’s breath caught in her throat, Killian’s words simultaneously making her heart swell and tears prick at her eyelids. Christmas was hard for her, he knew that. She had never had much of a home growing up in the foster system, often running away from any family who showed her affection because she was suspicious of their intentions. She had lived on the streets, slept rough and knew what it was like to actually feel worthless as everyone around you sneered and ignored your pleas for the smallest of amenities. Since Emma had met Killian, he had spent every second he could showing her just how much she meant to him, and she loved him for it.

“I love you,” Emma breathed, her lips so close to his that she felt her own breath fog against his face.

Killian’s lips slid into a quick smile and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “I love you too, Swan,” he whispered, pulling on the shirt until their lips finally touched.

Emma relaxed, letting her body press into his as she kissed him through her smile. It started out chaste, their lips pressing together with a slight twist of their heads and a satisfied groan coming from their throats. Emma rested her elbows beside his head, carding her fingers through his hair, holding his face to hers with a gentle grip on his ruffled locks. She arched her back, pressing the swell of her breasts to his chest and grinning wider when she felt him twitch between her legs.

Killian’s hands trailed down the side of her body, brushing over the super soft cotton of his shirt and around the curve of her breasts. He felt her nipples harden through the fabric, pressing into the hardness of his chest, the hair there tingling with anticipation. Killian’s hands found her knees and he dragged the back of his fingers up the backside of her thigh, laughing with her when Emma began to giggle into his mouth.

“Stop it!” She cooed, breaking their kiss for just a second, not even opening her eyes to chastise him as she rolled her forehead against his.

“Stop what?” Killian teased, turning his hands over and replacing his tickling sensation with his fingertips. He danced them over the soft skin of her behind, following the curve of her ass up and down, pushing the hem of his shirt up her back.

Emma’s nimble fingers found Killian’s jawline and she gently curled her fingers around his ear, tugging on the elf like cartilage half heartedly. Killian responded with another sweep of his hands, pushing the shirt further up her body and then scratching his fingernails down her spine. A passionate gasp escaped Emma’s throat and she panted hard against his mouth, grinding down on the hardness that poked at the apex of her naked thighs.

“Oh, don’t stop,” Emma whimpered, tilting her head back and letting Killian plant his soft kisses down the underside of her jaw.

“Which is it, love?” Killian smirked against her skin, cradling her head with one hand and nipping at the quickened pulse under her skin. “Stop,” he kissed her again, open mouthed with a little pressure to her skin that made her skin flush hot, wrapping his arms around her body as he sat up and held her to him. Emma gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders fruitlessly. She knew he wouldn’t let her fall and when her eyes fluttered open to meet his darkened gaze once more, she swallowed hard. Killian slid his hands down her body, never taking his eyes from hers for a second, finally stopping them on her behind and pulling her hips into his roughly. “Or don’t stop,” he growled.

Emma let her hand slide onto his chest, threading her fingers through the crinkle of chest hair that she found so delicious. She was turned on, there was no denying it, and Killian quite clearly was, but she knew what he was doing. She knew his ways almost as well as he knew them, so she narrowed her eyes at him and rolled her bottom lip between her teeth.

“What?” Killian cocked his head to one side, letting one eyebrow jump up on his face and he glared at her with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

“I know what you are doing,” Emma accused, unable to stop her hands from skimming over his torso, outlining the planes of his ribcage with her fingernails.

“Yeah?” Killian gave her a open mouthed grin, his perfect smile biting down on the tip of his tongue. “And what am I doing, Swan?”

Emma shuffled herself a little, knowing exactly what it would do to him. She felt him tense, the throb of his erection pressing into her inner thigh as she brushed against the sensitive tip of him. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat and Emma watched it with a predatory stare. “You are trying to distract me so that you can stay in bed longer,” she said matter of factly, shifting her weight again.

“You got me.” Killian gritted his teeth and felt the tip of his member begin to ooze under her teasing, his body reacting to her instantly like an obedient dog to its master. “Is it working?” He choked out, digging his fingertips into the jut of her hip bone so that she would stop.

Emma moved again, sliding backward on his lap and the immediately forward. Her sodden folds wrapped themselves around the girth of his hardness, slicking her juices along his length, and Killian’s eyes rolled back in his head. Emma leaned forward until her lips were millimeters from his ear and felt him shudder as she slid over his painfully firm erection again when she changed the angle of her hips. “What do you think?” She purred darkly, flattening her hands against his chest and pushing hard.

