#So please if I finally start cleaning my room after two months just leave me clean

[toomanyfandomsorkinafs]

Hey, if you ever see me hyper focused on literally anything..don’t mention it please or even talk to me or I won’t be able to finish it and start to feel sad.

[barcalover86]

I'm not allowed to love you

Part 1 here

Summary: You are too young for Gavi, but he can't help but fall in love.

"It's just weird to be taken care of.. my fan, you know?

"You nodded your head, understanding him completely.

"Then I'll pretend I'm not your fan." you say it seriously and he smiles lovely.

"Thank you."

Then he leaves the room with his crutches, leaving you alone.

This is going to be hard.

It's been 2 hours since you were standing in the living room alone. You thought plenty of times to go upstairs to Gavi, but first you didn't know where exactly he was, and second, you were really shy.

All of this caught you by surprise and it was hard to take.

But as well you couldn't stay there all night long, doing nothing. You didn't even know where you were placed to sleep.

So, just when you found the courage, you walked upstairs, looking for the boy. After all, you were his maid.

You knocked on some doors until one finally opened, revealing Gavi.

"Oh, I'm sorry for bothering you, but can you help me with some things, please?"

He looked at you and nodded before walking you to a different room.

"This is going to be your room, you can leave everything here. Feel free to feel like home." he smiles.

"Thank you so much. And um.. what do you want to eat?"

He thinks for some seconds before answering you.

"Do you know how to cook pasta?"

"Yes, yes, no problem."

He smiles.

"Tell me when you're ready then so that i can help you. It's a different recipe since I have to look out for a diet."

Then he closes the door before you could reply.

He seemed really nice.

Maybe it wasn't going to be that hard.

After some minutes, you went downstairs, letting Gavi know that you are ready.

He was being really nice to you the whole time, and it felt like the love you got for him was growing every minute. But you couldn't allow it. You really needed this job and he surely didn't want you.

You glanced at him for some seconds, admiring his features while he was putting the pasta to boil.

After you were done, you cleaned the mess you two made, and when you returned to the table, you were surprised to see him waiting for you.

He saw your face and decided to answer your question.

"Don't expect me to be rude. I still have manners, whether I like you or not."

You nodded, embarrassed, sitting down right in front of him.

For some reason, you couldn't eat. You were too shy to do it in front of him, so the whole time you were only playing with your food, looking down.

He was looking at you, not understanding what the problem was, but he let you be, leaving you alone.

After you were sure he was in his room, you started to eat, starving.

There're going to be some hard months for you.

Waking up every day at 3:30 to make Gavi breakfast, then hurring to not miss the train, because after all, you still had school.

Then hurring again to not miss the other train after school.

All that just to be back to Gavi's home at 19, ready to make dinner for the boy.

You didn't have much time to eat because you still had to clean the house and learn your mind out for school.

And after some weeks, you felt so, but so tired.

You couldn't even rest on weekends, because you had to take care of Gavi.

You two weren't talking much, just the important things. What do you want to eat? You have to take your pills.

And all those stuffs.

You knew it wasn't going to be easy, but you really needed the money.

Now it was another day when your train was late so you decided to buy some food for you and Gavi. You already told him that you'll be late and he announced you that Pedri will stop by at his house.

You didn't have a problem with it because it wasn't your home, but that meant that you had to give your food to Pedri because you only had two portions.

Somehow, you arrived earlier than expected, and just when you entered the house, you heard your name.

"So how is living with y/n?" Pedri asked.

"It's not like I see her much."

"Poor girl, for what you told me, she is working so much. I bet she's tired. Waking up at 3 to go to school just so that she could arrive back at 19 to do house stuff and to learn for school. I don't understand why someone would want to do that."

Gavi chuckles.

"Well i think she'll do anything to see me."

"What do you mean?"

"She is my fan, Pedri. She is doing all these things just so that she can see me. Sad that she thinks she might have a chance. I could never look at someone this young."

"How old is she?"

"She just turned 17. She's 3 years younger than me."

"It's not that big of a different, Gavi. And she looks really beautiful."

"I would never date my fan. Especially her."

And that hurt you.

"She is literally someone so obsessed with me. Now, who would actually do all those things just so that they could see me 10 minutes??"

You couldn't bare it anymore, so you walked in the room with tears in your eyes.

"You are so full of yourself, Pablo Gavi."

The boys turn to look at you with a panic face.

"Do you really think that I would sacrifice my time just to see you? Yes, a tone of girls would want to fuck you because they are so, but so obsessed with you, but just know that maybe some people just have to work hard so that they could accomplish their dream. And when I say dream, I don't mean the 'I want to fuck Gavi dream' , but 'I need to work hard because I need money to pay for my college', you idiot! Not everyone is a hoe or a psychopath! Yes, I am a fan of you because you I really appreciate what you're doing. You are the type of person that never gives up for what they wish and I thought that you might understand me as well. I DON'T want to do all this, even if it means to see you, because after all my health is in danger. I barely sleep, I work a lot JUST so that I could pay for may college bills because not everyone here is RICH!"

Gavi looks down, shame all over his face.

But you don't say anything else, you walk to your room to get your things. You are leaving for good.

Your eyes were red from crying.

"Pedri, you can have my food. It's on the kitchen table." you say it with a soft and sweet voice.

"Where are you going?" you heard Gavi's panic voice.

"Home."

"No, y/n, please.." he stands up, hurting his knee bad.

"Sit down!" Pedri tells him.

"No, no, y/n please let's just talk-"

"We have nothing to talk about. I quit. You can always find another may. Maybe now someone who is older and prettier and-"

"STOP IT!" he shouted standing once again, walking towards you.

