#I think the two toned jacket feels a little too modern but I like it. maybe I’ll change it

[millidew]

hgss-era leaf/green sketches

[imthebadguyyy]

my boy only breaks his favourite toys

pairing : charles leclerc x reader

fandom : f1

series : the tortured poets department

warnings : angst baby angst, no comfort here.

a/n : this broke my heart a little but oh well.

oh here we go again...

The late afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of the Monaco apartment, casting a golden hue over the modern, embellished living room. You and Charles  stood in the kitchen, a simmering tension between you.

"You know how important this event is to me, Charles," you said, your voice steady but with an edge of frustration. "I've been looking forward to it for weeks."

Charles sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I know, and I'm sorry, but you know how demanding the F1 schedule is. I have commitments I can't get out of."

You crossed your arms, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh, here we go again," you muttered, more to yourself than to him. "Every time I have something important, it's always the same excuse."

Charles's eyes flashed with a mixture of guilt and frustration. "It's not an excuse, Y/N. This is my job. It's what I've worked for my entire life."

"And what about what I've worked for?" you shot back, your voice rising. "This event is a big deal for me, and it feels like you don't even care."

Charles stepped closer, his expression softening as he reached out to touch your arm. "That's not fair. I do care, deeply. But I can't just drop everything because our schedules clash."

You pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. "It feels like your career always comes first, Charles. I need you to be there for me too, just once."

He sighed, frustration giving way to a deep sadness in his eyes. "I want to be there for you, but I don't know how to balance everything."

You looked at him, your eyes filled with unshed tears. "Maybe it's time you figure out how, because I can't keep doing this. I need to know I'm important to you too."

Charles's face hardened slightly, a storm brewing in his eyes. "This again? You think I don't know how important you are? I can't be in two places at once, Y/N."

Your voice shook with emotion as you replied, "I'm not asking you to be perfect, Charles. I'm asking you to make an effort."

His frustration boiled over, his tone sharp. "I am making an effort! But you can't expect me to be there for every single event when I'm fighting for my career."

Your tears finally spilled over, your voice breaking. "I'm not asking for every single event. I'm asking for this one. But it seems like that's too much to ask."

Charles stared at you, his jaw clenched, before he turned away abruptly. "I can't do this right now," he muttered, grabbing his jacket from the back of a chair.

"Where are you going?" you asked, your voice trembling.

"Out," he said curtly, not looking back as he headed for the door. "I need some air."

The door slammed behind him, leaving you standing alone in the quiet apartment, the echo of your argument hanging heavy in the air. You sank onto the couch, wrapping your arms around yourself, feeling a cold emptiness settle in your chest. The silence was deafening, and for the first time, you wondered if your love could withstand the strain of your clashing worlds.

rivulets descend my plastic smile...

The grand ballroom of the FIA Gala was adorned with sparkling lights and elegant decorations, a fitting venue for the prestigious event. You arrived on Charles's arm, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As a famous singer, you were set to perform a song later in the evening, and the anticipation was palpable.

Charles looked dashing in his tailored suit, and he squeezed your hand reassuringly as you made your way through the crowd, greeting fellow drivers and attendees. You couldn't help but notice the pride in his eyes as he introduced you to his colleagues, but a small part of you hoped that pride would extend to your performance later.

As the evening progressed, you were called to the stage. The crowd applauded as you took your place at the microphone, the spotlight shining brightly on you. The music started, and you poured your heart into the song, your voice resonating through the grand hall.

But as you sang, your eyes scanned the audience, searching for Charles. When you found him, your heart sank. He wasn't watching your performance. Instead, he was at the bar, engrossed in conversation with a group of people, a drink in hand. He didn't even glance in your direction.

You fought to keep your composure, finishing the song with as much passion as you could muster. The crowd erupted in applause, but the hurt gnawed at you. As you stepped off the stage, Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz, Alex Albon, and Pierre Gasly approached you, their expressions a mix of admiration and concern.

"That was incredible, Y/N," Lewis said, giving you a warm hug.

"Seriously, you were amazing," Carlos added, his smile genuine.

Alex and Pierre echoed their sentiments, but there was an undercurrent of awkwardness.

"We're sorry about Charles," Pierre said quietly, glancing towards the bar. "He should have been watching you."

You forced a smile, gratitude for their support mingling with the sting of Charles's neglect. "Thank you, guys. It means a lot."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, you excused yourself, needing a moment to collect your thoughts. You made your way to the bathroom, the weight of the evening pressing down on you. Once inside, you locked the door behind you and leaned against the sink, the tears you'd been holding back finally spilling over.

The sound of the bustling gala outside was muted here, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your pain. You couldn't understand why Charles couldn't be there for you, why he couldn't even watch you perform for just a few minutes. The hurt and frustration were overwhelming, and you let yourself cry, the tears a cathartic release.

As you stood there, you wondered if this was something you could continue to endure. Being with someone who couldn't support you in the moments that mattered most was taking its toll. For now, though, you just needed to let the tears fall, hoping that somehow, things might get better.

but you should have seen him when he first saw me...

The apartment in Monaco was filled with the echoes of another heated argument. You were standing in the middle of the living room, tears streaming down your face, your voice rising with each word.

"Why can't you understand, Charles? I need you to be there for me! It's always about your career, your races, your commitments! This is the grammy's! the most important awards night ever! Why can't you make time for me?!" You screamed, the frustration and pain evident in every syllable.

Charles stood across from you, his face a mixture of anger and helplessness. "I do understand, Y/N, but you know how important my career is! I can't just drop everything whenever you need me!"

Your hands trembled as you wiped away the tears. "You should have seen you when you first saw me," you cried, your voice breaking. "You looked at me like I was the most important person in the world. Where did that go, Charles?"

The memory hit Charles like a punch to the gut, sending him back to the first time he saw you. It was at the Monza Grand Prix. He had just finished his race, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins, when he saw you standing near the paddock. You were talking animatedly with a friend, your smile lighting up the entire area.

Charles had stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. He remembered how his teammates teased him about looking like a lovestruck puppy, but he couldn't help it. You were captivating, and he had been instantly drawn to you.

In the present, he struggled to reconcile that moment with the reality of the argument unfolding before him. "I remember," he said quietly, his voice filled with regret. "I remember how I felt when I first saw you. But things have changed, Y/N. The demands of my career... it's not easy."

"Things have changed because you let them," you shouted, the pain in your voice cutting through him. "You let your career come between us. You promised you'd be there for me, but you're never there when I need you."

Charles took a step towards you, reaching out, but you recoiled. "Don't, Charles. I'm tired of empty promises."

He dropped his hand, feeling the weight of your words. "I don't want to lose you," he said softly, his voice breaking.

"Then start showing it," you whispered, your tears flowing freely. "Because right now, I feel like I'm losing you."

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the unspoken fears and regrets that had been building between you. Charles stood there, torn between his love for you and the relentless demands of his career. And you, feeling the ache of his absence even when he was right in front of you, wondered if things would ever go back to how they once were.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Charles turned and left the apartment, the door closing softly behind him. You sank to the floor, the tears coming harder now, the memories of better times a bittersweet reminder of what you had lost.

he saw forever so he smashed it up..

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room as you and Charles lay entwined under the covers, the quiet hum of the city outside barely audible. His arms were wrapped around you, his heartbeat a comforting rhythm against your back. It was one of those rare, peaceful moments when everything felt just right.

You turned slightly to face him, your head resting on his chest. "Charles," you began softly, tracing patterns on his skin with your fingertips, "do you ever think about our future? Like, where we might be in a few years?"

Charles's hand stilled on your back, and you felt his body tense slightly. The question hung in the air, and a heavy silence settled over the room. You waited, expecting him to respond with his usual confident assurance, but instead, there was only hesitance.

"Charles?" you prompted, your voice quieter now, a hint of uncertainty creeping in.

He shifted slightly, looking away as if searching for the right words. "I... I don't know, Y/N," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The silence that followed felt deafening. You tried to hide the sinking feeling in your chest, forcing a small smile as you looked up at him. "It's okay," you said, attempting to sound light-hearted. "We don't have to figure it all out right now."

But the emptiness inside you grew, a hollow ache that his words had planted there. You cuddled closer, burying your face in his chest, hoping the warmth of his embrace could fill the void. Yet, the unspoken truth lingered, a shadow over the moment of intimacy.

Charles held you tighter, as if trying to reassure both you and himself. But the hesitation in his response, the uncertainty in his eyes, left you feeling more alone than ever. You had wanted a glimpse of a shared future, a promise of what could be, but instead, you were left with doubts and questions.

As you lay there in his arms, you couldn't shake the feeling of loss, the odd emptiness that settled over you. The love you shared was real, but the future you hoped for seemed suddenly fragile, like a dream that might slip away at any moment.

ill tell you that he runs because he loves me...

The lively buzz of conversation filled the upscale restaurant as you sat with Charles and a group of fellow F1 drivers—Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz, Pierre Gasly, and Alex Albon. The evening had started well, laughter and camaraderie flowing easily around the table.

Charles had been in good spirits, joking and sharing stories, but after the main course, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. At first, you thought nothing of it, but as the minutes ticked by, the knot of anxiety in your stomach grew tighter.

Carlos glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly. "Everything okay, Y/N?" he asked, his voice gentle.

You forced a smile, trying to appear unconcerned. "Yeah, he just went to the bathroom. He'll be back soon."

The conversation continued, but your eyes kept darting toward the hallway, hoping to see Charles returning. After what felt like an eternity, the worry and embarrassment began to creep in. You knew the other drivers were aware of the growing tension.

Lewis leaned closer, his expression kind but concerned. "Do you want to go check on him?"

You shook your head, swallowing hard. "No, it's fine. He runs because he loves me," you joked, trying to keep your voice steady. "He just needs a moment."

The table fell into an awkward silence. You could see the sympathy in their eyes, a silent acknowledgment that they understood more than they were letting on. It stung, their pity, but you held your head high, determined not to let your emotions show.

Pierre reached over, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "We know he loves you, Y/N," he said softly.

Alex nodded in agreement, though his eyes mirrored the concern you felt. "Sometimes it’s just hard to see someone we care about struggle."

You nodded, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate it."

Just as you began to lose hope, Charles finally reappeared, looking slightly disheveled but smiling as if nothing had happened. He slid back into his seat beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Sorry, I took so long," he said lightly. "I got caught up talking to someone."

You nodded, leaning into him, though your heart ached with the knowledge that something was off. The rest of the evening passed in a blur, the camaraderie tainted by the lingering unease.

As you all said your goodbyes and headed home, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. Charles held your hand, but the connection felt fragile, like a thread that might snap at any moment. The sympathy in the other drivers' eyes haunted you, a reminder that love alone might not be enough to bridge the growing distance between you.

he took me out my box...

The dim light of your bedroom lamp cast a soft glow over your face as you lay on your bed, your phone propped up on the pillow. Charles’s familiar features filled the screen, but there was a distance in his eyes that you couldn’t ignore. The nighttime quiet amplified the unspoken tension between you as you spoke quietly over FaceTime.

“So, how was your day?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

Charles smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Busy, as usual. Lots of meetings and prep work for the next race.”

You nodded, offering a small smile in return. “I miss you. It feels like we haven’t really talked in ages.”

He glanced away for a moment, his attention seemingly captured by something offscreen. “Yeah, I miss you too,” he said absently, his focus clearly elsewhere.

The silence stretched, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. You studied his face, searching for the spark that had once been so evident. Your mind drifted back to a time when things were different, when his love had been your anchor.

It was a little over a year ago, at a time when you were at your lowest. The world seemed bleak, and you had felt utterly lost. Charles had been there, though, in a way you never expected. He spent every day by your side, offering comfort and support. He made you laugh when all you wanted to do was cry, held you close when you felt like falling apart. It was during those dark days that he had fallen for you, his love a beacon of hope that guided you through the storm.

You remembered the gentle way he would look at you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. He would bring you your favorite tea, sit with you in silence when words were too much, and remind you every day of your worth and strength. It was those moments that made you fall in love with him, his unwavering presence and the way he seemed to understand your pain.

“Do you remember when we first started dating?” you asked softly, breaking the silence.

Charles’s eyes flickered back to you, a hint of confusion in his expression. “Of course I do,” he replied. “Why do you ask?”

You hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I was just thinking about how much you were there for me when I was going through a tough time. You spent your days looking after me, making sure I was okay. It meant the world to me.”

His face softened slightly, a small sigh escaping his lips. “Yeah, I remember. You needed someone, and I wanted to be that person for you.”

Your heart ached at his words, knowing how far things had drifted. “I needed you then, and I still need you now, Charles. I miss how close we used to be.”

He looked at you, the conflict evident in his eyes. “I’m still here, Y/N. Things are just... different now.”

The emptiness you had been trying to ignore settled heavily in your chest. “I know. It just feels like we’re growing apart, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

Charles remained silent, his gaze dropping to the floor. The connection that had once been so strong now felt fragile and tenuous.

“I love you, Charles,” you whispered, hoping to bridge the gap between you.

He looked back up at you, his expression weary. “I love you too, Y/N. I really do.”

But as the call ended and the screen went dark, you couldn’t shake the feeling of loss that lingered. The memories of better times clashed with the present reality, leaving you with a deep sense of longing for the man who had once been your everything.

im queen, of sand castles he destroys...

The tension in the air was suffocating as you and Charles stood locked in a heated argument, words flying like arrows, each one piercing deeper than the last. His face was contorted with anger, his fists clenched at his sides, and in a moment of blind rage, he reached out and grabbed the grammy award from the shelf.

"No, Charles, don't!" you cried out, but it was too late. With a violent motion, he hurled the award to the ground, the sound of shattering glass filling the room.

You gasped, the shock of his actions leaving you momentarily speechless. Tears stung your eyes as you stared at the broken pieces of your prized possession, a symbol of your hard work and dedication. Anger surged through you, hot and fierce, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, numbing emptiness.

"You... you destroyed it," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles's chest heaved with exertion, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and regret. "I don't care," he spat out, his voice dripping with venom. "I'm sick of pretending like everything's fine when it's not. I can't stand being with you anymore."

The weight of his words crashed down on you like a tidal wave, leaving you reeling in disbelief. He had shattered more than just an award; he had shattered your trust, your love, everything you had built together.

Without a word, you turned away from him, your heart heavy with grief and betrayal. You couldn't bear to look at him any longer, couldn't bear to see the man you had once loved reduced to this. With trembling hands, you reached for your phone, dialing a number you never thought you'd have to call.

"Hello?" a voice answered on the other end.

"Mom," you choked out, tears streaming down your face. "Can you come over? I need you."