Killian flopped back into the pillows once more with a chuckle but his throaty mirth was soon gobbled up by Emma’s mouth on his, her kiss more hurried and urgent this time as she swiped her tongue over the outline of his bottom lip and begged his tongue to meet hers. Killian complied, lifting his head from the pillow as he drove his tongue into her mouth, teeth clashing and raw passion erupting between them in a frenzy. His hands found the hem of her shirt and he yanked it upwards, the teasing and tenderness between them dissipating instantly as he fought it over her head and tossed it to the floor.

“I will take you to buy a tree later…” Killian gasped between kisses.

“Shut up, Jones,” Emma rasped, her hands finding his hair and bunching his dark locks between her fingers as she tugged on it.

“I promise…” Killian panted, the pleasurable pain in his scalp shimmering all over his body when Emma pulled harder on his hair, tugging his face away from hers and looking down at him with a breathless, blackened stare.

“Jones!” Emma barked and the way her voice echoed around their room, bouncing off of every wall and returning to his ears set Killian’s soul ablaze. Her tone was firm, sending him into a panic that he rather enjoyed. It was seductive, authoritative, commanding and quite possibly the sexiest thing she had ever said to him.

“Say that again,” he matched the timbre in her voice with his own commanding growl.

Emma’s lips curled into that irresistible smile he loved so much, her nipples becoming even harder against his chest when she realised how aroused he had become from her simply taking charge. “You like the way I say your name?” Emma teased, loosening her grip on his hair and smoothing it away from his forehead lovingly.

“Aye…” Killian whimpered, putty in her hands.

“You want me to tell you what to do too?” Killian nodded weakly, his saucer like eyes begging for her every command. “Like a mistress?” Emma purred, clawing her fingernails down the bump of his ribcage and curling her lithe fingers around his length as she reached down between them. Killian exhaled hard, his hips rutting into her hand, desperate to feel the friction of the skin moving over his length.

“Aye…” he breathed, his voice barely audible. They had never played this game before and it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.

Emma let go of his erection and slapped him across the face. It was light and playful, not hard enough to sting but enough to shock him into a state of seriousness that made him break out in a sultry smirk and a deep, feral growl to escape his throat. Emma winked at him flirtatiously when she knew he was enjoying himself, lifting her hips so she was hovering over his rock hardness, the heat of her core scorching his skin.

Her hand found his face, stroking his cheek and sliding down his features until her fingers spread around his jaw, grabbing his face and making him look at her. “Aye, what?”

Killian’s lips twitched into a nervously excited smile and he ran his tongue over the ridge of his teeth. His heart was taking off in his chest, threatening to burst right from his sternum, and Emma was barely even touching him. “Aye, mistress,” he panted quickly, almost pathetically.

Emma released her grip on his jaw and patted his cheek. “Good boy,” she purred provocatively and snaked her hand back down between them once more. When she wrapped her hand around him once more, Killian gasped and slammed his head back into the pillows. He thought he might come then and there from her torture, but through a clenched jaw he simply melted into the mattress and let all sorts of groans escape his throat.

“Do you want to know what good boys get?” Emma shook him from his whitened reverie with her voice as she continued to pump his length slowly at first and then quicker, harder, stopping just as his body began to stiffen beneath her.

“Wha...what, mistress?” Killian stuttered, fighting off the urge to spill his seed over his own stomach.

Emma leaned forward even more until her chest was crushed flat to his, her hips lifting slightly above where her hand was stroking Killian’s erection. She couldn’t resist pulling his earlobe between her teeth, soothing the reddening flesh with her tongue and kisses immediately afterwards. At the same time as she assaulted his gorgeously elfish ears, Emma positioning him at her entrance, letting her hips rock back and taking the tip of him inside of her molten core.

Killian grunted, his entire body stiffening beneath her and if Emma didn’t know better, she would swear she saw tiny beads of sweat forming on his browline from fighting off his orgasm. He gulped hard, his mouth dry from his heavy breathing. “Fuck...what do they get, mistress?” Killian repeated his desperate question, not sure how long he would be able to stay his rapture.

Emma smirked. “They get to fuck their mistress,” Emma whispered into his ear, sinking lower onto him.