"Gavi, you are hurting your fucking knee!!" Pedri yells at him, but the boy doesn't care.

When he was about to reach you, he starts to cry. You look at him shocked.

Pedri comes right behind him and hugs him.

Gavi grabs your hand, afraid that you might dissappear.

"Does it hurt?" you asked.

He doesn't reply. Pedri looks at you and whispered. " Don't go."

"I have to.."

He shakes his head. "Please, don't."

You turn around, getting your hand off Gavi.

Pedri comes to you.

"He loves you.."

"What?"

"Trust me.. he really does. Just look at him-"

You then turn to see Gavi looking at you with tears in his eyes.

He almost seemed like he was in love with you. Almost.

"He cannot, Pedri. I heard what he said about me-"

"He lied. He lied, y/n."

"And why would he lie?"

"Because his mother told him to not even dare to fall in love with you, because you need to concentrate on your studies."

"I don't believe you."

Pedri looks at you sad.

"I'm sorry then. But that's the truth."

Looking for the last time at Gavi, you turn around and leave the house.

Pedri then looks at his friend who wa starting to tear up.

"It's all my fault.. "

You arrived at the train station, having to wait 3 hours for the next ride.

Your eyes were still full of tears when you heard someone calling your name.

Pedri.

You roll your eyes, but somehow happy to see him.

"What do you want?"

"Just hear this."

He opened his phone, putting it next to your ear.

"What did she say?"

"She's leaving.. I'm sorry, I really tried to-"

"No, Pedri, no! She won't ever forgive me. I hurt her and it's all my fault, all my fault. I should've said nothing. Pedri, please help me. I cannot lose her, Pedri please." he sobs desperately. " I love her!"

"You for real recorded him?"

"He tried to come here, but his knee hurts him like hell now. So I came for him because I'm his friend and I know that he is suffering and I know that you are suffering as well-"

"Pedri, I must leave. I can't live like that anymore. It's just too hard to bare. I'm going home-"

"But he needs you-"

"I need myself more! I can't risk my health again. I sacrificed a lot for money. Time, days without eating, sleepless nights. But right now, all of this is more important. I'm sorry, but I won't go back."

He looks down.

"I'm sorry. It's so selfish of me to ask you to stay." He looks into your eyes with a sad smile. "Thank you for everything you've done for him."

Then he leaves just like you left Gavi.

You opened your phone just to see a message from him.

So that you won't have to worry about work anymore. Thank you for everything.

You look into your bank account to see a big amount of money from him.

Gavi was waiting for Pedri to come back and when he saw his face, he knew that he didn't make it. He looks down, trying not to cry.

Pedri went to hug him. (GIF) It was hard to see his friend suffer this much. First, because of his knee and second because of love.

Pedri was also surprised to hear Gavi's confess. After all, he also spent some few weeks with you and falling in love wasn't happening that easy.

But maybe this was faith. Or just a lesson.

And that scared him the most.

Gavi didn't want you to be just a lesson.

Ah, will you choose to stay with Gavi (love) or will you decide to go back home back to your studies (school)?

Write in the comments if you want part 3 and if you choose love or school!

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[7ndipity]

False Pretenses

fwb!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Just how fair does the ‘benefits’ aspect between Friends with Benefits actually extend? Based on this meme.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: crack to fluff, suggestive moments and ending, swearing, Jk has side by side washer/dryer units cause it’s funnier, reader’s referred to as ‘Ma’am’, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Sorry it took me soo long to get to, I hope you’ll still like it tho! (I’ll also be posting a couple more pieces with this pairing in the next couple weeks, so keep your eyes peeled if you liked this)

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It was the type of text you had gotten more than used to receiving from him over the past few months, smirking down at your phone as you waited for the elevator in his building.

“Need you so bad rn. Come over?❤”

The heart was a new addition, he must be feeling particularly needy today, you thought to yourself as the elevator doors finally opened.

Since the two of you had established this new part of your friendship, it was rare for you to go more than four or five days without receiving some variation of the same short message from him.

You were still slightly surprised by his text, seeing as you had only been over the night before, but you weren’t complaining by any means. Though you may have enjoyed pretending that Jungkook was the needier one in your arrangement, if you were completely honest, you were just as affected by him, finding yourself missing him on the nights you didn’t spend together.

When he opened the door, you noticed he looked a little more disheveled than usual, his hair sticking up all over the place, as if he’d been running his hands through it, a habit you knew he did when he was stressed.

“You got here fast.” He noted, letting you into the apartment.

“Well, your text made it sound kinda urgent, didn’t want to leave you waiting too long.” You said, wandering through into the living room, slowing to a stop as you caught sight of the chaotic state of the space, cleaning supplies and laundry scattered around, furniture moved all out of place.

“What happened in here?” You asked, turning back to Jungkook, who was now avoiding your eyes. “Koo?”

“I lied, I didn’t want sex.” He said guiltily, looking up at you. “I need you to help me clean.”

“I-, what?” You blinked at him, unsure if you heard him correctly.

He slumped back against the counter, looking stressed as he ran his hand through his hair again. ”My parents decided to surprise me by announcing they’re coming to visit tomorrow, but I’ve done nothing but sleep since I got home from tour last week, so the house is a fucking mess and everything’s a disaster and I need help, please.” He pleaded, staring at you.

You immediately began pulling your coat back on, turning back towards the door. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Y/n, please!” He quickly followed after you, catching your sleeve. “I’ll do anything you want! I’ll buy you dinner, I’ll rub your back, I’ll even let you pick what we watch for a month!”

You paused, turning to look back at him with a raised brow. “Even if I want to re-watch ‘Our Beloved Summer’ for a third time?”