As you hung up the phone, you felt Charles's eyes boring into your back, but you refused to turn around. The damage had been done, irreparable and irreversible. And as you heard him storm out of the room, you knew that this was the end.

when I fix me, he's gonna miss me...

The stage was set, the crowd buzzing with anticipation as you stood under the bright lights, microphone in hand. Your heart raced with nervous excitement, knowing that tonight would be a turning point in your career. As the music swelled and the spotlight found you, you took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Thank you all for being here tonight," you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. "I have some exciting news to share with you all."

The audience leaned in, hanging on your every word as you made the announcement they had been waiting for. "I'm thrilled to announce that I'll be releasing a new album," you declared, a smile spreading across your face as cheers erupted from the crowd. "And not only that, but I'll be dropping the lead single tonight."

As the excitement built to a crescendo, you couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. This was your moment, your chance to take control of your narrative and reclaim your power. With a sense of purpose, you raised the microphone to your lips once more.

"The lead single is titled 'My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys'," you announced, your voice ringing out clear and strong. "And to the boy who broke all his favorite toys and my fucking heart, this is one big fuck you from me to you."

The words hung in the air, charged with emotion and defiance. There was a collective gasp from the audience, followed by a thunderous applause that seemed to shake the rafters. In that moment, you knew you had struck a chord, tapping into a universal truth that resonated with people far and wide.

As you launched into the song, pouring your heart and soul into every word, you felt a sense of liberation wash over you. This was your anthem, your battle cry, and you sang it with a fierce intensity that left no doubt in anyone's mind that you were taking back control of your life.

And when the performance went viral, spreading like wildfire across social media and capturing the hearts of millions, you knew that you had made the right choice. You had turned your pain into power, your heartbreak into art, and in doing so, you had found a strength within yourself that you never knew existed.

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[abswife]

modern gf! abby headcanons

i spend most of my day imagining what having abby as a girlfriend would be like so here's what my little gay brain came up with

nsfw at the bottom mdni

you guys would probably meet at a cafe

it'd be one of those cute little moments where you both ordered the same thing and when they called it out you both reached for it at the same time

you guys would start chatting after that, and she'd ask for your number before you left

you half expected her to not even text you, but the next day a random number popped up with the message "hi, it's abby from the cafe."

after a few dates you two made it official

she's the type of person that always wants you to come to her place rather her go to yours, she just likes seeing you with all of her stuff around

she's a big fan of the pet names babe, baby, and sweetheart

she likes to just chill with you, she doesn't feel like you guys always have to be doing something when you're together. she's perfectly content just reading or scrolling on your phones in the same room

in public, she doesn't really like to do more than just hold your waist or kiss your forehead, but at home she is glued to your side

big cuddlebug

she insists on going on biweekly dates, even if it's just to see a movie

would be so nervous to meet your parents, she would be practically shitting herself on the car ride, but when she actually meets them she is the very picture of respect

your parents said after that she seemed like "a very nice girl"

also slightly nervous for you to meet her dad, even though she knows that he'll love you

we all know that she is a gym rat, and she would love it if you came to the gym with her, even if you're doing completely different stuff

she knows how much you like her muscles, and will tease you if she catches you staring

however, you do the same thing when you catch her staring at your ass

she loves it when you wear her jackets, and she will wear your jewelry sometimes

she'll bring you flowers randomly, always from an actual florist

SHE LOVES WHEN YOU COOK FOR HER it makes her feel so domestic with you

i feel like she would be a doctor, maybe a cardiologist

she would come home from working long shifts and just drop into bed with you, not even bothering to take her scrubs off

sometimes you bring her lunch to work, and her smile and the kiss she plants on the top of your head make it worth the drive

she tells you that if you guys get married that you should stay at home, considering there wouldn't really be any reason for you to work since she makes a lot of money

she would be very happy to provide for you and you never having to lift a finger

she texts like a grandpa in the way that her texts seem to have no tone

you'll be like "i love you so much baby! <3"

and she'll reply "i love you too."

you know that she means it though lol

nsfw below

she is very passionate when it comes to sex

while it can be fun to just go at it, she prefers to slow down and really appreciate your body

she's a sucker for eye contact, she's always grabbing your chin to make you face her

she's a SWITCH argue with the wall

while she loves giving, babygirl also likes to be taken care of

as stated before, she loves your ass

she's always grabbing and slapping it, lightly that is unless you ask otherwise

she's not big on toys other than straps

when she uses her strap on you she can never decide if she wants to do missionary or doggy, usually makes you decide

because in missionary, she can see your face

but in doggy, she can see your ass

usually not very into you riding her, since she feels useless just laying there

riding her face however? that she can get into

but yeah that's all i can think of rn but i can a thousand percent make a part 2 so lemme know if i should

[thewritingginger]

Posts are gonna be kinda dodgy cuz Im slumpin’ but I'm trying to power through 🤞🏻

Plz mind any mistakes :)

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairing: Apollo x M! Reader Word count: 4,1k+ words Warnings: 18+, Modern au, Established relationship, Model! Apollo, Dom/sub behavior,  Pet names, Sexting, Phone sex, Guided masturbation, Mutal Masturbation, Slight degrading, Dirty talk (obvi), Praise, Sex toys (vibrator), Anal Fingering, Anal penetration

Enjoy ~

Tossing your keys into the bowl by the door of your apartment you let out a tired sigh. Stripping yourself of your jacket and scarf you shoot your boyfriend –Apollo– a text before getting ready for a shower.

Y/n: “Back home, today couldn’t have ended fast enough. Call me when you can. ❤️”

Leaving your phone by the bathroom sink you warm up your shower trying to not stay glued to your phone waiting for Apollo to respond –which has been really hard not to do any free chance you’ve gotten these past two weeks.

Apollo had to leave for a few photo shoot and a show. In the past you’ve gone with him and were able to not only watch him do his work but to travel and explore new places together —though your schedule didn't allow that to happen this time. Although these trips being longer than a week weren’t often, the time apart was never easier because of it. Even when you have to be apart for more than a day the two of you are always sure to have a nightly phone call, along with texts throughout the day.

As you were rinsing your body you heard your phone ding —it was Apollo’s text tone. Finishing up you quickly dry off to see what he had sent.

Apollo: “I’m sorry, my love. I’ll call you later. I have a meeting with my manager. What are you up to?”

Y/n: “No worries. I just took a shower and probably will order out tonight.”

Walking into your shared bedroom you hadn’t even thrown your dirty clothes in the hamper before you got another notification.

Apollo: “Oh, mind showing me? 😏”

Biting your lip you shake your head at his audaciousness.

Y/n: “Don’t you have a meeting?”

Apollo: “Yes but perhaps you can send me a little something as inspiration to end it sooner?”

You’ve always found it hard to deny Apollo, especially in person, but he does make an enticing proposal. Forgetting your task for clothing you go back to the bathroom and wipe the steam off the mirror. With your towel still wrapped around your waist, your hair wet and racked back, you snap a picture with your chest and loosely tied towel in view. Looking it over once more you press send.

Y/n: [Photo Attached]

Apollo: “What a tease you are.”

Y/n: “I guess you’ll have to get done with your meeting if you want more.”

Apollo: “I guess I will. I hope you don’t have anymore plans for the night because when I’m done with you, you’re gonna be too exhausted to move 😉”

Y/n: “Can’t wait.”