“Oh, gods...f...f…fuck,” Killian gasped, the heat enveloping him instantly and the ridge of her muscles pulling him deeper.

“Are you a good boy, Jones?” Emma asked coyly. “Do you want to be my good boy?”

“Oh fuck yes, mistress,” Killian begged with a hasty nod.

Emma moved her hand that had previously been restricting the amount of him she could fit inside of her, and slammed down onto his hardness in one swift move. She stilled instantly and Killian’s back arched from the mattress, his hands grabbing onto the wooden headboard above his head. Emma waited for what felt like forever, his eyes pinched closed so tightly that she could only see white around the wrinkled skin there, until eventually he relaxed a little and exhaled slowly as he opened his eyes again.

“Are you okay?” Emma broke her character for a second, cupping his face in her hands and her eyes flitting over his features with concern. This was a new level of arousal for Killian and for a second, she thought she might have broken him. He swallowed hard again and nodded with a weak smile.

“I’m good. I just need a minute,” he puffed.

“Did I make you…?” Emma felt Killian pulse inside of her and clenched her muscles around his hypersensitive length.

“No, not yet,” Killian shook his head, his breathing quick and short from the exertion of his heart. “I’m just a tad too excited,” he laughed.

Emma grinned, pressing her lips to his and rolling them over. They stayed intimately joined, Killian’s weight pressing down on her as she widened her legs to accommodate him between them. This time Killian threaded his fingers through her hair, smoothing his thumb pad over the apple of her cheek as he teased her tongue with his, delighting in the illicit whimpers that erupted from deep in her mouth. Emma hooked her arms under his and her hips opened up even more when Killian nudged her thighs apart with his knee, gently starting to move inside of her.

“Okay?” Emma asked softly, tracing the curve of his ear with a single digit until he opened his eyes once more. They gazes locked, blue clashing with green and both darkened by desire.

“Aye,” Killian smiled sweetly, the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears.

“Good,” Emma said sternly, smoothing her hands down Killian body, over the soft, fluffy hair of his behind and pulling him hard, making sure he was seated within her as deep as he could possibly go. “Now, fuck your mistress.”

Emma couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. There was a time, not that far in the past, when she was angry about Killian not rising from their bed and taking her to pick a Christmas tree. She had dreamt about the chill in the air, the smell of pine and freshly cut wood, the sweetness of sap and the laughter of families as they chose their oversized Christmas decorations. It was something she had never experienced until now, and the thought had her all giddy with excitement. But now? Something else had her stomach in knots.

As it turned out, staying in bed wasn’t such a bad idea. They had played their little game, twice, and then once more in the shower before scuttling back to the bedroom, warmed from the spray of scalding water and steam and basking in their post coitus afterglow. They had no need to get dressed, simply drying each other off with the soft, fluffy towels and diving back under the covers that smelled of sex and love.

“Thank you,” Emma smiled softly, her voice sweet and full of meaning as she rested her head on Killian’s chest. His arm was wrapped around her, his fingers splayed out over the curve of her spine and his thumb lightly brushing the swell of her buttock.

“For what?” He gave her a quizzical look, his wayward eyebrow jumping on his face like it so often did.

“For just being you,” Emma toyed with the patch of chest hair in front of her nose, stroking the deceivingly soft hair between her thumb and forefinger. “For loving me.”

“Well, I honestly have no choice,” Killian grinned, covering her hand with his own and sliding them both over his heart. He turned his head slightly and waited for her to look up at him. “You hold my heart, Emma. You always have and you always will.” Killian leaned forward and pressed his lips to her hairline, pulling her body into his at the same time. “You are my family,” he mumbled into the soft, golden warmth of her hair as he rested his cheek on the top of her head.

Emma felt a wash of overpowering love cover her entire body. She had very little experience in the way of family. She knew what one was, but she had always doubted that she would find one of her own. Foster families had tried, making her feel welcome like an awkwardly underage tenant, but it had never felt right. She had never felt safe. Until now.

“How come you have never really talked about your family?” Emma pressed, slipping her hand from under Killian’s and lacing their fingers together.

“I have,” Killian frowned. “You know of Liam,” he said and shifted his body so that he was laying next to her, head flat on the plump, cotton covered pillow and he was facing her.

Emma rolled her eyes and Kilian smirked, his lips twitching to try and hide his enjoyment at seeing one of her more endearing quirks. “You know what I mean,” Emma snuggled further into the duvet until it was covering her shoulders and she was eye level with him.