He bit lip, trying to fight back a pained grimace before nodding slowly. “Whatever you want.”

You stared at him for a long moment.

“Fine.” You said reluctantly, caving as you saw the genuine desperation in his eyes. You could never say no to him.

“Thank you!” He sang, catching you in a tight hug and spinning you around in a circle. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

“Yeah, whatever,” You grumbled as he set you back on your feet. “Where do we start?”

“Laundry room?” He offered. “It’s mostly done, I just need to vacuum behind the machines.”

Do you really think your mom’s gonna look back there?” You raised a brow, following him down the hall.

“She’s very thorough.” He said seriously.

“Fair enough.” You shrugged. “I don’t quite see why I’m necessary for this part though?”

“I was afraid if I tried to clean back there by myself, I’d slip and get stuck or die.”

“So you want me to slip and die behind your washer instead?” You shot him an accusatory look.

“No! I’ll hold onto you and keep you safe,” He smiled reassuringly. “You know, like the buddy system.”

“I thought the buddy system was for camping so you didn’t get lost or eaten by bears?”

“It’s a multi-purpose system!” He said, his earlier agitation starting to flare up again at your teasing. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it, pass me the vacuum.” You relented, boosting yourself up on top of the dryer.

He held onto your hips to keep you balanced as you cleaned, his mind beginning to wander as he stared at your ass, his fingers starting to slowly knead your flesh absent-mindedly.

“Koo.” You warned, shooting him a quick look.

“Right, sorry.” He snapped back to attention, ceasing his movements and focusing back on the task at hand.

You finished up quickly, passing the vacuum attachment back to him and letting him help you down.

“Thank you.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” You answered, looking around expectantly. “What’s next?”

The apartment wasn’t nearly as bad of a mess as he claimed it to be, but it still took both of you several hours of work to get everything back in order, finishing off with laundry and changing all the bedding.

“Why are these sticky?!” You asked, mildly horrified as you helped him strip the sheets off his bed.

“Relax, it’s just caramel sauce.” He said.

You looked up at him confused. “We didn’t use-?”

“No no, that was just me,” He explained quickly. “I had ice cream last night.”

“Without me?!” You said, clutching your chest in feign hurt, making him roll his eyes as he let out a huff of laughter.

“I’ll add that to the list of things I need to make up for, okay?” He said.

“Eh, it’s better than where my mind went.” You said, only half joking as you grabbed the fresh sheets from him and turned back to the bed. “Almost thought you were fucking around behind my back for a second there.”

Facing away from him, you missed the way his expression suddenly turned serious as he looked at you. “I would never.”

It was strange, despite the supposedly ‘casual’ nature of your arrangement, you both found yourselves making little comments like that, words and exchanges that sounded a lot more like things said between a committed couple, rather than just two friends helping each other out till you found something more serious.

“Alright, I think that’s everything.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. You had finished making up the bed, even turning down the covers for him.

“Thank you, y/n.” He said gratefully. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Probably called Hobi.” You smirked, making him snort.

“Now, you promised me food, and if you lie to me twice in the same day, I’m dumping your ass.” You said, earning another laugh from him.

“Alright, whatever you want, just like I said.” He said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

“Although, if you wanted, I could make up for my false pretenses from earlier in a different way?” He offered, eyes darkening slightly as his hands drifted over your hips

You lightly shoved his hands away. “Not a chance, Loverboy, I’m way too tired now. You’ll have to try and ‘make it up to me’ some other time.”

“How about tomorrow?” He said, eyes twinkling mischievously, looping his arms around your waist instead to keep you close.

“I thought your parents were coming over tomorrow?” You reminded, raising a brow at him.

“You could come over after.” He suggested. “Hell, you could even come to dinner with us, my parents like getting to meet my friends.”

“Friends?” You looked up at him skeptically.

“Yeah, what?” He laughed, squeezing you lightly.

“Do you let your other friends suck your di-?”

“They don’t need to know the details of our relationship!” He said quickly, his face flushing slightly, making you snicker. “You’re still my friend, one of my best friends actually.” He added, in a soft tone.

The way he said it made your heart twist in a weird way, though you didn’t quite understand why.

“So?” He asked, staring down at you hopefully. “Will you come?”

You chewed your lip, considering. It felt like a really big commitment to meet his family, regardless of what your relationship was, but you tell it would mean a lot to him if you said yes.

“I’ll think about it.” You said finally.

He beamed.

“Thank you!” He said, leaning in to kiss you again, his lips lingering longer this time, tracing over yours lightly, making you shiver.

You pressed closer to him, hooking your arms around his neck as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue delve into his mouth as his hands grip on your waist tightened.

When you pulled back for air, his pupils were blown wide, eyes almost black as he stared down at you, breathing heavily.

“Take your shirt off.” You ordered, your breaths equally unsteady.

“But I thought you said-?”

“I changed my mind.” You cut him off, tugging at the fabric impatiently. “Shirt off, now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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[kentosbabes]

CEO Nanami Kento x Reader

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Rating: Mature Word count: 602 words Content: CEO Nanami headcannons + a little bit of smut :3

Part 1!!

Nanami is not usually a fan of physical touch but, since you walked into his office holding your resume all he's wanted, is to be close to you

Were you completely qualified for the job? Probably not but to Nanami, you were perfect for him - and the job ofc…

Your attraction to one another was undeniable and in hopes of getting Nanami’s attention where you want it your skirts became shorter and your shirt buttons started lower

The thought of you plagues Nanami's mind as he struggles to focus, watching you walk around the office in those short short skirts and heels that leave him tight in his trousers. The pain is only able to be soothed in cold showers late at night while he dreams of you being under him

Your oh-so-innocent eyes behind the frame of your glasses only furthers his desires, as you look up at Namami his tall frame towering over you while you blabber on about his schedule for the day. 