Just the thought of it was enough to make your cock twitch with excitement but you hold it back for now. Instead of getting properly dressed you decided to throw on your robe then put in your order for dinner.

~~~

An hour or so has passed since your last text from Apollo, with your meal finished you’re now sitting on the couch watching tv when you got a notification.

Apollo: “My meeting is over and I’m in desperate need. You think you can help me with that?”

You feel giddiness well up inside you when you read his message.

Y/n: “I’m sure I could figure something out. 😊”

Getting off the couch you make your way to your bedroom and into your bedside table, inside is a purple vibrator –Apollo’s favorite to use on you. Laying on the plush mattress of your bed on your belly, you open your camera app and begin recording.

All that can be seen on the screen is your slightly exposed chest, your lips and your tongue lewdly sucking the toy in your hand as if it was a cock. As you suck and spit on the phallic toy you are sure to zoom in and capture the spit dripping down your fingers –just how Apollo likes it.

Pressing send, you flip onto your back with your head propped against your pillows, anticipating your boyfriend’s response.Your cock is already painfully erect and you’ve barely begun.

Instead of a text you receive a phone call, your golden haired boyfriend’s face illuminated on the screen. Pressing the green button you hold the phone to your ear where you hear Apollo’s smooth voice.

“Babyboy, you look so pretty sucking your toy.”

“All for you, Lo. You like watching me suck on stuff?” You ask playfully, eliciting  a low chuckle.

“Absolutely but I think I’d like to hear you play with yourself even more.” His forward words make you whimper. “Tell me, baby, what are you wearing?”

“Just my robe, it’s open and just barely able to cover my cock.” You hear a low curse on the other end of the phone making you giggle.

“Send me a picture. I want to see how hard you are for me.”

Doing as he says you take a picture of your barely covered member, your hand wrapped loosely around the base. In a silent moment between snapping the photo and sending it you know the moment Apollo saw it due to the low growl that rings in your ear.

“By the gods, Darling. I want you so badly.”

“Yeah? What would you do if you were here?” You ask, sinking further into the mattress, biting your lip. A soft chuckle tickles your ear.

“If I was there I would strip you of that pesky robe and admire your gorgeous body by running my hands up and down every part of you.”

“Uh huh.” You sigh, running your hand up and down your chest, imagining it was his. “What else?”

“I would then have you spit in my hand and start jerking your pretty cock in my hand till you’re begging for more. Then I would lean down and lick up all the precum that leaks out of your little red tip. I’d suck you off and massage your balls in my hand and when you’re just about to cum I’d pull away –just to hear you whimper.” He sighs hungrily. “ I always do love the way you sound when you’re all worked up for me.”

Listening to Apollo’s honey rich voice depict such naughty things, you begin to slowly jerk your cock creating soft breathy moans to play through the phone.

“Is my baby getting excited from just my words?”

“Uh huh.”

“Use your words, Darling. Tell me, what are you doing?” Taking a few breaths you collect your words.

“I’m stroking myself, imagining it’s you.” Your admission blooms heat to your cheeks but it's rewarded with a warm hum of approval.

“Yeah? Give your pretty cock a little squeeze for me and rub your tip with your thumb.” Doing as he instructs you keen into the receiver. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Is your tip leaking?” You give another groaned ‘yes’. “Gather it on your fingers and lick them clean.”

Giving your shaft a few more tugs you milk the few drops of precum that’s beginning to drip down your length onto your fingers and begin sucking them clean, humming into the speaker.

“Does that taste good?”

“Yes, Sir.” You say.

“Good boy.”

“Where are you?” You breathlessly ask, your hand continuing to slowly stroke your member. A low rumble from Apollo’s chest meets your ears with his response.

“Well, my little dove, if you must know I’m in the back of my chauffeur’s car with only the dividing wall between us as I palm myself to your sweet sounds.”

An low uncontrolled groan is pulled from your lips at the thought of him pleasuring himself so close to someone else blissfully unaware of the erotic act taking place behind them. Your public figure boyfriend doing the unthinkable with a high likelihood of getting caught all because of his desperation for you.

You pull this from him.

Lust.

Hunger.

Depravity.

The very idea makes your hand move quicker on its own.

“Does that excite you, Baby?” Apollo asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” You breathe, needing more you mewl. “Talk to me, please, Sir. I need to hear you.” The other end of the line rings with a dark chuckle.

“So needy. So impatient.” He tsks mockingly. “What more could you need, babyboy? You have me. I’m listening to you jerk your pretty cock. What else is there?

“Perhaps you need me to tell you what a dirty boy you are for making me pull my cock out in the backseat of my driver’s car? How I wish you were here to clean up the precum already leaking from my tip with your tongue. Would you like that? To taste me? Have me fill your mouth till I spill down your throat?”

You can hear a slight hitch in Apollo’s voice, a clear indicator that he is stroking himself as well. The shuffling of clothing and the soft shift of leather beneath him as he gets himself comfortable for your play. The next few minutes the two of you merely exchange fevered breath and cursed moans as you feel yourselves to the idea of each other.

“Baby, you have your toy with you?” You give a hum of approval. “Good. Turn it on for me, put it up to the mic so I can hear it vibrate against my ear.” Doing as instructed, you release yourself to find the vibrator you’d discarded on the sheets. Turning it on you hold it in front of the receiver and touch it with a soft moan.

“Give it a filthy suck for me.” Again you quickly obey, earning you praise. “Good boy. Make it nice and wet, pretend it's my cock you’re prepping for your little asshole.”

Slurping on the vibrating toy between your lips makes your cock twitch with excitement, more sheer white liquid spilling out.

“Run it up and down your shaft and around your tip, Baby. No cumming! Just edge yourself.” A shudder runs down your spine at the sound of Apollo spitting into his hand to wet himself.

Doing as he says you slide the tip of the toy along your length and around the flare of your engorged tip, coating the silicon in your drippings.

“That feel good?”

“Yes, Sir.” You squeak out, your eyes screwed shut —the image of Apollo’s godly naked form painted behind your eyelids.

“Rub it against your balls.”

The vibrations that go through your tightening sack makes your toes curl and another choked moan releases into the silent room air.

“Speak to me, Baby. How are you feeling? What does my naughty little boy need?” You are almost so lost in the shock waves the vibrations are shooting through you to comprehend the words your boyfriend said into your ear. Swallowing a moan and wetting your lips you find the words.

“I feel needy for more. I need you to- to stretch me out. I feel so empty, Sir. Please.” You sound pathetic but you don’t care and neither does the man on the other end.

Your confession is met with mock sympathy.

“Poor, Baby. Needs his boyfriend to fill him up. Play with his little hole, make it loose and well used, huh? Need me to spit on it, make it sloppy. Stuff in my fingers to prepare you for my fat hard cock?”

“Yes. Yes!” You gasp, teasing your contracting hole with the pulsing vibrations of the toy in your shaking hand.

“Fuck. You sound so cute.” He says almost to himself. “Baby, reach into your bedside drawer and get your lube.”

You instantly toss the vibrator to the side. Hitting the speaker button you place your phone on the pillows beside you to grab the tube of clear gel in your bed sit table.

“Put it on your fingers and rub it everywhere. Coat your pretty cock, your tight balls and on and around that needy little hole of your’s. I want to be able to hear your hand moving against yourself any way I tell you to.”

Squirting a generous glob of lubricant onto your fingertips, snapping the lid shut and tossing it next to your toy, you begin rubbing the cold gel against the hot skin of your erection and most intimate areas. The vulgar sound of your wet palm working yourself fills the air alongside your breathy moans and sighs.

One hand is squeezing your shaft with every stroke, as the other kneads the slick into your sensitive balls —with your fingers moving further south to tease your clenching asshole.

“You sound so beautiful, Darling. Sounding so slick and desperate for me. Tell me what you’re doing. Paint me an image to jerk off to.” His lust coated voice purrs into your ear.

You tell him of your sprawled out naked form, your robe lost on the floor –forgotten– and your working hands on your groin.

“I’m stroking my cock and massaging my balls with lube like you told me to and made my needy hole sloppy how you like it.”

“You teasing your little asshole with your fingers?” He intersects.

“Yes, Sir.” He tsks in disapproval. “I’m sorry, Sir. I -ah- I couldn’t help it.” You whine with a high keen from the duel stimulation of your hands on your genitals.

“I know, my naughty boy. Always so excited for me with little patience.” You whimper apologetically that Apollo knows is hollow from your pleasure-filled moans.

I should punish you for your disobedience.” He lets his words hang between you, interrupted by a lusty moan of his own. “But… I’ll let it slide this one time for me having to leave you in this sorry state.” You eagerly whimper in agreement.

“Yes, please. I tried waiting for you but I miss you so much, Sir.”

“I know, Sweet boy and you’ve done so good for me. When I get home I’m gonna worship you as you deserve for being so good.” His promising and praising words melt over you, sending a shudder down your quivering form.

“As you stroke yourself can you insert one of your fingers into your tight hole for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” You instinctively reply

Releasing your testicals you readjust yourself against the pillows to better reach between your spread legs. Gathering the slick dripping around your hole you prod it with your middle finger teasingly a few times before finally sinking it knuckle deep. A high pitch sigh escapes your lips.

“Good boy. Start slowly pumping your finger till you can press another one in.”

Guiding you through your ministrations of your own genitals with body melting praise and bone chilling filth spewing into your ear till you’re able to comfortably curl three digits within your tight cavity.

“That’s my boy. Play with your ass harder, I want to hear the squelching of your fingers stretching you.” A choked-gasping moan tears through your throat as your movements become more aggressive. Hungry. Needy. Your other hand gripped around the tip of your shaft, thumb pressed and rubbing against your profusely leaking head.

“Sir- please. I- fuck!” You cry.

Balls tightening, cock twitching and eyes screwed shut with muscles cramping with built up tension. You can feel your end nearing and it feels so good. You want nothing more than to erupt in this moment with your fist wrapped around your raging erection and knuckles deep in your own quivering asshole but that relief was pulled out from under you by Apollo’s commanding voice rumbling in your ear.

“Stop!”

You groan and whimper in frustration at your obedient body pulling away at his single worded command –body shivering, toes curled and chest heaving.

“Good boy.” His rich voice smooths over your pleasure deprived body. “You were so close, weren’t you, Baby?” A sniffled ‘uhuh’ was your response as a frustrated tear streaks down your heated cheek.

“I know, Darling. I’m sorry but I couldn’t let our fun end just yet.” He says sweetly through the speaker. “We haven’t even gotten to properly use your toy, have we?” He asks, a clear smirk in his voice.

“No, Sir.” You manage to say, through heavy breath.

“No.” He parrots. “And what a shame it’d be to not.” He chuckles.

“Pick up your toy and put more lube on it, I want my vibrator to slide smoothly into your pretty asshole. Make it nice and easy to fuck yourself with it.” You give a whimpered ‘yes, sir’ as you dutifully spread more gel along the length of the purple toy and more on your waiting hole.

“Vibrate it against your hole. And no touching your cock.” The second half comes out as a thinly veiled threatening command. If you had half a mind left you might tempt that and purposefully disobey Apollo’s words but your well trained body was running on autopilot. Doing everything to please your boyfriend. To do just as he says for the rich reward of his praising words.

Rimming your hole with the toy, it takes everything not to finally shove it fully into your gummy walls. But you’re good. You wait despite your pleading body.

After a small eternity of sending vibrating pulses through your hole that is clenching the prodding silicone tip, eager to suck it in.

“Please- I need it, Sir. Please.” You plead wantonly, as your other hand rubs against your exposed chest, pinching and teasing your hard nipples for much needed stimulation.

“You haven’t touched your cock? Or pressed into your needy hole without my permission?”

“No, Sir. I was good. I promise.” You cry, hoping your words ring earnestly in his ears, granting you what you need most.

A torturous moment of his deafening silent tongue, nothing but his low growls and a grumbled ‘shit’ to be heard in the speaker.

“Go ahead, Baby. Stuff your slutty hole with your toy. Pretend it’s my cock. Imagine it’s me fucking into you. Pressing your body into the mattress with my hips.” You can hear the staggering in Apollo’s voice, his hand moving audibly faster with the added wetness of his spit.

Inserting the toy that doesn’t fill you nearly as much as you need. With your eyes squeezed shut you try to imagine it’s Apollo’s cock but it's not and that knowledge only makes your desperate misery deeper. Your free hand still resists touching your painfully hard cock, opting to continue toying with your nipples. Touching the expanse of your heated flesh with your palm.

“Please, Sir. Let me touch my -ah- my cock. Please. Please.” You are so hot, it feels as if a fire has been set under your skin, you’re past the point of caring about begging. You’d gladly grovel and lick the ground under Apollo’s feet for the chance to get the relief you’re so desperately seeking.

Thank the gods he takes pity on you, his voice just as debauched as yours.

“Yes, Baby boy. Stroke your cock. Squeeze it hard. I want to hear your cries of pleasure in my ear as I cum. I’m so close, Darling.” He growls, his voice low and restrained.

“My cock is so fucking hard for you, Baby. I should be the one inside your fucked out hole, not that toy. I should be the one making you cry, seeing your cute face —all fucked out and euphoric. Fuck!

Can you hear how hopelessly I’m stroking my cock, trying to make myself cum?”

You can’t. You are barely registering the words Apollo is saying through the rushing wave of pleasure crashing over you. You moan an affirmative sound anyway with your helpless ‘please’ and whimpered ‘yes’.

The two of you are no longer sharing coherent thoughts, you’re merely urging the other to their ends with praise and gratified sounds.

“So good for me. Fuck. I need you. Crave you. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“Yes, Apollo. I’m- I-.” You are unable to finish your declaration before your high overtakes your body.

The never ending pulsing of the vibrator invading your quivering walls, hitting that secret button deep within,  doesn’t falter along with your persistent fist. In a moment of blinding heat, the imaginary cord within you snaps and splits you into a million deliciously destroyed pieces.

Streams of hot white spunk shoot from your flared tip, painting your panting chest. The hand holding the toy slows, as well as your moving fist milking the last drops of your pent up seed till your fatigued riddled body slumps —the toy still lodged inside you and hand grasping your exhausted shaft.

All that’s left with your tired-shaky breath is the soundtrack of Apollo’s impending end. His breath horse and haggard as his hellbent hand furiously jerks his cock till his finally silently roars an open mouthed groan of release.

The next few moments are filled with your collective gasping breaths, the low hum of the vibrator overstimulating your used hole and soon a warm and coughed out chuckle from Apollo. You can faintly hear rustling coming from his end as he —presumably— begins cleaning himself up.

Then a finalizing sigh comes through.

“Are you still with me, Darling?” He asks, humor lacing his voice making you tiredly chuckle in return.

“Barely.” You joke. “That was-.”

“Wonderful.”  Apollo finishes. It was –considering what you had available in your current separation.

With gentle guidance you turn off and slowly remove the vibrator from your pulsing insides and manage to turn your slack body onto your side, bringing the phone closer to your face.

“I miss you so much, Baby.” You confess, a bittersweet edge ringing true in the end.

“I know.” He really does.  

Basking in the afterglow of your intense high, you listen to Apollo’s melodic voice praising you and saying more promises that makes your cock tempted to twitch back to life sooner than expected.

“Be prepared, my darling boy, once I get back you’re not leaving that bed till I’m satisfied.”

“Sounds like the kind of torture I can get behind.”

“You should be very careful what you wish for, you might end up biting off more than you can chew at once.” A giddy feeling wells up in your chest but is interrupted by the sound of a knock coming from the front door.

You let out a disappointed groan, you didn’t want to end your flirtations yet.

“What’s wrong?”

“There is someone at the door but maybe if I just stay here they’ll go away.” You say playfully but are met with a disapproving Apollo.

“No, no. Be a good boy and answer the door.”

“Fine.” You sigh, willing your body to sit up sighing from a delicious soreness radiating from beneath you.

And as if on cue, just as you were about to pick up your discarded rope Apollo interrupts you.

“Naked.” The single word makes you stop in your tracks.

“What?”

“You heard me. Be a good boy and answer the door –naked.” You try to retaliate but his tone leaves little for argument. “You are my obedient boy, aren’t you?” He asks, teasingly, knowing it’ll spark your submissive need to please. Gathering your dazed courage you sigh out a coy ‘okay’.

Walking out of your bedroom on shaky legs you patter over to the door with a thrilling mix of shame and excitement turning in your belly. Peeking through the peephole you don’t see anything —it’s covered, leaving only darkness in your sight.