“Well, apart from my brother,” Killian reached up and brushed a strand of Emma’s freshly washed hair away from her brow, tucking it behind her ear and letting the silk like texture of it flow over his sensitive fingertips. “They were all gone when I was very young. I don’t remember them much,” he said sadly, dropping his gaze.

Emma lifted her hand and placed her flat palm to his cheek, his faintly red scruff tickling her skin. Killian had told her only snippets of his past and each time he had done so with a sadness that made her heart wrench. His parents, Brennan and Alice, had been killed in a car accident on their way home from their anniversary dinner, their two sons Killian and the older Liam being left in the charge of their grandfather.

The old man was a farmer and had done his very best to raise two fine boys, both of then enlisting in the Royal Navy after they had grown into even finer men. Liam was the biggest, strongest and more logical of the two boys, his floppy curled hair and baby blue eyes capturing the hearts of everyone he met. He had risen to the rank of Captain, eager to make his grandfather proud, and so he did. When he was unfairly ripped from the world during a skirmish, his grandfather was crushed and died shortly after. Killian had then defaulted his military career and moved as far away from everything that reminded him of his family as he possibly could.

“What about your grandfather?” Emma prodded gently. She knew Killian had nothing but love for the man and often spoke of him with such fondness.

“Ah…” Killian chuckled, skimming his hand over her shoulder. “Sorley Jones.”

“Sorely?” Emma laughed.

“Aye, Sorely,” Killian grinned. “It’s the Irish form of Samuel,” Killian said proudly, a small reminiscent smile plastered on his face.

“What was he like?” Emma smiled, eagerly awaiting his words, her eyes flitting over his features as he lay opposite.

Killian’s bottom lip pursed and he shrugged. “He was old fashioned and strict, from what I remember,” he began, his lips twitching into tiny smiles as he was assaulted with memories. “He was also handsome. I remember him being like a film actor or something.”

“That must be where you get it from,” Emma shuffled herself closer to him and nudged her knee between his legs.

“Quite,” Killian agreed modestly.

“Was he Irish?” Emma asked, her fingers lightly scratching his chest hair once more.

“Aye,” Killian declared proudly. “The Jones’ are very, very Irish,” he chuckled. “Liam and I grew up in England because our parents moved there for work, and our grandfather relocated to be with us when they died, but we are all Irish,” he grinned with a wink.

“Is that why everyone has an Irish name?” Emma teased. “Despite your heavenly British accent.”

“Are you mocking my heritage, Swan?” Killian narrowed his gaze, hand finding her hip once more.

“Absolutely not,” she smirked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“I will have you know Ireland is rich with history and heritage that I am very proud to be a part of,” Killian sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “But, if you want to mock, I suppose I’ll just save my Gaelic tongue for another lass.”

Emma gasped, pulling back and lifting her head from her pillow in surprise. “You can speak Irish?” She squeaked, sitting upright and clutching the covers to her chest before settling back against the headboard.

“Aye,” Killian shrugged with a grin. “My grandfather taught me.”

“Oh my god,” Emma clapped excitedly, her cheeks flushing with the prickle of heat and her skin buzzing to life. “Say something,” she beamed, her eyes widening and her fingers twitching.

Killian laughed and ran his tongue over the inside of his cheek. “Oh, you don’t want to hear me speak an ancient tongue,” he huffed as he rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows.

“Are you kidding?” Emma screeched, scandalized by his words. “I can’t think of anything that would turn me on more right now.”

Killian raised his eyebrow again. That damn thing had a mind of its own, and he swore Emma’s entire body was rigid from tensing in anticipation. “I warn you,” he cleared his throat and pushed himself up into a sitting position next to her. “I’m a little rusty,” he coughed again, pulling the covers up to his waist and taking a deep breath.

Emma watched his face twist and turn with thought, wondering what to say to her no doubt. His lips jerked into a sly grin a few times and he laughed to himself, either psyching himself up or thinking better of what he was going to say. “Keep it clean, Jones,” Emma warned, reading his mind.

“Alright,” Killian conceded. “Here goes.” Killian cleared his throat one more time, changing his features as he looked up at her, reaching out to cup her cheek in his palm and run his thumb over the outline of her lips. “A dhéanann tú mo chroí ag luí mar na taoidí faoi sholas na gealaí, mo ghrá duit an solas i dorchadas na farraige is doimhne,” Killian breathed, watching the light spark behind Emma’s eyes and her breath catch in her throat.