Your relationship starts to escalate when the casual sarcastic comments and general flirtiness blurred the lines of a professional relationship and whatever was going on between you and Nanami

After a couple of months, the two of you address the growing tension and Nanami asks you out on a date finally

Nanami is such a gentleman - picking you up from your apartment with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, opening the passenger side door for you, his hand squeezing your thigh while he drives, and of course, paying the bill with his limitless black card once you guys finish the meal

“Want to head home?” Nanami asks, “Only if it's yours” you practically beg, looking up at him through your frames hoping he'd take the damn hint. His eyes meet yours and he can only groan driving at an unfathomable speed, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel and his other hand softly rubbing soothing circles onto your thigh.

Once you get back to his apartment, before you can even look around and take in the expensive furniture, his lips are pressed against yours as Nanami pushes you back against the door trapping you between his arms

Just as you begin to kneel, Nanami whispers “baby I wanna do this right for our first time, lemme make you feel good beautiful” all you can do is nod before he's dragging you through corridors till you reach a room bigger than your apartment with a king size bed slapped in the middle alongside the floor to ceiling windows.

Nanami is gentle with you, placing you on the bed worshipping your body. The rest of the night is filled with your moans - “kento,” you moan head thrown back against the pillow “yes baby?” he replies his thrusts speeding up, “so so good” you whimper allowing him to take you fully to the hint.

Once you come down from your high Nanami walks into his ensuite running a hot bath and bringing a hot towel to clean you up. The warm water coating your body, his hands drawing patterns on your skin as he sits behind you in the bath cleaning you with care

After a couple more dates and months of the two of you staying at each other's sides, Nanami finally builds up the courage to ask you to be his. His bed covered in petals and his hand holding a necklace the price of your entire apartment “please me mine” Nanami pleas, “always” you answer your hands finding home in his hair and his hands finding peace at your waist

CEO NANAMI LIVES IN MY HEAD 24/7

[st-eve-barnes]

Servant

(Aemond x Fem Reader)

Summary: based on a little prompt "I want you to watch me masturbate" where Aemond just wants his maid to watch but she wants to give him a little bit more.

Word count: +2400

Warning: 18+ for explicit content and language. Male masturbation, blow job. Reader is very submissive in this one.

I really enjoyed writing this dynamic so there might be more parts coming up in the future!

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All my fics are also on AO3

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Being Prince Aemond’s maid was the best job you could have wished for. You were a poor girl from a simple family, your parents barely had enough to survive and sustain you and your three sisters. There was no money or time for an education. As soon as you were able to you started working to earn money for yourself and your family.

You’d started out cleaning in the staff’s quarters of the Red Keep, then worked your way up to taking care of the guest quarters, a job you’d held for several years.

This last year you got your final promotion: maid for the royal family and more specifically Prince Aemond.

You were nervous at first, knowing nothing about the prince except what you’d heard around the corridors of the castle, that he was not a kind man, that he could be cold and cruel. And those weren't the worst rumors going around, some called him violent and unhinged, a dangerous man you didn’t want to cross paths with.

But that wasn’t your experience with him at all. After many months of working for Aemond you had found him to be kind, quiet and polite. He always treated you with gratitude and respect and never demanded too much from you.

You felt like the luckiest maid in the entire realm.

It was late that particular night, you had just finished washing and folding Aemond’s clothes and were on your way to deliver them to his chambers. You knocked on the door and waited for the prince to answer.

“Who is there?”

“It’s Y/N, your grace, I have your robes for tomorrow…I can leave them by the door.”

It was quiet for a moment and you were just about to put the clothes on the little table next to his door when he answered again.”Come in, please.”

You opened the door without giving it any second thought and stepped into his room. 

Aemond must have just returned from the bath because his hair was still wet, clinging to his shoulders and bare chest but that wasn’t where your eyes were drawn to. He was completely naked and you couldn't help your gaze from traveling downwards.

The clothes you were holding almost fell to the floor in shock and for a moment you just stared, unable to help yourself. You quickly recovered and turned your back to him, averting your gaze and biting your lip.

“I’m sorry, your grace,” you stuttered,” I shouldn’t have looked, forgive me.”

Aemond just smiled, amused at your embarrassment and your obvious interest in his lower regions, ”You do not have to apologize, my dear. And I believe I have told you before there is no need for such formalities in here. Call me Aemond, please.”

“Aemond,” you sighed, still keeping your back to him,”I shouldn’t have come in this late, I'm sorry, I thought you said…”

“I asked you to come in,” he clarified.

“Oh.”

Confusion clouded your mind. You had known the prince for almost a year now but except for some small talk you two hadn’t really shared any actual conversations, and it definitely wasn’t a habit of him to invite you into his room this late at night. Aemond always kept to himself when you were around and he was usually quiet. And fully dressed.

“Why?” you asked.

“Why what?”

“Why did you ask me to come in?”

“Maybe I like the company.”

You felt him move behind you but you didn’t dare turn around, knowing he was still as naked as when you walked in and not trusting your eyes to not have a will of their own.

"Do you want company?" you asked, trying to focus on the conversation.

"I wouldn't mind it."

“I can look into getting one of the girls from the pleasure house, my prince. I’m sure they would only be too happy to…”

“No,” he interrupted you with a weak smile,”No, I don’t want any of them.”

His words only brought more confusion and your mind was running in too many different directions. You had no idea what he wanted.

“My lady, are you ever going to turn around and look at me?” Aemond interrupted your thoughts.

He had never called you my lady before today but something was different tonight-apart from him not wearing any clothes that is- the air in the room felt heavy and thick.