“I can’t see who it is.” You whisper into the receiver making Apollo chuckle.

“That’s ok, just open it.” Swallowing your resignation and in a push of sudden courage you unlatch the lock and open the door.

On the other side is a smug, and slightly disheveled, looking Apollo hanging up the phone, shoving it into his pocket.

“I told you it’d be okay.” He says smugly, stepping into the doorway to capture your nude form in his arms. The door quickly shuts behind him as you leap into his arms, his hands eagerly cup under your ass. Your lips are locked with tongues in a desperate battle for dominance as he slips off his shoes and walks the two of you back to your shared bedroom.

The wind is knocked from your lung when he throws your back to the mattress before him. Propped on your elbows you watch entranced and bewildered as your boyfriend undoes his tie and begins stripping himself of his pointless expensive clothing.

“I hope you’re prepared, my darling.” He says, crawling over your body that is moving further up the mattress, in nothing but his underwear with a very prominent tent already forming.

“I wasn’t lying when I said we’d be in here till I’m done with you.

And I intend to uphold that promise.”

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"Unbelievable"- The kissing booth AU Chapter two

part 3 of 4 || series masterlist || previous part || next part

pairing: modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader, side modern!Aemond Targaryen x modern!Floris Baratheon

summary: Aegon drives you home after the fundraiser, There is another party even though at first all seems to go worse than ever, he gives you something that gives you hope.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: kissing/making out, fighting, sexual harrasment, love confession, piv sex, unprotected sex, first time sex

Taglist: @fan-goddess

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You slowly and reluctantly pull away from him after a while. Shoulders and chest wrecked by heavy breaths and lips split by the biggest smile of your life. Neither of you speaks for a second. Too concentrated to on drowning in each other's gazes. 

“Shit, e-everyone just saw that...” You find your words first as the two of you realize that you are in fact not in a movie or your own little world, but still at your school's fundraiser. In front of a crowd of spectators, nonetheless. 

“Yep, pretty much.” He replies in a much more confident tone that only you can hear over the cheering crowd. And then there it is again, that smile of his, that makes your heart feel like it is about to break out of your chest with how fast and hard it is beating. 

“No! Kill me now, please!” You hide your burning face behind your hands as he chuckles. 

“Relax, princess. It was just a kiss!”

You agree with him, but as you watch him leave it doesn´t feel like `just a kiss´. It feels like so much more than `just a kiss´. And as your mind fully returns to reality, there is only one thought. What are you gonna tell Aemond?

It takes a while to find your best friend in the mass of people that is walking around, but even that time isn´t enough to find an answer to that question. 

“Is everything alright?” Aemond stands in front of you and looks at you with worry and your mind feels about as blank as it was during that kiss. 

“Yeah, no, yeah. Everything was perfect. Something kinda funny happened actually.” You try to mask the wavering of your voice by laughing a bit more excessively than necessary. Hoping he would laugh along as you continue to speak. “I ended up kissing your brother.” 

But Aemond doesn´t laugh. On the contrary. His face falls into a deep frown and his eyebrows knit together for a moment. He´s trying to gauge something. Then he lightens up again. 

“Just don´t end up fucking him. Or I will literally never talk to you again.” He remarks in a half serious tone. 

“What? No, ew, what do you think of me?” Arguably your tone is a bit too over the top to be believable, but if he suspects something Aemond doesn´t speak up. 

You feel quite on edge after the conversation with Aemond and so you decide to run home. 

Stretching before you go, your eyes land on Aegon once more. He stands a good bit further away from you so you can´t hear what he is talking about, but from the looks of it and by the way he leans down to the girl, whos back is the only thing you see, it all points to him flirting with her. You shake your head and start to run. Doubting the kiss even meant anything to him. 

You are halfway through the way home when lightning strikes through the sky and a loud clap of thunder is heard. Luckily for you right in that moment Aegon stops his motorcycle behind you. You don´t trust the thing, but you also are not in the mood to get wet and catch a cold from the rain, so you put on the helmet and hold onto Aegon tightly. Still, the rain gets too strong to continue safely and so you stop at a gazebo to shelter yourselves from the downpour.

The air is cool and there is a tension that you can´t quite put your finger on, making you shiver. You slowly inch closer to him, to profit from the warmth that radiates off his body. Without a word Aegon takes off his leather jacket and puts it over your shoulders wordlessly.

It´s one of the first moments you truly realize how much he towers over you. His hands wander upwards from your shoulders and while his thumbs rest on your cheeks, the palms easily reaching to the back of your neck.

Your breath shudders at how softly his rough hands rest against your skin. Your heart beats out of your chest once more and your eyes are focused on switching between his darkened ones and his beautiful, pink lips. 

This time it is you who moves in to kiss him. Simply unable to stay away from him any longer after the incident at the fundraiser. The way his lips move against yours in slow, perfect motions sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. Which leads to Aegon pulling you closer and picking up the pace of the kiss. You wrap your arms around him tighter in the same notion as to not lose balance on your tiptoes. And then, just as his tongue presses against your lower lip to silently ask for entrance the light of a flashlight takes you out of the moment. 

You stumble away from Aegon as he is reprimanded by the security person, that he was warned about bringing girls to the site. Your mouth falls open with a scoff of pure disbelieve. Stomping away into the now dry but still cold as fuck night, that immediately forces you to turn around. “Just so you know, I’m still mad at you, but It’s cold and you are going to take me home.” You huff.

Despite your ruined mood you relax against his back as you once more hold onto him tight.

And as you close the door to your house the already rocky mood, doesn´t promise to take a turn for the better any time soon. 

“I thought Aemond was driving you home tonight.” Your father's tone is even, but it is apparent that he isn´t amused. 

“Yeah, sorry dad. Something came up so Aegon drove me.” You sigh as you walk past him. 

“So, I won´t see you on a motorcycle again?” 

“No, you won´t. I promise. I´ll go to bed now. The evening was kinda exhahusting.” You rub your eyes and close the door to your room before your father can say anything else. 

You unceremoniously throw yourself onto the bed and pull out your phone in time to see Aemonds message before you hear the ping of the device. 

“Did you get home okay?” Another deep sigh passes your lips as you read the message repeatedly. You didn´t want to lie to him, but you also couldn´t tell what happened yet. So, as you lie down, you try to remind yourself of rule number six of your friendship rules. If you can´t tell your best friend about something you're doing. You probably shouldn´t be doing it. In moments like these you wish your mom would still be with you.

The tension between Aegon and you only rises with time and with neither of you confessing or forgetting about the whole thing the end up making you both crazy. One day, while you are having a party with a lot of people from school, you see him swarmed by girls while playing volleyball and decide you are not going to sit with that dirty feeling of jealousy coursing through your veins. Pulling off your clothes you reveal the most gorgeous two piece, that pushed your boobs up to look better than should be allowed. You know he keeps a close eye on you and you can feel his gaze burning as you go down the water slide and play stupid drinking games. Of course, you never exchange a word. Day quickly turns into night and as you go to get another drink, slightly tipsy and alone since Aemond went off to make out with Floris somewhere, you find yourself approached by none other than Qyle Martell. 

“You look pretty. You should come join me in the whirlpool.” His voice leaves no room for discussion. 

“No thanks, Qyle. I´m good.” You refuse anyway. Not in the mood to entertain someone who is known to be, well... Qyle Martell. 

“Come on. I´m sure I could make it worth your while...” He grabs you by the wrist. More persistent than before if that was even possible without flat out carrying you there. 

“She said no, man.” Aegons voice booms from behind you. Full of the pent-up frustration of the day.

It gives you a chance to pull your wrist out of Qyle´s grip, who deems the oldest Targaryen sibling with a sarcastic scoff. 

“I´m fine. Please just drive me home? Please.” You whisper, suddenly feeling tiredness weighing down your entire body. Knowing Aegon´s temper, you take him by the hand and pull him away from the scene, before the three of you gain even more attention.  

It only serves Qyle right though, because when the two of you are a good distance away already almost out of hearing distance he decides to yell after you. “I´d be mad as well, if I was doing it with my little brother's sloppy seconds!” 

You hear the laughter erupt behind him and while, selfishly you aim for a running away strategy, Aegon doesn´t. Instead, he runs towards the Martell, knocking him of his feet. By the time you make it to where the cars are parked you have made your peace with walking home and finding Aegon with a busted face tomorrow. But to your surprise you hear his voice behind you. Loud and shaking and addressing you by your real name for once. “Get in the car.” 

You halt in your steps and wince, but don´t dare to turn around and face him. 

“Just get in the car.” He slams his fist down on the hood of his car, before his voice becomes softer, bordering on begging. “Please” 

With tears pricking at your lower lash line and your eyes trained on the ground you do as he tells you and get in the car. There is a heavy silence between the two of you for the first half of the drive. Until the blond finally finds his voice again. 

“I´m... Sorry, for lashing out... But you gotta understand me here too. This wasn´t how it was supposed to go. I never meant to fall for my brother's best friend.” He sounds so vulnerable in that moment, you don´t know what to say and so you only look at him. Tears still shining in your eyes.

“Wait... this isn´t the way home.” You whisper confusedly, after looking out of the windshield for a moment. 

“I want to show you something.” That’s all the information he gives you.

He drives the two of you out of the city and then some further. Leading you up a hill until you are at the perfect spot to overlook the city. The lights shining brightly even to the spot you are at. 

You marvel at the view, with wide sparkling eyes, but the reality of you are there with catches up to you sooner rather than late. 

“So, the how many girls have seen this with you?” You sit down in the grass, legs tired from the day. 

“No one. I only come here alone. Well until now.” Despite his tender and honest tone, you scoff. 

“Gods, you are such a player. Your literrally haven´t changed. You´re crazy.” You see a hurt look flash over his face, but it makes way to a smug smile as fast as it appears. 

“I´m crazy about you.” 

“Alright.” You sigh deeply. Shaking your head. “There will be some rules if this is supposed to work.” 

“Bring it on.” He feel his warmth close to you as he sits down so close his shoulder touches yours. 

“Number one: There can´t be any more fighting.” You count on your finger. 

“Okay, done.” He chimes in. 

“Number 2: You stop telling me what to do.” You put more emphasis on that one as you put up another finger. 

“Cross my heart.” He swears, drawing an x over his heart with his finger. The gesture earns hum a serious glance telling him to let you finish talking. 

“And number 3: If we do this nobody can know. At least until you know how to tell Aemond. I mean it. Not a single soul.” You put a third finger up and speak with yet again more intention. 

It tempts him to tease you more. “Has anyone ever told you that you´re cute when you´re bossy.” 

“I´m serious, Aegon.” 

“So am I.” He cups your cheeks in both of his rough hands and you are a goner once more. 

As if through a magnetic pull, the two of you move in for another kiss. Locking lips for a slow and languid touch. With out any interruption this time, it quickly escalates. Starting with him nibbling on your lower lip until it is a passionate, desperate fight for dominance. Every time he moves in again, he steals the breath out of your lungs only to breath it back into them. His hands wander down to rub circles into your hips, eliciting the sweetest sounds from you, as yours run all over his muscular chest and arms.

“We don´t have to do this.” He whispers breathlessly. His pale cheeks dark red with a blush form your actions and you can feel your own burn as well. 

“I want to do it. I want you.” You assure him with a murmur in his ear. Kissing along the shell of it, nibbling on his earlobe and then trailing down to suck on his neck. Pulling away you proudly notice the small bruise that has discolored the skin. Your eyes flick up to meet his half closed, darkened by lust ones. 

“Fuck, I need you too.” He breathes. Carefully pushing you backwards until your back hits the ground. 

Instinctively your fingers thread into the silky locks that are his hair. Legs spreading for him to find his place between them. Your eyes shut tightly as he kisses you again. Teasingly rubbing his hardness against your core. The friction it provides pulls the sweetest moans from both of your lips, spilling into each other's mouths as you never break your kiss. 

When he sheathes his cock inside your tight heat, your head falls back with a whimper of his name escaping your lungs from the stretch of your velvet walls. "Aegon...” 

“I know. You have no idea how long I have waited for this.” His lips find the crook of your neck. Kissing and biting on the soft skin. Going lower. Pushing your shirt up to suck on one of your sensitive nipples, sucking his own marks into the flesh around it. Easy to be concealed later on as to not catch anyone's attention. The pace he sets is fast. A testament to both of your desperation.

“Gods, you are so tight.” 

“Hmmm, you feel so good. Please, please.” You don´t even know what you are begging for, but the pleas seem to be the only words left in your mind. The rest is overtaken by him. His smell, the taste of his lips, the way his skin feels against yours.

The sound of skin slapping on skin drowns out the sound of the cicadas singing. You feel helpless to him in all the best ways. And then, one of his hands slides between your thighs to play with your clit, the other still twirling and pinching your nipples, you are driven right up to the edge. 

“Aegon... I won´t last much longer.” You whine. Needily wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

“Me neither.” His answer comes out intermittently. 

He picks up the pace with which his hips meet yours. Driving you into the earth underneath you, your hips barely able to meet his anymore. 

“Let go for me, sweetheart. Come for me.” He encourages you in a strained, but all the same saccharine voice. 

That´s all it takes to send you over the edge of pleasure. As your hips start to shake uncontrollably you gasp out his name. Feeling him spill himself inside of your fluttering cunt with a groan of yours. Too weak to hold himself up any longer Aegon collapses onto you. Burying you underneath his weight, but you don´t mind it. Once you are both calmed down, aside from your legs that still tremble around his waist, you lean your forehead against his.

“That was...” You look for a fitting word, but there are none to describe what you had felt. The intimacy, the bond, yet he seems to understand without you having to find the words. 

“Yes, it was.” He nods ever so slightly to not have to pull away from where your faces rest against each other.  

The two of you share a laugh and soon thereafter fall asleep. Exhausted from the day at the beach and your activities after. 

You wake up before him the next morning. The last rays of the sunrise painting his face in a beautiful light. You have never seen him look so peaceful in your life. An almost angelic vibe surrounds him with the way his silver blond hair splays out around his head. You have no idea what would happen next, no clue how all this would play out. Though the feeling in your tummy tells you it won´t blow over easily. And yet as all this flows through you, one thought prevails. This is all that damn kissing booth's fault.

[talanashta]

Remain Paw-sitive! - Chapter Two

For @dame-zoom-a-lot who requested this story ages ago. Hope you like Ch2, just as much as Ch1!

Rating: T | No CWs | Word Count: 2,430 | Pairings: Steddie Additional Tags: Modern, No Upside Down AU

Chapter Two of Two

Wednesday rolled around before Steve knew it, and he was just ready and waiting for Eddie to arrive. Tabby had picked up on his emotions and wouldn't settle. She kept pacing the living room, alert and on guard for whatever had Steve so wound up. He felt awful.

Luckily, they didn't have to wait too long like that because he'd told Eddie to be there about half an hour after he got home from work. All too soon, he heard a knock on his front door.

Tabby instantly started barking and jumping at the front door. Steve quickly wrangled her leash on her and flipped the lock on the door. It took some wrestling, but he got Tabby led over to the other side of the room and hollered, "Door's open! You can come in now!"

The door slowly swung open, with Eddie peering around it before gently stepping inside. "Hey, man," he greeted. His tone changed to something softer, "Hey, little miss."

Eddie pulled another plastic baggie out of his jacket pocket and shook it in Tabby's direction. "I've got more of the good stuff for you!" He started pulling bits of meat and cheese out and tossing them in her direction like last time.

Even this quickly, Steve could see the difference. It took a treat or two less than last time to get her calmed down and happy to see the man, and Steve was nearly overwhelmed with his emotions. His precious Tabs might actually get to live a normal dog life some day. He was willing to put in all the hard work it would take to get her there. Whatever Eddie said he needed to do, he would.