There as a pause between them where Emma didn’t know what to say. She was caught between wanting him to say more and between wanting him between her legs to soothe the ache that had developed there. Killian gave her a boyish smile and stared deep into the green of her eyes as the hue of them changed to a darker shade of emerald. His other hand came up to cup her face, mirroring his other and holding her face in his hands.

“Tá tú níos áille ná an lae an lae thar an aigéan stillestáin, is é an tsíocháin agus an tsíocháin atá ag cur gach rud timpeall air mar mo ghrá duit gach lá,” He whispered as he leaned forward, tilting her head backwards and ghosting his lips over hers.

Emma all but melted into his touch, her body seizing from his words. The Irish language wasn’t particularly pretty by any means. It was harsh, guttural and spoken from way back in the throat, but the way Killian made it sound and the way he was boring into her soul with the passion in his eyes had her paralyzed. Killian’s thumbs brushed over her cheeks, coaxing her back to him with a soft smile.

“Alright, love?” he breathed when her eyes fluttered open once more.

“I’m...that was...” Emma gulped hard, her body finally listening to the instructions from her brain. “What did you say?” She asked softly, her hands finding the bulge of his biceps and holding on like she might fall if she let go.

Killian blushed, hard, the rosy red tint creeping across his cheeks faster than the blood rushing to his ears. “Lovey stuff,” he winked, letting his hands slip to her neck when he was sure she would be able to hold her head up by herself once more.

“Like what, exactly?” Emma prodded with a grin. “I want to know.”

“Alright,” Killian licked his lips and rolled the bottom one between his teeth. “The first part was, ‘You make my heart swell like the tides under the glow of moonlight, my love for you the light in the darkness of the deepest ocean’.”

Emma shrugged. “Naturally,” she teased. “And the second?”

“That was, ‘You are more beautiful than the dawn of the day over the stillest ocean, its silence and peace enveloping everything around it like my love for you each day’.”

Emma swallowed another lump down her throat. “Wordy bunch, you Irish, huh?” She laughed nervously.

“We try,” Killian smiled.

“Can you…Can you talk dirty?” Emma arched a single eyebrow on her face and met his stare with a sultry grin.

“Oh, you’d like that?” Killian bit his bottom lip and eased Emma back down into her prone position. She nodded innocently and let him move to between her legs, the chill of the room creeping into the space between them when Killian loomed over her. His eyes roamed down her body, a small growl rumbling from his throat as he bit down harder on his lip.

“Talk Irish to me,” Emma whispered seductively, scratching her fingernails down his chest and letting her hand jump from his body to hers where she slipped her finger between her folds. Killian watched her hand with a gasp, instantly inundated with the scent of her arousal as she parted her legs even more to accommodate her hand. Emma grinned wickedly, watching him struggle with his composure. “If you think you can,” she challenged, her words breathy and almost a whimper as she slicked her juices over her clit.

“Is breá liom an boladh milis milis a d'éirigh leat agus cuireann sé orm ar a fhios agam go ndéanfaidh mé sin duit,[1]” Killian purred, dipping his head to kiss Emma on the cheek, his lips quickly following the line of her jaw and down the slender stem of her neck.

“Oh shit,” Emma said on a breath, her skin igniting itself under his assault. Killian shuffled down the bed, his own arousal evident as it solidified and bobbed against his stomach, his lips tasting every inch of Emma’s body they could reach. She smelt like their shower gel, the natural sweetness of cherry and coconut filling his nostrils as he inhaled her between kisses.

Killian ignored her aching breasts on purpose, dragging his tongue down the valley between them and steadying her hips with two strong hands, holding her firmly in place as he dipped his tongue into her navel. He grinned when he heard Emma moan but he wasn’t sure if it was his doing or the fact she had slipped a finger inside of herself, arching her back against his face as she rode her digit.

Killian slid lower, trailing his hands down the side of her thighs, his heart taking off even more in his chest when he came face to face with Emma masturbating for him. Because of him. Her heady fragrance assaulted his senses and his mouth began to water, his entire body reacting to her like a dog to a steak. He watched her bite her bottom lip with a coy smile when he spread her thighs even wider, two warmed palms pushing gently against the soft skin of her inner thighs and exposing her to him fully. He grabbed her hand and Emma frowned, lifting her head off of the pillows and looking down at him confused.