“I can’t, my prince, it would be improper, I am your maid,” you reminded him.

“I am well aware, Y/N,” he chuckled and hesitated a moment before asking his next question,“Have you ever seen a man naked before?”

This time it was your turn to smile, “I have, your grace. More than once actually.” 

But no man like you. Those words died on your tongue and you shook your head, if this went on for much longer you were sure to say or do the wrong thing. You had always found the prince attractive, but you valued your job over anything else so it wasn’t something you allowed yourself to dwell on or really think about.  He descended from dragon blood, you descended from nothing. You would never be more than his maid.

You sighed deeply, pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind and saying the only thing you could say. “I should go, your grace."

Aemond's face fell at your formal words but then he noticed that despite them you still hadn’t moved closer to the door.

"Are you a virgin, my lady?" he then asked.

You bit your lip and shook your head. Why was he asking those things when you were fighting so hard not to think such impure thoughts?

"Answer your prince," he insisted.

"No, I am not a virgin."

His lips curled up into a little smile and he slowly took a few steps closer to you. Even without looking you felt him and your body reacted instantly, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest and if he came much closer he would hear it too.

When he took another step you could feel the heat from his body radiating against yours. His voice a heavy whisper against your ear now,"Do you want to go? Or do you want to look at me?"

You let out a shaky breath, the presence of him and how he was able to see into your mind, the teasing tone in his question…everything about him was clouding your judgment. 

God, you wanted to look. But you worked for him, it was all kinds of wrong.

“It is a simple question, my dear. To which there is no wrong answer, I will not judge or belittle you for your choice.”

You stayed quiet for a moment and he did not press you for an answer, letting you decide in your own time.

Eventually you asked the question back to him,”What is it that you want, your gra…Aemond?”

You heard him step back from you again and immediately felt cold at the loss. But then his voice brought you back into the moment, low and almost challenging, “I want you to look.”

You sighed deeply realizing there was no way out of this, if you walked away right now you would regret it for the rest of the night, and probably a lot longer. His voice and his request had broken down your walls. You would probably regret this too, but at least you’d have something to remember.

You slowly turned around.

Aemond was sitting down in his chair by the fireplace, still fully naked, legs wide open and his cock half hard in between. The sight of him instantly took your breath away.

He smiled softly when he noticed how you stared and how flustered you had already become just from seeing him like this.

But you recovered quickly, slowly taking a few steps closer to him while your eyes came to rest on his.

“What can I do for you, your grace?” your question sounded innocent but the darkness in your eyes didn't lie.

You would have done anything he asked of you, no matter how improper or vulgar it may be.

Your gaze held onto him, your turn to challenge him now and it worked. The prince was blushing, his chest rising up and down fast under his heavy breath.“I want you to watch."

He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it lazily and slowly, never taking his eye off you. You were both breathing hard. The sight of him put an ache between your legs you hadn’t felt in a really long time.

“Take off your apron,” Aemond asked.

You did as he asked, slowly taking off your apron and letting it fall down to the floor. The dress you wore underneath showed more of your curves and even a little cleavage. It wasn’t much but it seemed to be enough for Aemond to be affected. His hand moved over his cock a little faster and more determined.

“The dress,” he continued,” Take it off.”

You followed his instructions again, unable to do anything else but obey. You took your time, noticing how he enjoyed every second of you teasing him, encouraging you to keep it going.

Your dress fell to the floor next to your apron, leaving you in just your underdress. You knew he could see more than just your curves now, the fabric being almost completely see through.

Aemond’s eye was no longer on yours now, it was on your body, drinking you in from top to bottom. He was flustered and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander as well, down to his hand and how it wrapped so perfectly around his now fully hard huge cock, his thumb circling the head, spreading his precum all over himself. You couldn’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like wrapped around your throat, or how those long delicate fingers would feel curled deep inside of your wet cunt.

You pressed your legs together, the ache down there quickly building into something you wouldn’t be able to ignore much longer.

You started pulling down the last layer of clothing hiding you from him but Aemond shook his head.

“No, leave it on,” he stopped you, his eye finding yours again,”Leave it on, my lady.”

You nodded and did as he asked.

“Come closer to me,” he then pleaded.

Your feet moved instantly at his words, as if he controlled your every move now. You stepped closer until you were standing right in front of him. You weren’t sure what came over you, it was as if you were hypnotized by that one piercing eye boring into your soul and pulling all the strings.

Your body seemed to have taken over from your mind and it only wanted one thing, to make the man in front of you fall apart.

You sank down to your knees and Aemond’s eye widened in surprise. Your hands moved up his thighs, making him hiss between his teeth while he kept pumping himself, faster now, suddenly no longer the one in control. His mouth fell open as he watched you in awe.

“My lady...fuck,” he breathed.

You slowly licked your lips while you moved your face in between his legs, all your attention focussed on his cock. You didn’t touch him, you just opened your mouth suggestively and then looked up at him.

Aemond looked wrecked, still in disbelief of what was happening and how eagerly you got down on your knees for him.

This wasn’t what he’d planned. None of this was what he’d planned, he never should have listened to Aegon and shared that last bottle of wine with him. Aemond was far from drunk but he was definitely buzzed, the loss of his inhibitions made him bolder than usual, not to mention horny as hell. This was exactly why he didn’t drink.

Because now here he was at the point of no return, having lost all self control. You held it all in the palm of your hand as it wrapped around his cock and took over from him, jerking him slowly. Aemond was afraid he would cum on the spot just from finally feeling your touch. He had imagined this countless of times but his fantasies could never live up to the real deal. 