"So," Eddie said while rubbing Tabby's belly and interrupting Steve's thoughts, "today we decided to go for a walk, right?"

Steve nodded and tried to pull himself back together before he threw himself at Eddie's feet in worship. He had to clear his throat before he could speak, feeling a lump of emotions having settled there. "Yeah, I think so."

"Alright!" Eddie said, standing up. "I'm going to have you hold her leash and lead the way." He gestured widely to the door. "I don't know my way around your neighborhood, so I'll just follow you."

Instead of just taking his shoes off when he got home, Steve had switched into tennis shoes and his dog-walking clothes, so he was already prepared to head out the door. He lead Eddie and Tabby outside, down the front steps, and to the sidewalk.

The trio started walking down the street and had almost made it a block before Steve saw a car coming from the nearest intersection.

"Follow my lead," Eddie said cheerfully and jogged about three-quarters of the way up the closest driveway.

He didn't quite understand it, but he followed anyway.

As the car was about to pass by, he heard Eddie say, "Tabby," and offer her a piece of cheese. Just before then, he'd felt her start to tense and get ready to lunge, but suddenly she was redirected to Eddie and didn't even flinch at the car.

Steve just gaped at Eddie. "Holy shit, man. How'd you do that?"

Eddie gave him spirit fingers. "Magic," he said with a laugh. After a second, he corrected himself, "Nah, it's simple. She gets worked up by the cars, sure, but we did a couple things to make her less scared.

"Since we came up here and away from the street, she's not so close to the car, which makes it easier to handle. Then calling her attention away from it and giving her a treat gets her distracted enough that the car can just pass on by without any issues," Eddie explained.

He nodded to the sidewalk. "We can keep walking now, and we'll just do this every time we see a car."

Steve was in awe. Eddie kept doing these things that to him are easy as pie, but Steve would've never figured them out in a million years on his own. He could kiss the guy in gratitude (or just kiss him in general; Steve wouldn't turn him down).

They continued on their walk, and for the most part, it went as smoothly as Steve had expected every walk to go when he'd first gotten Tabby. There were a couple times where the redirect and treat wasn't enough, especially with the big, noisy pickup trucks, but otherwise, she was a calm, happy pup as they walked around the neighborhood.

By the time they got back to Steve's house, he was in the best mood he'd ever been in after one of Tabby's walks. He and Eddie had spent the whole time chatting away, talking about their jobs and hobbies and personal lives, interspersed with little tips and lessons from Eddie on how to help Tabby. Honestly, he didn't want Eddie to leave. He was having too much fun.

The two of them just stood for a long moment of Steve's doorstep, before Eddie said, "Well, it looks like it's time for me to head out."

Steve frowned. "You sure? You could come in for a minute, get a glass of water before you go," he offered, trying to get Eddie to say ‘yes,' to say ‘sure, I'll come in and stay forever Steve; you'll never be lonely again.' (Okay, maybe not that second one yet; it's a little soon.)

Eddie hesitated, looking at the front door, dare he say… longingly? Then he looked back to his van. "I appreciate the offer," he said, a little slowly, "but I've got to get going. I promised Chrissy I'd hang out with her tonight." He offered Steve a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's all good," Steve told him. "I get it. Have fun." He returned Eddie's smile, then turned and started to unlock his front door.

Eddie was quiet for a moment. "Okay. See you Friday for our next lesson."

Steve nodded. "See you then. I'll venmo you your fee once I get her settled inside." Finally, he got the door unlocked and the keys stuck in his pocket, so he gave Eddie a wave as the man walked away.

Once they were inside, he did send Eddie the money, but as soon as he got the confirmation it sent, he was dialing Robin's number.

"Hey," she answered. "I've been waiting for you to call."

He let out a deep sigh. "Am I that obvious?" he asked her.

Robin hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe? Obviously to me you are, but I'm not everyone," she concluded.

"Ugh," Steve groaned, flopping onto the couch on his back and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why does he have to be so amazing?"

"Well, Chrissy's pretty great," Robin said, and probably to anyone else it would be a non-sequitur, but Steve knew her and knew how her train of thought worked.

"Yeah, she wouldn't have any sucky friends," he agreed. "Especially her best friend."

"Mhm." He could hear Robin get comfier over the phone, settling in to listen to him go on and on about his crush on Eddie, for sure. "So are you going to ask him out?"

He rubbed his face and asked, "Are we sure he likes guys? Would he even be interested in me? I'm kind of the exact opposite of everything he's got going on."

"Uh, yeah, he's into guys. I'm pretty sure he even likes you." Robin took a deep breath. "I mean, I asked Chrissy, and she wouldn't tell me either way whether he's crushing on you back, but she did confirm he's bi."

The butterflies in his stomach started to go crazy at the fact that he might have a chance. "Really?" he asked, needing to be sure he heard her right.

"Mhm. Just ask him out next time you see him, dingus," Robin said firmly. "Otherwise, I will bring back the ‘you suck' board." He believed her, too. She absolutely would, just to mess with him.

"Fine," he grumbled. "Let's talk about something else. Like, how'd your date go last night? I forgot to ask today at work."

He spent the rest of the evening listening to Robin ramble on about how cute Chrissy was and how they went for a walk around the park and had a picnic, all packed and planned by her girlfriend. Steve would never make a fuss about it to Robin, but he was a little jealous of how good Robin's relationship was. He spent most of his evenings lonely nowadays. Tabby helped, but as good of a listener as she was, she wasn't a substitute for human conversation.

Maybe he really did need to bite the bullet and ask Eddie out so he'd stop being jealous of his best friend.

He went to bed that night thinking it over and trying to decide the best way to do it.

When he woke up the next morning, it was to the wet, slurping noises of Tabby trying to clean the inside of his ear with her tongue. "Gross!" he cried out, flailing a bit. "Tabby!"

She pulled back enough to avoid his hands waving through the air, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't have an ounce of remorse. She'd do it again in a heartbeat. Man, did he love her, even if she did gross stuff sometimes.

He walked through the next day and a half in a daze, just waiting for Friday evening to roll around. It eventually did, but it felt like the time dragged on forever, like moving through honey. By the time he was home and waiting, ready for Eddie to show, he felt like he'd aged twenty years.

Anyone else, he thought, would surely be second guessing themselves about their plan by now, but he'd never been one to be shy when it came to romance. He just hoped he didn't get turned down. So far, his plan was to wait for the end of the session to ask, to give Eddie an out if he didn't want it and felt uncomfortable. Steve kept telling himself that Eddie probably liked him back, based on what he'd seen the last two times they interacted, so he had nothing to worry about.

Finally, he heard a knock on the door, signaling Eddie's arrival. His entrance played out exactly as it had on Wednesday, with Steve holding Tabby and Eddie letting himself in and coaxing Tabby into docility.

Once Eddie was petting Tabby, he looked to Steve and said, "So I thought we'd try and work on her separation anxiety today, if that's okay with you."

Steve's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you said she starts barking and trying to bite when you leave, right?" Eddie asked him.

Oh. "Yeah."

Eddie nodded. "We're going to try and get her to be a little calmer when she sees you get ready to leave."

"How?" Steve asked, curious.

"What's the last thing you do before you leave the house?" Eddie asked in return instead of answering his question.

"Uh…" Steve thought through his routine. "Put my shoes on and grab my keys. Put a coat on if it's cold out."

Eddie just smiled and nodded. "Yeah, so I'm going to give you the treats. I want you to go do those things, give Tabby a treat, then come sit back down on the couch."

Steve started walking toward the door, ready to do what Eddie said, but paused. "In my coat and shoes?" he asked, clarifying.

"Yep," Eddie responded, popping the 'p.' He gave Steve a reassuring look. "We want to try and get her desensitized to you getting ready to leave. Make her not so stressed about it."

Realization dawned on Steve. "Ohhh." He nodded and finished walking to the coat rack. Then he did exactly what Eddie said and returned to join him on the couch, watching as Tabby started to get worked up, then calmed right down once she got a treat and saw he wasn't actually leaving.

Once he was settled in next to Eddie, he said to the man, "You're so good at this. I don't know what I'd do without your help."

Eddie blushed and pulled a piece of hair in front of his mouth bashfully. "It's nothing, man."

Steve instantly sat up straighter and focused all his attention on Eddie. "No, I'm serious. It's only been a week, and I'm already starting to be able to handle this better," he told him. "I love Tabby, but I was seriously concerned that I wasn't a good fit for her and that I'd have to give her up to someone else better suited for her." He tried to convey with his eyes and expression how serious he was to Eddie.

"Really?" Eddie asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah," Steve assured, putting his hand on Eddie's knee. "You're the best thing that could've happened to us."

He'd barely finished speaking before he felt Eddie's lips press against his. First his eyes went wide in surprise then drooped shut as he kissed back, pressing firmly into Eddie's lips.

Not enough time passed, in his opinion, before Eddie was pulling away and leaping off the couch, eyes wide and panicked. "I shouldn't have done that," Eddie said, looking ready to flee.

"Hey, hey," Steve said softly and gently, standing with his hands out like Eddie was a spooked horse and slowly moving to be between him and the door so he couldn't run away. "It's okay. I wanted that."

He saw him take a deep breath, and slowly, the panic started to recede from his expression. "You did?"

Steve nodded, offering him a hand and a reassuring smile. "Yeah. I was actually planning on asking you out after we got done, but you beat me to it."

Eddie slowly put his hand in Steve's, and Steve led them back to sitting on the couch. "You could still ask," Eddie said tentatively.

"Yeah?" Steve teased, then asked seriously, "Would you go on a date with me, Eddie?"

The man just nodded, wide-eyed and earnest. "I'd really like that," he said.

"Cool," Steve responded. Then laughed as Tabby decided now was the perfect moment to hop onto the couch between them and wiggle and wedge herself into a ball, laying pressed between their legs.

"Seems like Miss Tabby agrees," Eddie said with a smile.

Steve hummed in agreement. "I think she likes you just as much as I do," he said, then pressed another kiss to Eddie's mouth.

[m-jelly]

I NEED A PART 2 ON THE COLORBLIND LEVI X READER!!! Like how they first met he was nervous on her reaction and how she pieced things together on his 'perspective on color' ? You can make up the ending i like them all! Thank you!!!

@ladycheesington <3

All the colours: First date

Levi x fem!Reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, colour blindness

Levi has always managed his colour blindness and tried his best to get you pretty things, including flowers. You gift him with glasses one day on a date through a botanical garden. Levi is so touched and is in awe of how vibrant the flowers are.

Part 1

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Levi was a ball of emotions because today you were going on your first date together. He was in love and you were with him. You'd flirted so much and tension was high. You had taken the plunge and asked Levi out on a date. He was so excited, but then his worries about his eyes came to mind.

Levi thought you were so incredibly beautiful and pretty. He admired you so much and how you carried yourself and the clothes you wore. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to marvel at it all fully because he was colourblind. He couldn't see some bright colours, so flowers, makeup and clothes were hard.

His eyes widened when he saw you hurry over to him with a bright smile. He couldn't make out all the colours you were wearing because it was more dull tones, but he knew that they were stunning. You held yourself so well. You were so beautiful to him and even though the colours were merging and a bit dull, you managed to make them brighter.

You came to a stop before him. "Hey Levi, you look great! Love the look on you."

He shuffled in his tight ripped jeans, beanie hat, white lowcut shirt and leather jacket. "I uh...thank you." He blushed hard. "I love your outfit. You look so pretty. The colours are so bright."

You smiled at him as something slightly clicked in your head because of his colour comment. "Thank you." You moved closer. "Can I hug you?"

Levi tackled you into a hug. "Yes." He inhaled deeply and adored your scent and perfume. "Mm."

You squeezed him. "You give the best hugs."

"So do you." He released you a little. "So pretty."

You giggled. "Thank you." You gently kissed his cheek before releasing him. "Shall we go on our date? I think I picked the perfect place for you."

He entwined his fingers with yours and walked with you down the street. "I know it'll be perfect because I'll be with you." He groaned at his words. "That too much?"

"It's cute!"

He smiled a little. "I'm glad." You pulled him along to a cute cafe and gave your name to the front-of-house lady. "Thank you."

Levi pulled your chair out for you. "This is a sweet place."

You blushed a little. "Right? I saw it advertised and I knew we just had to. So, I've already ordered the food and drink. We're having afternoon tea."

"That's exciting." He smiled as the food was put down and the tea. "Wow, look at all the bright colours."

You hummed a laugh to give Levi comfort. "Yeah." You poured him a cup of tea and one for yourself. "I hope you enjoy."

"I know I will."

The two of you chatted and flirted with each other as you enjoyed sandwiches, cakes and treats. You sat for hours just chatting and eating as you bonded. You both had so much in common that conversations just flowed between the two of you. You didn't want to part from each other.

Levi wanted the date to continue, so the next thing you did was go for a walk through the park. The conversation just flowed again. Your bodies moved closer to each other. Both of you giggled when you hurried to a shaded spot under a tree. Your back was pressed against the tree as your lips found each other in a passionate heat.

He pulled back from your lips and panted. "I feel like I've known you for a lifetime."

"Me too." You played with his shirt a little. "May I ask you something?"

"Anything. I'm an open book."

You sighed. "Please don't take offence, but are you colourblind?"

Levi went white. "What?"

"Well, you are saying things are bright when they're not. I'm guessing you don't see them as bright but you're saying they are."

He lowered his head and mumbled his words. "Yes, yes I am. Tch, shit isn't that pathetic and embarrassing?"

You cupped his face and lifted his head. "No. You're perfect and wonderful, Levi. I adore you for you." You kissed under his eyes and hummed a laugh. "You're incredible."

Levi kissed you and sighed a moment. "Thank you. I was so nervous about you finding out, but it makes me so incredibly happy that you accept all of me."

"Always and forever, my handsome man."

[i-am-still-bb]

Whumptober 2024 - Day 4

hallucinations | hypnosis | sensory deprivation overload | “you're still alive in my head.”

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Modern AU Fili/Kili 

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Fili could feel it starting. He knew it was going to happen even before the meeting had begun. It was the hum of the fluorescent lights. The cloying scent of someone’s cologne, and the competing florals of a perfume. It was the angle of the sun in his eyes. It was the sound of fancy shoes on the elaborate stone tiles of the Parliamentary rooms that overlooked the river. The cacophony of voices that just grew louder as they argued and wanted to be heard. The sharpness of tones. The harshness of laughter. 

It was everything.

His fists were buried in his pockets. Not okay. Not allowed. But it allowed him to roll the heavy, oblong, metal spheroid that Kili had given him in his palm. 

It had probably started this morning before he had even gotten dressed for the day. Beneath his clothes the skin on his shoulders hurt each time the fabric stretched or pulled over his skin. There was nothing there. No reason for the pain. But there it was. And on today of all days. 

Today when the government was meeting to discuss how to deal with social unrest. Dain had ended up shouting down a couple of other people, his booming voice echoing off the curving ceiling off the round chapter house. A sound that made Fili’s brain throb. He had wanted nothing more than to stand up and shout Dain down; he just wanted all of them to be quiet. 

Was that too much to ask?

But unlike last time, his fingers weren’t bleeding, because this time he had the spheroid tucked into the pocket of his jacket or trousers. And instead of picking at the delicate skin around his nails he had something else to occupy his hands and his mind. 

“You were quiet.” Thorin appeared at Fili’s elbow.  The reproach was there, even if it was unspoken.

“I was listening.” He had learned not to explicitly challenge the silent reproaches.

“And?” Thorin raised his eyebrows in question. “How do you think we should deal with this situation with the miner’s out near Lhûn?”

Fili closed his fist around the spheroid. All he wanted was to lay down in silence. And until that happened he did not know if he would be able to think clearly. Everything felt fragmented. Broken. Harder than it should be. He felt if another thing was added that he would just cease to function, whatever that entailed. It had happened in private, but here… he didn’t know what that would look like. 