“Ba mhaith liom blas a thabhairt duit,[2]” Killian growled, watching her arousal coat her fingers and glisten in the light. Emma froze, not sure what he was saying exactly, but relaxed with a whine when Killian closed his mouth around her fingers and sucked, never breaking eye contact. He hummed contently, massaging her fingers with his tongue, an indication of his oral talents that made her shudder. “Dé, blasann tú dochreidte.[3]”

“Oh my god, Killian…” Emma whined, slamming her head back down onto the pillow beneath her. She let out a sigh, mostly frustration from his slow torture of her body. “Just…” Emma grunted when he kissed each of her inner thighs, ignoring the area she wanted his lips the most. “Just...taste me already!”

Killian grinned, enjoying the way she was helpless to him. “Mar is mian leat,[4]” he said smoothly, closing his lips around her swollen nub and sucking gently on the bundle of nerves.

Emma gasped, her entire body stiffening under his mouth as his tongue drew circles around the outside of her entrance, lapping at the treasure there. Killian Jones wasn’t just a wonder of language, he was a marvel at many things, the king of cunnilingus and right now he was worshipping Emma in exactly the right way.

“Oh...yes, right there…” Emma panted, her hand flying down to clutch a handful of Killian’s hair in her grasp. Killian increased his attentions, tongue flicking over Emma’s clitoris and hands holding her legs apart when they threatening to clamp his head in place. She was close, he could always tell, the quiver of her thighs beside his ears and the spasm of her body giving her away. “Killian...I’m going to come…”

“Teacht domsa, Emma,[5]” Killian whispered, curling two fingers inside of her and stroking the ribbed edge of her g-spot the way he knew she liked.

“Fuck…” Emma squeaked, her climax reaching her in a flash of stars and a wave of invisible fire that scorched her entire body. Killian let go of her legs and Emma’s powerful thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place as he relentlessly sucked on her clit and stroked her, slowing his assault as she relaxed from her crippling orgasm.

Emma was still reeling from her first release when Killian surged upwards, hastily wiping his scruffy chin with one hand and towering over her in a flash. Emma instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into the base of his spine and hands clutching at the skin of his back when, in one swift, well orchestrated move, Kilian buried himself inside of her. The sensation of being full overwhelmed her and Emma buried her face in the crook of Killian’s shoulder. He had stilled, not moving but instead content to feel the spasm of her inner muscles around his length, desperately trying to pull him deeper. A small sheen of sweat coated both their bodies from their raw elation, the simple act of coming together such a trigger for them that they both reacted in the same way.

Killian shifted his weight and Emma groaned, her already hypersensitive core pulsing once more as he dragged his length out of her and then slid back in. Her nectar coated his erection on each thrust and when he angled his hips just so, Emma cried out and he knew he was hitting all the right spots.

“God...Killian…” Emma clawed at the skin on the back of his neck, her toes curling.

“Is breá liom an bealach a chaitheann tú mo ainm nuair a bhíonn muid ag tá gnéas fiáin agat,[6]” Killian murmered into her ear, his breath hot and humid and making her hair stand on end.

“Yes, oh...god, right there....”

“Is é seo an méid is mian leat? Tá mé taobh istigh de do ghnéas fiáin, go dtí nach féidir leat do chuid géaga a rialú agus iarr orm do chuid focal comhleanúnach deiridh a stopadh,[7]” His words were incoherent, and Emma had no idea what he was saying, but she recognized the tone of his voice and the seductive droll of his question. His hips pistoned into her faster, huge hands clutching at the soft, round swell of her behind and lifting her from the bed so that he could dive deeper into her on each thrust.

“God, yes! Fuck, yes!” She screeched, her second orgasm creeping up on her when from out of nowhere and making her shake in Killian’s arms. He held her close, feeling the thumping of blood that had rushed to her cervix, pulsating around him and rending her absolutely helpless in his hold. Killian’s own release was quick to follow, the noises Emma made as she came his tipping point and he spilled his seed into her almost instantly.

Killian lifted his head first, pressing his lips to the sweaty skin of Emma’s shoulder as he slipped his hands from under her behind and let her rest back onto the mattress. Breathless and flushed, he swiped his hand over her brow,reveling in the glow of her skin that he had created. Emma’s eyes fluttered open and she let her legs fall from his waist, heavy and tired from the spasm of muscles that had racked her whole body.