Your eyes looked up at him with so much lust as you leaned in and took him into your mouth, your heat and wetness engulfing him so perfectly Aemond thought he might die.

His head fell back against the chair and he moaned shamelessly, no longer able to hold back, hands gripping the sides of the chair.

You continued pumping him slowly while letting your mouth get used to the feel of him, trying to take him in a little deeper with every bop of your head. 

“Yes…just like that,” Aemond finally found his voice again, encouraging you as he moaned,”Gods, please don’t stop…you feel so good…oh my sweet girl…fuck…yes…”

Your free hand searched for his, grabbing his wrist and guiding him towards your head. Aemond took the hint, he gently caressed your scalp and then grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding your movements, letting him set the rhythm.

He wanted to go slow, savor every moment of this but his body was betraying him. He could feel how close he was already, your mouth and your hand pushing him closer to that edge.

“Faster,” he moaned,”Please…faster….oh gods…fuck…don’t stop…I’m gonna come…”

When you dug your nails into his thighs and moaned around his cock he was done for. He fucked your mouth mercilessly and it didn't take more than a few thrust for him to fall apart completely. He wanted to pull out but you didn’t budge, sucking him down until you felt his hot white cum fill the back of your throat. Aemond was whimpering beneath you, hands tightening in your hair as you swallowed all of him.

You felt him grow weak in your mouth and took your time licking him clean, he was still breathing hard and moaning softly, coming down from his high. His hand in your hair lost its grip and he leaned back against the chair, trying to calm down his racing heart.

"You're so good," he breathed in a whisper,"So good to me...my sweet girl...gods...your mouth is heaven.."

You smiled softly and got comfortable on the floor in between his legs. You wanted nothing more but to stay right there by his side, your hand softly caressing his leg while you rest your head on his thigh. All thoughts of your own needs were forgotten, somehow this was all you needed and all you wanted tonight, to take care of him and make him feel good. Nothing else mattered.

Aemond closed his eye, his hand finding its way back to your head, caressing your hair and gently scratching your scalp.

He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to speak anymore, didn’t want to do anything that could ruin the magic of this moment.

You were so beautiful and so good to him and he had no idea what he had done to deserve this. But he would hold onto it, even if it was only for tonight.

Maybe he should thank Aegon for that bottle of wine after all.

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Part 2

[unemployedhockeyfan]

Not All Breakups Are Equal Pt. 2

Summary: Lando and Eloise deal with the fallout of their friendship after Eloise left Lando standing in his Monaco apartment.

Warnings: angst I guess and I'm pretty sure just one swear word

Notes: Hi! Thanks for the support on part one!! Sorry it took a few days for this part. I write for my adult job, too, so sometimes I'm just a little too worn out to write after work.

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Part 1

The days in New York are easy. Daily life is just fast enough that I don’t even have the opportunity to think of the friendship breakup that’s constantly trying to pull at my heart. 

Days are nothing compared to nights. 

New York has seemingly earned its title of “The City That Never Sleeps.” I wish I could say it’s because I make my nights as fast paced as my days, but that would be one of the biggest lies I’ve ever told — second only to all the years I told myself I didn’t love Lando… At least not that way. 

My nights are filled with little to no sleep as I toss and turn in the bed squished into the tiny hotel room. All that fills my brain is his smile, his laugh and the look on his face as I walked out the door of his apartment. 

I never want to forget the smile or the laugh, but that last look is one I wish wasn’t burned into my brain. 

It’s been three weeks since I last saw or talked to Lando. He’s since won his first race in Formula 1. 

A race I wasn’t there for. 

I was supposed to be. I had a pass and in all honesty, I could’ve still shown up. If I did, though, I would’ve fallen back into the same pattern as before. The people-pleasing nature of my personality would’ve come out and I would’ve continued to let Lando’s new girlfriend talk ill about me. 

My mind was overflowing with the memories I had of watching Lando celebrate in Miami while I sat 1,200 miles north. I knew I wasn’t going to sleep tonight. At least not anymore than the three hours I had already barely managed. 

As I rolled over to grab my phone off the nightstand, the cheap digital clock was shining 3:30 a.m. 

“Hm, Max is probably up by now. I can call him,” was the initial thought that crossed my mind. 

Max wasn’t necessarily thrilled when he found out that my plane ticket landed me across the Atlantic Ocean, but he got over it relatively quickly when he found out I had friends from university in the area. 

It took a while, but the line finally connected, welcoming me to one of the most comforting voices in my life. 

“Eloise, long time no hear.”

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. I’ve been busy.”

“Really? Or are you just lying to me?” Max always seemed to be able to read my mind, no matter how much I wished he couldn’t.

“It’s a half lie. The days have been busy, the nights are just restless.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

The silence lasted for a few moments too long. It allowed Max just enough time to steer the conversation in a direction I was trying to avoid. 

“He misses you, Elle.”

“I saw his win in Miami. He looked happy. I couldn’t help but watch.”

“He wanted you there.”

I know Max is telling the truth. He has no reason to lie, and I know that truthfully Lando didn’t want me to leave his apartment just over a month ago, but I did. 

“You should call him, not me.”

“It depends, Max” 

“On what? Whether or not he’s broken up with his girlfriend?”

“Actually, exactly that.”

“I thought you told him you were OK if they were dating as long as she was nicer to you,” Max pushed back. 

“I am, I just don’t think she’s capable of changing in just a few weeks.” 

My voice was getting louder and I didn’t really want to take my anger out on Max. He hadn’t done anything wrong — maybe just pushed the wrong button or two. 

We sat in silence, the only noise being our breathing on either end of the line. It lasted well over a minute before I let out an exaggerated sigh. I was not only going to come clean to Max, but to myself as well. 