“How’s it all going?” Kili was there. He brought the scent of the outdoors, of fresh air and rain, with him. And even though those were more things that Fili had to take in, everything seemed just a little bit quieter. “Has a resolution been reached?” Questions that were directed at Thorin, not at Fili. 

And as Thorin answered Kili met Fili’s eyes.

A silent question.

And the not so silent answer. A shake of his head. He knew he was pale. Kili did not even need to ask to know that Fili was not okay. 

“Do you think a resolution will be reached today?” Kili asked Thorin. “Maybe I could take Fili’s place? I’d be interested in how it all works out?” And that wasn’t a lie. Kili would be reading labor history come fall. 

Fili did not hear Thorin’s answer. It was lost in a burst of noise from the otherside of the hall that claimed all of Fili’s attention.

But he was released. Kili’s hand turning him in the direction of the large wooden doors was almost too much. It pressed the weave of his shirt against that skin that hurt despite the appearance of being fine, it put the burden of another sense on his mind. 

“I’ll meet you in your rooms after,” Kili said, not expecting an answer.

The great hall where everyone was mingling during the break faced the river the split the city in two, but this hallway ran down the other side of the building and was also lined with large windows. The great hall had the harsh, sparkling light of sunlight on water, but the hallway had the late afternoon sun that battered everything in its path. The hallway was also substantially warmer. 

The smooth edges of the spheroid pressed into the skin and bones of his hand as he clutched it. 

He just had to make it to his rooms—north facing rooms with heavy drapes, and a bed where he could lay down, and he could shed these clothes that now felt like there were small thorns embedded in the cloth over his shoulders. He just had to make it there.

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[stonesparrow]

hi birb! what kind of casual clothes do you think senku, taiju and yuzu would wear in the modern world? like say to a birthday party, im making a meme but didnt wanna just put them in their school uniforms as usual

Hmm...

In their childhood flashback, Taiju was shown with pretty worn out shoes, so I feel like his guardians probably don't have much money. In that case his casual clothes would probably pretty simple, secondhand t-shirts and pants and the like. For practicality I can see him having like, one or two outerwear pieces that are comfortable for him, like a simple hooded jacket in warm-neutral tones like brown and forest green.

Senku as a little kid is very preppy, he seems to like button ups and he even has an adorable little bow tie in one shot. As an older teen/adult in the story proper, Boichi often draws him in nice suits, but for a more informal party I think he'd go for a button up and maybe a tie. I've made jokes about Senku owning science-themed graphic t-shirts, but honestly those are probably mainly Byakuya's thing and Senku might have like ten of the same button up so he doesn't have to think too hard in the mornings.

Yuzuriha, now that's quite the challenge. She's a fashionista, of course, but we mainly see her designing clothes for other people, not for herself. That said, she does wear a few outfits besides her leather dress, and observing her line of "Haute Couture Yuzuriha" seems to give the indication that Yuzuriha really likes the look of elegant designer fashion that's not too complicated. I doubt that she's of a significantly wealthier background than Senku, so maybe she'd make copies of designer clothes for herself while adding her own flair. For an actual outfit idea, maybe a midi skirt with a button up blouse and a statement scarf.

I was about to say it doesn't seem like she's big on patterns but then I remembered that they didn't get around to reinventing fabric printing in the new stone age XD. To be honest, I think Yuzuriha could totally pull off ikat weaving in the stone world (that's where patterns are woven into the fabric itself with pre-dyed bundles of thread) but it's very time consuming.

These are all pretty random thoughts la;kdjfksjfldsfkjl feel free to chat with me more about character outfits though! It kind of surprises me how much I like thinking about fashion and characterization.

[apureniallsource]

When you’ve been in one of the biggest boybands in the world, figuring out what life looks like afterwards is no easy feat, especially when it encompassed some of your most formative years. For Niall Horan, though, it seems all too easy. He still lives the pop star life with a sold-out set of shows coming up next year, a whole host of festival performances lined up this summer, and an album that hit number one in the UK just a few weeks ago. Yet off-stage, he’s calm, carefree and so down to Earth that you might not even realise what he does for a living.

If Niall’s work life is about the biggest stages, biggest shows and biggest songs, Niall’s life at home is all about indulging in simple pleasures. Whether it’s bingeing a Netflix true crime series, lighting candles to make hotel rooms feel a bit more like home, or hopping from the gym to the golf course, he keeps himself grounded with a balanced routine and a low-maintenance lifestyle. It’s the perfect antithesis to celebrity life, and it’s helped him maintain the chilled-out vibe that he’s been known for since he was 16.

He might have just been about to fly to LA, but when we speak to Niall he’s as relaxed as they come. He’s still got yesterday’s hair (he proudly shows us how it’s still holding its volume), and he’s lounging in his living room in his gym clothes…

Let’s start with your dressing room. At this point in your career you’re used to being dressed, but how would you describe your own style when you’re at home?

I’d say I’ve got two different styles. One is very casual — I love street and sportswear — and then the other is very influenced by the 1950s and Sinatra. There’s a lot of collars, pressed trousers, penny loafers and that kind of thing. I like putting a modern twist on those old styles, whether that’s adding a more utilitarian jacket or whatever it might be. There’s a touch of ‘90s in there as well.

What about hero pieces?

I just got this vintage army green Gucci coat that’s very militaristic. I’m saving that for something good - can’t just walk to the shop in vintage Gucci, can you? I’m wearing this other, more casual coat at the moment, it’s a big green oversized bomber from Second/Layer. That’s been my go-to. Green goes with most things, so I’ve been wearing that a lot. I try and lean away from it, being Irish, but sometimes you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.

I’m big on Reebok Classics. I buy like three or four pairs at a time and just wear them until they get destroyed. They look better the worse they get but there’s a point where it’s like, okay, you might just need to get a new pair of shoes now…

Vintage Levi’s jeans are a big one. I get them online from a place called the 13 Club. Lots of straight-leg denim going on for me at the moment, 505s or 501s. I'm also big into — whether people agree with it or not — double denim. I have this vintage Ralph Lauren denim shirt and I like that with a white T-shirt and some matching jeans. The Canadian tuxedo! I’ve been doing a lot of that.

You’re very into golf. What does your golfwear looking like?

I’ve been trying to '50s up that a little bit too, wearing a slack rather than a golf trouser and a shirt with a bit of that old-school two-tone to it. I say that…I also have a lot of the classic gear that I just throw on because no one’s going to see me on the golf course. I often think that, I overthink what I’m going to wear and then I don’t see anyone for four hours.

For general workouts, I’m obviously a brand advisor and investor for the Irish brand Gym+Coffee. I’m a big fan of all their workout tops, I’m not good on materials but they’re easy to wear and nice and light. They just go with everything. All their shorts are really comfy too, really lightweight stuff that’s easy to wear in the gym. Nothing worse than some of that heavier stuff where you’re sweating out and it’s definitely not pleasant to feel in or to look at.

Moving onto the bathroom and grooming… what’s your routine there?

Yes! My forté! Firstly, I came across these things on Amazon. My groomer showed me them. The orbs that you put in the freezer and use with serum. I just love them! Genetically, I get dark [under]eyes and it’s crazy how good they are. I’ve never had anything work but ice is the answer, it turns out.

Sarah Chapman is the brand I’ve been buzzing about for a couple of years. I do an eye cream, a spray, an intense hydrating serum, moisturiser and SPF — the old Irish skin can’t handle any kind of ray, so that’s a must. I’ve got to watch myself even in the winter. For the evening I’m doing retinol, moisturiser and then a face oil. That keeps me glowing. I do a lot of face masks, I don’t even know if any of this stuff works I just love doing it.

Shampoo is Philip Kingsley. I’ve stopped using conditioner as much but I use a Redken clay to style and a matte paste. I use the Dyson hairdryer — make sure you put that in block capitals and tell them they can send me whatever they want — I absolutely love it. And for aftershaves, it’s Le Labo.

Moving into the kitchen, do you cook much when you’re at home. Do you have a go-to gadget?

I have a Nespresso coffee machine. I kick things off in the morning with an espresso, then the late afternoon coffee is an oat latte or an Americano, it depends on what buzz I need. I don’t get too LA on it. Out there you hear all sorts of stuff…“choco-loco-choco-mocho”. Just drink it, will you?

I do cook a lot. When I’m at home I try and cook for myself but keep it relatively healthy, so I end up doing a lot of Mediterranean-style stuff — salads, chicken, couscous, all that kind of stuff — nothing too complicated until the weekend. I’m no Stanley Tucci.

On a Sunday we’re always doing a Sunday roast. Roast chicken, parsnips, cheesy leeks, cauliflower cheese, potatoes. Love a Sunday roast, it’s my favourite thing. I also make this really simple Italian dish that’s just so good. It’s fried garlic, chilli, onion, squashed tomatoes, spaghetti, smoked bacon and a whole block of parmesan cheese. I don’t even know what it’s called but it’s just magic, it’s just what you want. If I’m in on a Saturday night, that’s what I’m making.

Let’s think about unwinding before bed. What helps you out there?

Candles, always. I always have a candle with me, particularly Diptyque Fig and Oud. I usually like softer fragrances: Le Labo Santal is also a favourite. I actually travel with candles - hotel rooms, dressing rooms, just to give them a homely feel. The only problem with that being that once you blow it out you have to sit around and wait for it to dry before shoving it back in your bag.

I always listen to green noise before bed. When I concentrate on that I can just doze right off, and I do a pre-bed face mask every two or three nights. And I do watch a lot of TV in bed… which is not good. It’s always ‘oh just one more episode’ and then before you know it it’s half one in the morning. I love ‘24 Hours in Police Custody’. We watch a lot of true crime and all those American Netflix series. Name it, we’ve seen it.

Thinking about your living room, what do you do to unwind there of an evening or afternoon?

There’s a piano in the living room and I spend a lot of time with that. That’s where I do a lot of writing. I wrote probably a third of my new album on that piano, sat at home during the lockdown. There’s a guitar on a stand next to it and sometimes I’ll wander over there when I’m half watching TV. I’ve got a Fender Telecaster and a Gibson 335 that I play a lot, a big old red thing. My acoustic is from an Irish brand called Lowden, myself and Lewis [Capaldi] went to their factory on our Amazon show, and I’ve been into them for eight or nine years. Maybe I need a green one…I’ll be a walking leprechaun in no time.

I listen to a lot of music; I’ve got this big JBL boombox, it’s class. It’s got a big handle on it and I take it everywhere. I’ve also got a vinyl player, I listen to a lot of vinyl. People are always asking me what I’m listening to at the moment and it’s never anything new. It’s always the old stuff that I just love…in fact, I just rotate the same fifteen or so vinyls. Old head, young shoulders, I suppose.

[delicris]

ohhh, bolts and nuts! a very curious title, i'm intrigued 👀

BOLTS AND NUTS MY BABY

wolfstar, explicit, CZECH REMUS

this one is a modern au that takes place in my home country czechia!! it's a v bittersweet story of many first and last times. a lot of czech culture and references to it, i took the title itself from a czech song called šrouby a matice. the whole thing is written retrospectively (and from remus' pov), which is a choice i made to show that the story has already been told and there is nothing u can do to change it... right?

some of the tags include: gasps AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, slice of life, trans sirius black and comfort (a huge motif, i love writing about different types of comfort and the additional feelings it brings)

THE PINTEREST BOARD HAS ALMOST 600 PINS AND I AM SO PROUD OF IT

aaand a lil snippet for u. featuring remus's gay panic and sirius acting out a train:

“Oh, um… I’m sorry? I don’t speak a word of Czech and I do realize that’s like one of the rudest fucking things ever — I can’t even say ‘thank you’, how did I think I was going to do this? Anyways, point is… You speak any English?”

Now it’s Remus’s turn to stare because one, it’s too early for this, as we’ve established a billion and one times before, and two, how the fuck did he watch this guy and didn’t catch the English swearing… And before he can even properly blink his shock away, the stranger is talking yet again.

“Fuck, okay… I,” he starts, fumbling a little and pointing at himself, “ticket, um… fuck. Train, uh… shoo shoo,” he tries to vocalize and act out a train. And Remus just fucking loses it, laughing so earnestly, surprising both the man in front of him and himself as he brings the attention of the entire three other people who are standing at the station with them towards the two of them. He doesn’t mind it a single bit and chokes out: “I know English, but now I wish I kept that going for a little longer.” Which might be a rude thing to say to someone you’ve met literally seconds ago, but he can’t bring himself to care all that much as he tries to catch his breath and regain at least some leftover dignity. And, to his delight, this whole thing actually makes the guy in front of him laugh. Oh, he’s so fucking beautiful.

Now he can make out the finer details of… everything. His earrings are stacked on both of his ears, a mix of silver and gold which is present in every piece of jewellery he’s wearing. Under the leather jacket is hiding a flowy white shirt with way too many buttons opened, making room for the chest tattoos — all in all, Remus is fucked. But he can’t let himself get embarrassed, so as soon as the man starts talking, he stops staring like a kid in a candy store.

“Now that you’re done laughing at my piss poor attempts at acting out a train,” he starts, tone playful and a smile spreading across his cheeks, “I’d really appreciate if you’d help me out with this fucking thing. Need to buy a ticket to Budapest and this fucker isn’t doing its job.”

[acmetalman]

Shantae Absolute Universe: Chapter 1

A Magical Regular Morning

The Morning Sun Flashes onto the Genies face, She groggily wakes up from her cozy bed and gets up, She walks to her bathroom to wash herself up and do her hair, She Puts on her clothes and heads out the door

The Beautiful sight of the ocean and the soothing breeze of the air filled her with peace and joy, She adjusted her arm guards and started walking out, Her outfit was a belly dancer outfit, with additional markings and symbols, the same could be said about her golden jewelry.

She then walks to her town, the sight of the old and new surrounding the buildings and people, There were hints of Modern tech mixed with old, The town still had his Arabic feel but with a few modern changes,

She strolls around for a bit saying hi to any Scuttle Town Resident as they waved back peacefully, She eventually comes up to her friends Aircraft Hangar, she goes inside to see her pilot friend struggling with something with her plane

"Ohh Come On Wrench, You Weren't like this last week!!" Her friend said a little frustrated with her plane, Speaking of witch, The plane had light and dark purple colors, with Light blue and regular blue colors on the wings, In the front was the texture of a bird.

"Morning Sky, Having Trouble?!" Shantae said as Sky turned around "Oh Morning Shantae, Old Wrench Here is having Malfunctions Again" Sky sighed.

"Well Why don't we call Bolo here, Ya know he could fix this thing up in a jiffy" Shantae said as Sky got off the plane and stood near her friend, "I Did not think of that, Well i guess Why don't we go pay him a Visit" Sky said happily. Sky's outfit was that of an Old Pilot's wear, however her colors remained the same as her Original Counterparts.

"Ohh Sure! Lets do it, And we should go see Rotty's band too, She's got us some seats for her live show tonight" Shantae said, "Well I'm Down for that" Sky said as Shantae stood out the door.

"Ret 2 Go?" Shantae exclaimed excitedly, "Ret 2 Go!" Sky replied as they both giggled and ran out to go see their friends, However Sky quickly locked up her Hanger to avoid thieves from breaking in, And then they took off.

Meanwhile in the middle of the ocean laid a Dark and Purple Castle fit for a Queen, Within The castle walking down the hallway was a woman, Dressed in Pirate gear, a full long Pirate jacket with purple details and an Evil look.

Her Tinkerbats looked at her briefly and opened the doors for her, She walked into the room and walked over to her big circular table, She stood tall as she looked at a map on the table showing off Sequin Land.

Just then a Tinkerbat with Glasses came up to her with a pegboard with a few pieces of paper on it, "Good Morning Ms. Boots, How are you today!?" He asked her Queen.

"Fine!" She replied, "W-well i have good news, We have found something buried deep within Sequin Land" He replied, "And That is?!" She said with an bossy tone.

Two Tinkerbats came in both holding what looked to be a Glowing stone on top of a pillow, Risky immediately knew what it was and Gasped in Shock "Could it Be!?!"

She picks up the stone with her right hand and holds it up, She began to laugh with Evil "HOHOHOHOHOO A UNITY STONE!!" She Exclaimed with joy

"Frank!, You have Remained my Favorite Tinkerbat!!" She said looking at the intelligent tinkerbat, "With This Stone i can finally have All The Magic In The World, Rid of All The Genies As Well" She gently puts the stone back on the pillow

"Not To Mention..." She then pulls out a knife and throws it directly at a picture of the half genie hero. "That Filthy Half Genie Runt!!" She exclaimed with a hint of anger, Frank then clears his throat.