“How was that, love?” Killian grinned, panting hard and slipping out of her with a welcomed wince. His orgasm was always so intense with Emma, sometimes he felt it for hours afterwards.

Emma had no words, instead blowing out a exaggerated breath and silencing his laughter with a hungry kiss. She grabbed the sides of his face and encouraged his tongue into her mouth, slow and languidly stroking her own. Killian tasted faintly of coffee and their spearmint toothpaste and he groaned into her mouth appeased.

“That was amazing,” Emma told him when they broke the kiss, her fingers tracing the contours of his face and committing them to memory.

“I have one more,” Killian smiled, slipping from the bed with a grunt and skipping across the bedroom towards his wardrobe. Emma watched him with a frown when he disappeared into the walk in, the rattle of wooden coat hangers and a small curse the only sound she could hear.

“In the wardrobe?” emma called out, sitting up in the bed and ignoring the fading throb in her sex.

Killian emerged as naked as when he had gone in and Emma narrowed her eyes with a sideways smile. “Is breá liom tú,[8]” he said firmly, hands behind his back as he stalked towards her unashamedly.

“Okay…” Emma said slowly.

“Ba mhaith liom grá leat gach lá ar feadh an chuid eile dár saol,[9]” Killian breathed, his neck flushing hot with heat and a lump forming in his throat.

“That’s two,” Emma teased but her smile slipped from her face when Killian reached the edge of the bed, steadying himself with one hand on the nightstand as he drop down on one knee.

“Marry dom, Emma Swan,[10]” he rasped, his voice breaking from her nerves as he produced what was hidden behind his back. Killian opened the small, blue velvet hinged box with a snap and held it out towards her on trembling hands.

Emma stopped breathing, the colour draining from her face as she looked up to him speechless and then back down to the ring in his hand. It was white gold, a simple band with an ornate ruby red stone cut perfectly and set between two crafted white gold hooks. Emma clutched the duvet covering her chest and her breathing became shallow.

“Marry dom, Emma Swan,” Killian repeated nervously and she looked back up to him in shock. “Say something, love,” he pleaded awkwardly, suddenly petrified that Emma’s flight response had finally outweighed her fight.

“You don’t have to be a genius to work out what you have just said,” She whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Emma…” Killian began but she cut him off quickly.

“Yes,” she said simply, firmly and triumphantly, a wide grin erupting across her face.

“Yes?” Killian jumped to his feet.

“Yes!” Emma screamed, falling back onto the bed as he tackled her back into the covers and began kissing her face. Emma clutched him to her, giggling as he whispered promise after promise against her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips and her ears. “On one condition…” she said suddenly and Killian froze, pulling his face back to look down at her.

“Anything,” he smirked.

Emma reached beside them and pulled the ring from the box, slipping it onto her finger and admiring how perfectly it fitted around the delicate digit. “You talk Irish to me more often,” she winked and bit her bottom lip.

Killian growled possessively and took her ringed hand in his, pulling it to his lips where he brushed his lips over her knuckles. “Mar is mian leat.[11]”

/End notes:

With special thanks to my very good friend, who is in no way associated with any sort of fandom but just so happens to be Irish and speak Gaelic. I really appreciate his help, even if i did nearly choke him to death of his coffee with some of the stuff i wanted translating. Fun fact: Gaelic is so old there is no word for "fuck" or "fucking" so we had the closest thing to it, which is "maxing wild sex" ROFL

So Killian says:

1 - I love the sweet, honey scent of your arousal and it turns me on knowing I do that to you. 2 - I want to taste you. 3 - Gods, you taste incredible. 4 - As you wish. 5 - Come for me, Emma. 6 - I love the way you scream my name when we fuck. 7 - Is this what you want? Me buried deep inside of you, fucking you, until you can't control your limbs anymore and beg me to stop with your last coherent words. 8 - I love you. 9 - I want to love you every day for the rest of our lives. 10 - Marry me, Emma Swan. 11 - As you wish.

#talk irish to me #cs au ff #cs ff #cs fanfic #cs ff au #rated E for smutty times #fanart for fanfic #actually had a friend translate smut to irish #now i can never show my face at work when he comes in again #HE KNOWS

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