“Max, it's just… It’s hard and it hurts,” I said as my eyes slowly started to leak fresh tears. 

“I know, Eloise, I know. I don’t think anyone is expecting it to be easy for you or for him.”

“No, Max, I don’t just mean distancing myself from him. It’s hard to even be around him nowadays when I see how he treats other girls when all I want is for him to treat me that way.”

The pause in the conversation was deafening. With the phone pressed to my ear, I waited for Max to say something, to say anything. 

“Max?”

“Well, it’s about time you admitted it to yourself,” he said with a rather large chuckle.

“Stop, this isn’t funny.”

I was laughing too, though. I couldn’t stop. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the fact that for the first time in a month I felt comfortable in my surroundings, but I laughed for a good three minutes before Max’s voice finally came through again. 

“You sure do laugh a lot for someone who thinks this isn’t funny!”

“Can’t help it right now.”

“I mean, I am pretty funny,” Max said with an audible smug look on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, well, looks aren’t everything.”

“Good one, Elle. I’m going to hang up on you so you have to call him.”

“I’m not going to, I need more time. Plus, he’s in Montreal right now, it’s 3:30 for him, too, and I’d imagine he’s asleep.”

“You’re stubborn, you know that, right?”

“Hm, I learned it from you.”

“Get some sleep, Eloise. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Maxy. And, I promise, I’ll call him eventually.”

It was nearly two months later before I decided it was finally time to talk to Lando again. Of course, by that point, I was well past sleep deprived between restless nights in New York and changing time zones as I returned home to the United Kingdom. 

With my brain barely functioning, I decided the best bet would be to not call Lando, but show up in Austria at his next race. I had all the passes I needed to show up thanks to both myself and Lando thinking this falling out was never going to happen. 

I managed to avoid all the areas I knew Lando would be during the days leading up to Sunday. I saw and anxiously watched as Lando raced Max for the lead. I sat and nearly cried as I watched Lando’s race come to an end just laps shy of yet another podium. 

Lando is hard on himself. He holds himself to a level that’s nearly impossible to reach, and I know his mood after this race will be anything but stellar. He’s bound to be angry, and I start to fear what his reaction will be if he sees me. 

As I stand lost and confused in the paddock, I hear my name being called by maybe one of the few people who could make me smile at this moment. 

“Eloise! Elle, is that you?”

I whip my head around to see a smiling Daniel Ricciardo jogging my way. Before I could even respond, I’m wrapped in the embrace of one of my favorite members of the F1 world. 

“What are you doing here? Does Lando know?”

“I’m assuming he’s clued you in on what’s happened?”

“Just a little, don’t know all the details.” 

“Um, yeah, well he doesn’t know I’m here. Really, I don’t even know why I’m here. I should probably leave. There was part of me that wanted to talk to him, but after everything that’s gone on just today, it’s probably best I make myself just disappear. I don’t want to make this any worse than it probably already is for him.”

“Eloise, you’re rambling.”

I couldn’t help it, I was nervous. I was standing in front of one of Lando’s former teammates and just steps away from the McLaren garage. 

“Do you want me to call him and get him down here? I really don’t think you off all people could make this moment worse for him”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Call him.”

Lando must’ve answered quickly, but it seemed to take some convincing from the Aussie to lure Lando out of his driver’s room. Eventually the word was that he was on his way down. 

I wouldn’t let Daniel leave. I couldn’t let Daniel leave. Just over a minute after Daniel had hung up the phone, I heard a voice that I’d been missing for months. 

The voice was so calming on the ears that I had a physical reaction to it. Everything seemed to calm down around me the second the first word came stumbling from Lando’s mouth. 

“What’s up, Daniel? Really just not in the mood right now.”

He didn’t respond. Daniel just stepped out of the way, revealing me to the man who still held so much of my soul. 

“Hey, Lan.” 

The tension was palpable. Lando and I stood there staring at one another as Daniel slowly disappeared to likely return to his own driver’s room. I didn’t want to say anything until he responded, but I was scared that if I waited for him, it would be silent for hours. 

“Sorry for just showing up and not calling. For some reason it seemed easier to jump on a plane than it did to pick up the phone.” 

“You’re here? In Austria? You’re here, really here? I went back home, I called and nothing. Now, you’re just here?”

“Lan, I’m sorry. I needed space. I just didn’t know the best way to come back.”

I could tell Lando was trying to not get angry. His body language becomes so easy to read after knowing him for years.

His hand ran through the curls on his head after rubbing his face almost too hard. 

“Um, let’s just go to my driver’s room. We probably shouldn’t have this conversation in public.” 

The walk to his room was awkward. There were eyes glancing at us and some whispers, too. I knew it had been awhile since I had been at one of these, but this surely wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. 

“Listen, Eloise, I’m not mad. I’m just confused. You left me in my apartment and then disappeared for months with nothing from you. I had to rely on Max to at least know you were alive.”

Lando took a seat on his makeshift bed after making room next to him for me to sit. 

“I know, Lando. I can only imagine how much it hurt you for me to leave, but I had to protect myself. I was hurting so much.”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

Lando was crying. With the events that had already unfolded today, this really wasn’t the best time for this conversation, but it didn’t look like I could avoid it any longer. 

“Lan, I know you didn’t want to hurt me.” 

Before I could stop myself, I was wiping the tears that were starting to spill from his eyes. He looked so vulnerable at this moment. 

“And, really, Lando, I don’t think I ever really felt hurt by you. I just wanted you to hear me and it felt like you were blinded by some love.” 

“It wasn’t love. It was lust or some shit like that. It just definitely wasn’t love.”

I’m not sure how I was really supposed to take that revelation. Was he still seeing her? Was it still too new that he was just describing it as lust?