"Well Ma'am That's not all, There had been Rumors that a Second Unity Stone is laying in the deep depths of Scuttle Town" Frank said catching Risky's attention, "Hmm?! Another Unity Stone" She said looking at the other.

"More Unity Stones, More Power!!" She Exclaimed with an Evil Laugh, She stops mid laugh and points to her Tinkerbats, "Get My Ship Ready!!, We Leave In An Hour!!" She demanded as her loyal minions nodded and left to prepare her Pirate Ship!.

She looked out her window and sat on her chair, She then released another Evil laugh as it echoes through the air.

[queen--kenobi]

( @writingbylee )

okay okay okay

we have talked about Elayna in the Western AU with her embroidered coat with the direwolf and the pearls

BUT

what do you think is her standard outfit for a day of college classes in the modern au? or maybe a day at work after she graduates? or what she wears to lounge around the apartment in on the weekends?

just…. modern AU Elayna 🫠

Ooooooohhhhhh

Okay so! I think she sorta wears just general college attire for her first two years? Like shorts or jeans and a nice shirt type, the occasional dress type deal. Her wardrobe colors do change with the seasons and what's in season, but she tends to wear silver as her accessories. Obviously she has her party attire, which tends to be a little black dress and some nice heels

Part of me wants to say she wears a lot of floral accessories from Margaery's influence? Not like, obnoxious floral, but she's got some jewelry that's like... a rose or has a rose as the centerpiece, you know?

Elayna is also in a sorority so like. She does wear her letters! Usually she has a tote bad that's got the letters, but she's also got some shirts with them. Elayna also carries her dance clothes with her (because I feel like she'd be a dance minor), which like. Listen. The time period I think she'd be in college Lulu Lemon would be the athletic wear in style but in my heart? She wears PopFlex

Her wardrobe does change in her junior year of college. In my head, Elayna did her internship with Tyland her sophomore summer and like. They're not a Thing yet, but Tyland does spend money on her, which means she goes from like... Guess and Alexander McQueen being her go to brand to Dolce and Gabanna and Ralph Lauren being the jeans she wears. She keeps her shirts mostly the same, but she does add Gucci sunglasses. A lot more reds get added, and she starts wearing gold jewelry as well

After she graduates and starts working, Elayna is absolutely one of the most well dressed in the office. She's not walking into the office not looking perfect. Seban and Ryman poke fun at her for it sdsdsdsdsd

Also, after she breaks off her engagement with Tyland, Elayna keeps the same level of brands, and even gets more expensive, but! She changes all her jewelry back to silver and titanium, and she wears a lot more sapphire toned things. She also starts adding greens in again, but it's more like. Tyrell green than Hightower green, but she'll wear that too

All that being said, I think Elayna’s go to type of outfit is a pair of high waisted jeans and a crop top! Like, does she have a lot of tattoos? Yes. And does she want to show them off? ...Yes and no. She does want to but knows it'll be a whole thing if she does so she minimizes who sees what, you know? Like she's fine with people seeing the dire wolf on her arm, but she's more hesitant about her leg pieces and VERY hesitant about the ones on her hips so she tends to cover those up more. She's fine with the one on her spine being seen because lmao who's gonna over think a rose as a spinal tattoo

Lounging around her apartment? It's Juicy shorts or sweat pants and a tank top! Unless it's cold then she'll throw on the jacket too. I also think she's a chronic shirt thief. Like she's absolutely sat around her house with a pair of shorts and Tyland's shirt on, and she's even worse when it comes to Aemond. Literally. You know Elayna doesn't like you if you come over to her and Aemond's place on the weekend and she isn't wearing one of Aemond's shirts. I feel like she's also stolen a winter jacket/sweatshirt or two of Lyanna's sdsdsdsdsd Don't ask me why. I just know in my heart there was at least one sudden cold snap, and Lyanna let Elayna borrow a jacket, and Lyanna never got it back

...This ended up being way longer than I thought it would

[glowingbadger]

I came running to ask for Diluc wedding night HCs for modern day.

If it seems relevant, I'll be relying on the general modern day hcs I wrote for Diluc semi-recently to guide this, so if folks wanna check that out, it's right heya

((There's actually not that much that departs from the in-game canon here now that I'm finished and looking back at it haha whoop))

Diluc x GN Reader

Modern AU - wedding night headcanons

SFW (nsfw below the cut)

- Okay, first of all, Diluc in a suit. I don't even know how to elaborate on this point, just, think about it for a second. Especially since, given his dignified bearing and that he comes from money, you can be sure it will be expertly tailored.

- As for the ceremony itself, he's likely to let you guide how you'd like the day to go, save for a few key details that he feels no reservations expressing his preferences about. Though these preferences are basically all in service of the two of you being able to enjoy the day as something special for the two of you. He wants a scenic, but very private location, and a small, intimate reception- though he's not shy about spending an undisclosed amount of money to make that reception as tastefully elegant as can be. Something like a rooftop garden in the city would suit him well.

- Throughout the night, he's plenty polite and amicable with guests, as only mutual friends and family (or "family," as it were) would be invited to begin with, but there's never any mistake that his focus is entirely on you. He habitually keeps a hand at your lower back or an arm around you through most of the evening, and will even make a brief but eloquently spoken toast to you, gazing warmly and steadfastly into your eyes as he speaks. He'll finish his toast by bringing your hand to his lips, without a shred of embarrassment or hesitation- exceptionally notable, since Diluc is generally not one for PDA.

- Well into the evening, you're both blissfully happy but terribly exhausted, so if you're amenable, Diluc will excuse you both from the festivities before it gets very late. Though, he'd fully anticipated that some of your rowdier friends would wish to continue their revelry late into the night, and so he'd reserved the venue well into the early morning ahead of time for their enjoyment. He doesn't wish to draw attention to this point, but you can tell in the subdued smile he wears that he's genuinely enjoying seeing those closest to him enjoying themselves so freely. And for once, he doesn't feel the need to sigh or roll his eyes at the less-sober among them.

- Diluc actually strikes me as the type to have your flight booked for the honeymoon scheduled to depart the very day after the wedding for some private but extravagant location. Of course, he's more than willing to take you absolutely anywhere in the world you'd like to go- no price tag is too high and no journey is too far. Few things make his heart flutter more than the idea of experiencing somewhere new and far away with only you by his side, now as his one and only spouse.

NSFW 18+ v

- When Diluc excuses the two of you from the celebrations a little bit on the earlier side, you understand wanting some space and some rest- but still, you cast him a questioning glance. He surprises you by showing a hint of an uncharacteristic smirk, then leaning close to whisper to you, "You will have to forgive me if I'm a little selfish with you tonight, my love." The low tenor of his voice makes it perfectly clear what he has in mind, and you suddenly find yourself eager for some time alone as well.

- The hotel suite is luxurious and romantically lit, with a breathtaking view over the sparkling cityscape from floor-to-ceiling windows- but Diluc's gaze is fixed solely on you. He cradles your face in his hands and kisses you deeply, his tongue moving slowly and sensually with yours until your knees feel weak. His touch is tender, but hungry- his desire for you obvious as he gradually helps you out of your lovely wedding attire. Diluc doesn't say much (he's generally not very talkative in bed to begin with), but there's something intense in his eyes, and you can feel his heart pounding when your hands run over his muscled chest.

- Listen, I know we already touched on this, but seriously- Diluc in a suit. The sight of him discarding the jacket and loosening the tie and buttons with the city light accenting his face and inch by inch of his body- ugh. It's too much- really classic "serious wealthy business man about to absolutely ravage you" material.

- Once you've both thoroughly enjoyed undressing together, periodically pausing for him to press your body to the window and kiss you breathless, or for you to run your hands over his toned torso, taking in the irresistible sight of him half-dressed- Diluc guides you to the bed at last. His fingers lace with yours, and he takes a moment to observe you bare on the bed beneath him. Finally, with his voice low and husky, he says what's been on his mind all night, "I never dared to think that I would be so fortunate. It's... almost overwhelming to think that you're truly mine."

- Diluc is always a thorough and generous lover, but tonight, he's somehow taken it to a new level. You won't have a single chance to catch your breath- his lips and tongue travel down your throat and chest, the center of your stomach, your inner thighs- everywhere. All the while, his hands caress you and hold you close as though he resents the smallest inch of distance between your bodies. The heat and friction are positively dizzying, and by the time you finally feel the stiff head of his cock pushing into you, you nearly cum from the feeling of him entering you alone. Gasping his name, your head tilts back on the pillow and your body arches up to him, and he holds you close, whispers your name worshipfully, and begins to slowly thrust into you.

- He kisses you far more than usual tonight. Not a moment goes by that he isn't either pressing his lips to yours, or nuzzling against your neck, marking your skin with passionate little love-bites. All the while, his hips roll against you, your bodies falling into a natural, erotic rhythm, until he's fucking you so nice and deep that your breath catches with every pass. When he feels you tighten and squeeze around him with your climax, he can't hold back any longer. His head dips down beside yours, fiery red hair tickling your cheek and his breath tickling your ear as he whispers his love to you and his own climax begins to take him.

- He'll pamper you as much as you let him for the rest of the evening- that said, it has been a long day, and you have a plane to catch the next day, so it won't be a terribly late night. Although, as an added "post-wedding-night" bonus, you can bet that Diluc will reserve a private jet for at least part of your travels, and he is more than happy to use the privacy to indulge one another several times over~

[zablife]

On the Brink of Greatness (Part 2)

Jack Nelson x female reader

Summary: You have a summer job near Boston as a caterer. Despite the dull work, you get a little excitement in your life when you’re hired by a wealthy, but demanding family and meet an interesting man.

Author’s Note: Modern AU set in Boston. I’ve decided to turn this into a series! I’m not sure how many parts it will have just yet. Thanks to @retromafia and @violaobanion for helping with the plot and being my beta readers!

Warnings: 🔞, drinking, language, smut-oral sex, impact play, light choking, voyeurism (not explicit), unprotected sex, porn with a bit of plot

Moodboard credit: @shelbydelrey

Part 1

You tied your hair in a bun and checked your make up in the mirror. You grimaced at your tired appearance. The exhaustion of two jobs was wearing on you and you were not looking forward to the busy lunch rush that was upon you. You allowed yourself to linger a moment longer thinking about Jack Nelson. You kept replaying that kiss in your mind and all you could think of was his handsome face. He hadn’t tried to find you after the party, however, and you felt naive for believing that he had forgiven your outburst about his family. It was probably best to forget about him. “Get your shit together,” you warned your reflection before exiting the bathroom. 

“Y/n, table twelve,” your manager barked out at you.

“I’m on it, Sam,” you said grabbing an apron. You quickly tied it as you rushed out to greet your first customer. Your jaw dropped open and your hands faltered with the apron strings as you realized Jack Nelson was seated in front of you. 

“Hey, beautiful,” he said greeting you. He grinned at you as though he knew you had been thinking of him. You stood there stupidly smiling back, unable to find any words. He looked even better than you remembered, especially in the navy blue suit and crisp white shirt he wore. “I don’t remember you being so quiet the other night,” he joked.

You shook your head with a laugh. “I’m sorry, would you like something to drink?” you asked trying to stay professional. 

“You know, I would, but I don’t really like this place,” he said looking around at the well-appointed dining room. It had always been too posh for him. He pulled back the sleeve of his suit jacket to reveal an impressive gold watch that probably cost more than your car. “I know a better place that starts serving pretty soon. Why don’t you come with me?” 

You furrowed your brow. Was he serious? “I have to work, Jack,” you said gesturing to the tables filling up with customers all around you. You noticed Sam watching you from the corner and realized you should probably end your conversation before you got in trouble. As you anticipated, Sam started walking toward the table a few moments later. Looking back at Jack, you realized he had his hand in the air, having summoned Sam to the table himself. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Nelson,” Sam said in an eagerly pleasant voice he reserved for his best customers. Jack motioned for Sam to come closer and he whispered something that made your boss gulp harshly and take a quick step back. “Of course, Mr. Nelson,” he said turning to you and explaining, “Y/n, we’re um…overstaffed today so you’re free to go home.” He scurried away leaving you dumbfounded. Jack grinned triumphantly. 

“Looks like you’re free now,” he said standing and tossing his linen napkin on the table. He reached for your hand and you found your voice. 

“Jack, what did you tell him?” you said with amusement and mounting curiosity.

“Does it matter? You got the day off. Grab your coat and let’s get outta here,” he said confidently.

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Jack had opted to take you to his favorite place for a drink. It was a short drive from the restaurant, but worlds apart. The dive bar was exactly the kind of place you imagined him feeling most comfortable though. 

He had removed his suit jacket and began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt allowing you a glimpse of his toned forearms and you couldn’t help but stare. Breaking your concentration he asked, “You want whiskey…Irish?” he asked with a grin. You nodded and he ordered for you before pulling out a cigarette and offering it to you.

You sat drinking and smoking together for a time, enjoying his company. Despite seeming like a cocky, self-absorbed rich kid, he was actually quite good at listening. He asked about work and school with thoughtful questions. You even told him of your plans to open your own restaurant one day, a topic which usually bored men. 

In return you asked about his work and he explained that he had been groomed to take over his father’s business. “Do you like working with him?” You asked unsure after your first conversation at the party if he liked his adopted father at all. 

“Not much, no…,” he said studying his cigarette. “He plays the part of the upright, benevolent politician and I’m the one who has to do his dirty work. But that’s all gonna change.” You tilted your head at him wondering what he meant by that. Before you had a chance to answer, he was stubbing out his cigarette and changing the topic. “How about a decent tour of the house, hm? I bet they didn’t let you get much further than the servant’s entrance the other night, did they?” 

“Nope,” you said with a gentle shake of your head. You noticed how his eyes watched your every move and you couldn’t help but catch a look of desire hidden beneath the surface. You were tipsy and wondering if his offer of a tour might lead to more. You agreed to return to his family’s home to find out. 

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“Holy shit, this place is enormous!” you cried out not realizing how loud you had become with your inebriation. 

Jack smirked as he walked beside you, jacket slung over his shoulder. “Yeah, well they really like to show off,” he said with a hint of contempt.

He let you wander at will, moving in and out of rooms as you pleased. It was the least he could do for the way you had been treated during the party. He also knew it would make his mother furious which gave him a thrill. 

You peeked into another room with tall bookshelves, a tidy desk and leather sofa beneath a large, bay window. “Wow, this is quite an office. Look at the view!” you proclaimed walking into the center of the room. You stared out into the manicured gardens below, taking in the intricate landscaping which lead all the way to water. It looked like a postcard.

You hadn’t noticed Jack shut the door and was coming to stand next to you. When you turned, the closeness of him and the smell of whiskey and cigarettes permeated the air around you. You felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him and being free of inhibitions, you pushed your palms into his broad chest and tilted your head to place a sensual kiss to his lips.

Having been granted your silent permission, he looped an arm around your waist and a hand along the back of your head. He pulled you closer for another searing kiss which grew in intensity until you were both panting from desire and lack of breath. Your hands were running over each other, moving to unbutton and discard clothing as quickly as possible. You felt Jack’s large hand come to rest over you hip as he pulled the zipper of your skirt harshly. You heard a rip and Jack slowed down apologizing, “M’sorry…got carried away,” he said placing kisses to your jawline. 

“It’s alright,” you whispered cupping his cheek to feel the scratchy stubble. You were secretly excited by his strength and show of passion. As the material fell to the floor you were left in just your underwear. Jack scooped you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your arms behind his neck as he effortlessly strode to the sofa by the window. 

He gently placed you back down again, squeezing up and down your ass and thighs, letting out a contented sigh. He turned you around and took in the sight of your voluptuous body from behind. “God, you’ve got a gorgeous ass.” He gave you a small slap to watch it jiggle and you laughed. He raised an eyebrow, making a note of the fact that you liked it a little rough. 

He wanted to savor this, however, and reminded himself to take his time with you. He moved his hands up your back and brushed your hair away from your shoulders gently to expose the delicate column of your neck. Jack leaned in to breath your perfume and placed light kisses from your shoulder up to the spot below your ear that made you weak. Your hand flew to his head as you laughed, “I’m ticklish there.” 

He sucked on the spot you indicated harder, making you gasp. “Here?” He asked with a chuckle. You nodded as you felt him place a delicate kiss to your bruised skin and brushed his nose against the side of your neck, hands roaming once more to cup your breasts. He rolled one nipple between his fingers feeling it harden beneath his touch before moving to the other. “So responsive,” he noted and you shivered at his praise. He had barely touched you and you were already feeling warmth spread into your stomach. 

His hands moved lower once more and you felt his hand slip into your panties. A long finger brushed up and down through your wetness, making your whole body tingle with excitement and pleasure. “You like it when I do that, beautiful?”

“Mmm-hmm.” You said closing your eyes to the sensation. 

You reached a hand behind your waist to grasp him, feeling how hard he was. Running your thumb over his tip, you heard his breath hitch and felt his hips jerk. He probably wouldn’t admit it, but he was sensitive as well and you intended to tease him with it. 

But Jack had other plans. He pushed you onto the sofa and you sucked in a breath as your back touched the cool leather. Jack watched as you ran a hand over your soaked underwear and licked his lips. “Take ‘em off,” he said voice dropping and eyes darkening.

You teased him saying, “So impatient, Mr. Nelson!” 

You quickly discarded the thin layer of fabric and Jack lowered himself over you resting a hand on the sofa to one side of your head. He placed wet, open mouth kisses from your sternum to your belly button, moving torturously slow as he sucked and bit at you playfully. The air cooled the feverish skin where he had just been.

“Jack…” you heard yourself call out wantonly in desperation. His eyes flicked up to yours full of mischief saying, “Now who’s impatient?” 

He continued downward to your inner thighs to give them attention as well, knowing where you needed him, but not giving into you just yet. You ran a hand through his hair trying to guide his head, but he took your hand away and pinned it beside you. “Gonna take my time with this sweet pussy,” he said beginning to lick a stripe up your folds. He watched you squirm beneath him and that made him eager to continue. He lapped and sucked at you with various patterns and pressure, listening to your quiet moans to see what you liked best. When he had you writhing, he pulled away.

Your eyes flew open as you found yourself begging through labored breaths, “No, don’t stop!” 

He chuckled promising, “I’m gonna let you cum soon. Sit up, princess, on your knees,” he instructed. You scrambled to sit up and he helped you turn to face the window, hands clutching the sofa back and knees digging into the soft cushions. “So good for me,” he cooed, stroking your back. You looked over your shoulder to see him pumping himself a few times before pushing into you slowly. 

You cried out with the stretch of him and he stilled for a moment before seating himself in you fully. The pleasure of being filled was so intense it brought tears to your eyes. He leaned over you to place a kiss to the top of your head whispering, “You alright?”

“Yes, please fuck me,” you whined feeling completely unashamed of your desire for this man. He slapped your ass playfully before beginning to move again. The delicious pleasure of him dragging against your walls too amazing for words. You dropped your head and raised your ass to him further. Jack spread you open, watching himself drive in and out of you, feeling lost in the sensation of your tightness as he groaned with pleasure. 

Reaching around to toy with your clit, you came undone for the first time. Shocks running through you as Jack’s powerful thrusts pushed into you with punishing strength. His hands curled over your hips and you felt his need to possess you in the tenacity of his grip. By tomorrow, you’d be thoroughly marked up.

No sooner had you come down from your high, you felt yourself climbing again at the thought. One hand left your waist as Jack slid the other hand up your back toward your neck. Pulling your back to his chest, you felt his long fingers wrap around your throat and place a slight pressure to the side of your neck. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum,” he moaned in your ear.

“Mmmm, yes, yes…” you managed as you came again at his words and he groaned at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. 

With a few more strokes, he pulled out of you swiftly, pushing your head down as you felt the first warm spurts hit your backside. He held you down firmly with a grunt before biting your shoulder to quiet himself. 

You smiled lazily as the bliss of your orgasm lingered and you listened to Jack’s breathing slow down. You pushed your hair out of your face and stared out the window dreamily only to find two gardeners in the once empty space. You scrambled off the sofa and grabbed your clothes giggling, “Jesus, Jack, how long have they been there? Do you think they saw us?” 

Jack laughed, replying, “They’ve probably seen a lot worse in this office. It’s my father’s.” Then he quickly added, “It’s alright, beautiful. They’re paid to look the other way.” 

“Right…” you said nervously. Jack approached you and placed a gentle kiss to your lips. “Come on, I’ll take you upstairs for a shower.”

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[eremiie]

i dont know if its ok to ask but- jealous possesive eren pleassee.. tyy🤸‍♀️

no, nothing;

❥ eren x reader | 2.4k words | modern au

❥ content: possessive eren wooo, wall sex??, cum play i guess

❥ a/n; yes yes this is late idk what happened??? anyways this is season 4 eren, that’s the vibes this gives me

"what are you doing?"

eren had your jaw in between his fingertips, head pointed up towards him yet eyes darting around to avoid his gaze.

you hated when he was like this— when he thought every little interaction with anyone other than him was some kind of advancement. it irked your nerves, yet your mouth stayed quiet and you stayed compliant when he spoke to you, when he confronted you.

your fingers danced up and down the material of his sweats to distract yourself. "nothing." your voice came out in a low mumble, nervous that if you spoke any louder than you were, eren would find it offensive.

"nothing?"

at least to you it was nothing, only a couple minutes ago before eren called you to stand in between his legs from where he was perched on the railing of the stairs, you were a distance away with your other friends, namely sasha, jean and connie.

it was late at night, moon in the sky as the five of you goofed off in front of connie and sasha's apartment. you had no reason to be out so late— other than the fact that you all were bored. you'd decided to get together at their shared apartment for a small get together but the house quickly became a bore.

connie tried to teach you a skateboard trick that sasha couldn't seem to get the hang of, although he deemed it as "one of the easiest tricks to learn." and since the title of the trick was self proclaimed, you wanted to try to see if it really was that easy. you didn't see any harm in that, you didn't see any harm when you finally attempted the trick and almost fell back, the rough surface of the skateboard flying out from underneath you and jean having to catch you before you injured yourself.

the four of you had a moment of laughter, and you had thanked jean for catching you. you didn't process what you were doing at the time because once again— you found nothing wrong with what you were doing. you found nothing wrong when your hands were encased with connie's for him to steady you, because it was just to steady you. you found nothing wrong when his hands were around your waist to prevent you from falling, and you found nothing wrong when you and jean were play fighting, you getting him back for letting the smoke from the joint ghost right in your face.

but eren did, he always did. every little gesture that was just friendly to you was flirty to him, every little gesture that mean nothing meant something in his eyes. it was irritating, you could always feel his eyes burning into your back, and you always felt like you had to watch your back. you felt like prey that was constantly being hunted, constantly being stalked and watched.

eren took a drag of the joint between the fingertips of his other hand, turning his head to the side to blow the smoke out before looking back down at you again. his gaze was intimidating, the way his eyes were low lidded in boredom— as if he's not surprised. like you have done this before and still haven't learned, even though there was nothing to learn, and a viridian stare that felt like it was looking right through you didn't help to ease the tense feeling in your muscles either.

"what do you mean nothing? you didn't see how they were all over you?" he asked you, tone low much like yours earlier, except it was steady and made you shrink from below him.

do you shake your head no? you didn't see how they were "all over you," but no didn't seem like a good answer for you, then again, you had no reason to lie to him.

"no."

you felt the tips of his fingers on your jaw tighten. eren let out a small incredulous laugh, as if he was in disbelief with your answer. wasn't it obvious? how could you not see the way they were touching you, messing with you, they were practically trying to make eren upset, they always did, and he didn't know how he was the only one who saw it.

his eyes trailed over your body, almost as if he was searching for something. "look at what you're wearing." your eyes skimmed over your attire. it was simple, his jacket draped over your shoulders at his request, covering both you shirt and your shorts completely as it was too big on you.

"eren, theres nothing wrong with what i'm wearing, they don't care,"

"how do you know?" eren furrowed his eyebrows at you in confusion, or maybe slight frustration at the fact that you weren't getting it. his hand dropped down from your jaw to your neck, resting it there while his thumb smoothed over your jawline in a relaxing manner if it wasn't for the conversation at hand. "baby, you're not watching them, i am."

the joint was brought back up to his mouth as he took another hit before letting go of you and sliding off the railing. "sasha," he called out for the girl, her hickory ponytail whipping as she looked towards the two of you. "here." his hand was out with the drug in hand, using his fingers to beckon her over to retrieve it while his other hand snaked around your waist pulling you close to him in a possessive manner.

sasha scurried over from where she was sat on the concrete, saying something to jean and connie before jogging over. "where are you guys going?" she asked as she plucked the joint from eren's fingers, putting it up to her own lips.

"______ needs to get something in the house, we'll be back in a minute."

you shuffled on your feet at his words— you didn't have anything to get.

sasha dismissed the two of you with a nod of her head, walking back over to the other two and repeating what eren said as he took you up the stairs of the apartment complex. he twisted the knob to the apartment until the door swung open, pushing you inside and shutting the door behind the two of you.

"eren, what—" his hand flew to your hips to push you against the door, your back hitting it with a thud that you were sure could've been heard by someone on the other side of the door. he towered over you, eyebrows coming together in aggravation.

"why can't you just fucking listen?" his question came out laced with venom, and you let out a small whimper with how tight he was holding you in place, his hips pressing into yours keeping the distance between the two of you almost nonexistent. "i'm not just saying this shit for no reason, you don't need to be letting them touch all over you. is that what you want?"

"eren—"

"huh?"

you repressed rolling your eyes and held your tongue, not responding to him once more. it almost seemed like your favorite thing to do— leaving him without a response, leaving what you were thinking up for interpretation although it looked like he already knew what you were thinking.

"i'm just trying to do you a favor." he murmured as he studied your face, grip softening just like the features on his face when you didn't respond, only a small pout gracing your features. his hand dipped down until it was underneath the fabric of his jacket, smoothing over the skin on your hip when it slipped between your shorts and shirt. "here,"

his mouth came down to kiss your forehead before pecking kissed down the side of your face, and you closed your eyes. you were used to this, it was the same process every time, he'd get envious, talk to you about it as if it was your fault, and then try to sweet talk you, convince you that it's you, and that it's okay, as if there was an issue in the first place. it happened every time.

eren let both of his hands slide to your ass, lifting you up until you were pushed against the door and leveled with his face. he held you up by your thighs, pressing his self into you and continuing his kisses down your neck.

his teeth nibbled at the soft skin and you held back the noises trying to elicit from your throat. it felt good, it did, he felt warm against you, and despite how he tended to act sometimes; you felt safe when you had him so close to you.

"since you seem to forgot," his hands moved quick, one of them wrapping around your torso to hold you up while the other one moved to pull down your shorts. the cold air of the apartment hit your legs all too quick— goosebumps spreading over your skin that were quickly soothed by eren's warm hand smoothing over your thigh once more. "let me remind you who you belong to."

and there he went, grinding himself against you, attacking your neck with kisses, you were sure he left a couple hickeys that'd be visible in the right lighting.

eren groaned when his finger went down to pull your underwear aside, the warm slick from your cunt meeting the side of his fingers.

he brought his hand up to his mouth, tongue sliding over his index finger as he tasted you, and you bit your lip feeling yourself clench around nothing.

eren shuffled to untie his sweatpants with one hand, then pulling them to his thighs along with his boxers before holding your underwear to the side and sliding into you with one quick motion. "fuck," he groaned feeling you sheath him inside of you.

a soft moan left your parted lips and you grabbed onto eren for support, your fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt as you held onto him, like how he held on to your waist.

his head buried into your shoulder as he pulled out and back into you, groaning into your neck as he continued to kiss you, your back hitting the door with every thrust. "oh, shit—" your sentence came out choppy, every stroke of his was hard, cause you to jolt up every time.

one of eren's hands went down to rub at your thighs before trailing back up your back to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck more to him. you winced, but the hold he had on your hair soon felt like nothing when his lips were on your skin again.

"nobody fucks you like this, yeah?" his voice came out muffled as he spoke against your neck.

you struggled to respond, pleasure was flooding your body and you almost felt incoherent with the way he was fucking you, it felt all too good, it always felt too good. it was something about the way he wanted to fuck you and let you know that you were his, and that you'll never be anyone else's.

"yes, yes." your voice was shaky, and you could feel eren smiling against you. he let go of your locks and moved his hand just a little bit further south to grab your neck instead.

he sped his pace up, and your hips moved to get him deeper— you were practically impaling yourself on him, every time he fucked up into you, you tried to meet his hips.

the lewd noises between the two of you were dirty, they made eren want to fuck you harder, knowing that despite everything that was happening moments ago you were always ready to let him fuck you good. "god, eren," you choked out, feeling his hand around your neck tighten.

you weren't worried about anything else— not about the fact that the other three could walk in at any moment, not about the black spots that were appearing in the corner of your eyes, not about the fact that this was supposed to be your lesson. you were only worried about the way his cock slid against your walls, the way that small tinge of pain made your body jerk when he would hit your cervix yet feel so good at the same time. your were worried about how your clit would hit the fabric of his shirt every time he fucked into you, and how close you were.

and by the way his hips were stuttering, the way his movements were becoming more sloppy, and his grip loosening on your neck, you knew he was close too. "what?" he breathed out, it almost sounded like a pant.

"i'm gonna cum," you moaned, and he dropped his hand from your neck to reach in between the two of you, thumb rubbing your clit in large messy circles until you tightened around eren, a cry of what could have only been his name leaving you as you came around him.

his eyes screwed shut as he felt your slick run down him, when he pulled a little out of you he could see the white ring you left around the base of his cock and he groaned as he used you to get himself off, thrusting into you a few more times before filling you up with his own cum with a grunt.

your legs felt weak, if he were to put you down now you weren't sure if you would be able to stand. so you sat there in his arms for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath and come down from your high. your head was rested against his shoulder and his against your chest.

finally, eren slowly pulled out with a hiss, he was still a little sensitive. he let you step down, still holding onto him to not fall and he pulled your underwear back into place, his fingers pressing the cloth against your cunt  until he could feel his cum wetting the fabric, the squelching noises making you whimper.

"now let's go back out there," he sighed, content with the way you still gripped onto him as you pulled your shorts back up unsteadily.

"and remember who's cum you're filled with when we do."