My confusion must’ve been evident on my face because before I could utter a response, Lando was talking again. He was talking to me as he slowly grabbed both of my hands in his, running his thumbs over the back of them. 

“She’s gone. She’s not in the picture anymore. The day after you left, Max and I had a heart-to-heart. Really, he kind of laid into me and wouldn’t stop. He kept saying that some fling was never going to be worth what you meant to me — what you mean to me.”

It was my turn to start crying. The tears didn’t flow as fast as they did the night I walked out of his apartment, but they were there. Lando quickly pulled me into his chest, placing a needed kiss on my temple. 

“Eloise, I will spend every day for the rest of my life apologizing for allowing her to say those things about you.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” my voice slightly muffled but my head in his chest. 

As I leaned back, I grabbed his hands once again and looked him in the eyes — those eyes that have held me captive since I was 13. 

“Why didn’t you come find me after you broke it off with her? Max isn’t that strong, he would’ve told you where I was in a heartbeat if he knew it was over.”

“I knew where you were. I knew you were tucked away in a crummy New York hotel room. I just wanted to give you space. Telling you she was gone would’ve just rushed you, and I didn’t want to do that.”

“You really do surprise me sometimes, Lando Norris. Can we go back to being friends again? I can’t do life without you in it.”

“About that…”

About what? What could Lando possibly want to say to me? I thought this conversation was going well, I thought it was oddly healing in a way. Was he about to push me out the door this time? 

“I don’t know if we can be friends again, Eloise.”

Oh my god this really is it. Our friendship is ending. After months of me not letting it die in my brain as I took my own space, Lando Norris was about to shatter my heart into a million unrecoverable pieces. 

“We can’t be friends because it’s not OK for friends to love one another the way I love you.”

“Wait, what?”

[luna0713hunter]

Please more writing for shanks! It's so good

Author's note : I've come back from the death!!!i just had one of my final terms today and saying im exhausted to bone is a misunderstanding. Anyways!!!i hope u enjoy this!!

A safe place to rest

Shanks x reader

Summary : being a pirate,may seem like an easy job. But after fighting marines and looking after your crewmates,you cant help but to feel exhausted.

Warnings : none,hurt/comfort,overworked reader,pet names such as "princess,darling and etc", gender neutral ,metion of blood

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Peeling the bloody shirt off of your body and throwing it on the wooden floor of the ship,you sit heavily on your bed and heave a heavy sigh; today was exhausting.

It started out like any other day;with you waking up to your crewmates loud banter and getting dressed as you made your way over to the kitchen to have a simple breakfast. Soon,a small land was found,and it was time for reloading the stuff you needed to sail off again.

Helping everyone was as always,a challenge. As you tried to stop your crewmates from making any mess,and at the same time remembering every single item on the list. And simply putting them in the storage had took all your afternoon rest. And if that wasnt enough,everyone on the ship had agreed to go out and drink because it's been a while since you had hit the land.

And if your day wasnt exhausting enough,all hell broke loose as you stepped inside the bar.

Everything was good for the first thirty minutes. That is,until a group of young marines had barged in; seemingly have heard from the locals about the pirates luring around.

The fight was ugly.

You take your head in your hands as the images of the fight flashes across your eyes;the sickly smell of blood still lingering in your nose.

Gods above,you were beyond tired. You were ready to crawl under your blanket and never get out,when a gentle knock broke you out of your trace.

You hastily throw a clean shirt on,and slowly open the door only to be greeted by a flash of red.

Shanks,your captain, gives you a small smirk as he takes in your appearance and leans against the door frame.

"comfortable there, princess?"

You give him a confused look before taking a good look at what you're wearing and then your cheeks are burning bright red. You swallow down your embarrassment and fold your arms against your chest with a slight pout.

"your fault for leaving it in my room,Cap."

Shanks lets out a free laugh and raises his single arm up in mock surrounder.

"dont get me wrong. I love to see you in my clothes more than anything."

You hum,a slight comfort taking place in your weary bones as you lean against the door as well.

"more than wine?"

Shanks leans slightly closer,and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear,and you try to look away when he gives you the softest smile.

"more than air itself,my dear."

You lean in his touch shyly and look up at him from under your lashes.

"would you like to come in then, captain?"

Shanks nods and closes the door behind himself.

Its not his first time in your room;after all,its been a while since the two of you started dating. But it still made you slightly awkward having him in your messy room.

A slight tug at your hand and warm fingers interwining with yours,makes you look at the red haired man standing in front of you.

"what're you thinking about,doll?"

And just seeing him there;in the comfort of your own room and under the soft glow of the candles;in his cloths,has you letting out a soft sigh and leaning your forehead against his shoulder.

"I'm just... exhausted,Shanks. Today was alot. Everything is alot."

A strong arm wraps itself around your shoulders and pulls you flush against his chest. You feel Shanks' lips press firmly against the crown of your hair and you close your eyes upon the feeling.

"Take the day off tomorrow. No,take a week off;a month if you need,my dear. It kills me to see you wear yourself thin,and I've been meaning to ask you to take a break. Lets just,rest until you feel better yeah?" You raise you head up and look at him,only to see him smiling softly;his hand caressing your hair, "no need to push yourself. My princess deserves the best."

You blink rapidly;only to get rid of the stray tears stinging your eyes. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips before you're pulling yourself up on your tiptoes,and pressing your lips to his stubbled cheek.

"i appreciate it,Cap."

A horse chuckle escapes his lips,and before you know it, you're being lead to your bed.

"then how about we start from sleeping this awful night off. What do you say?"

And when you pull him down along with you and let out a relaxed sigh as you lay your head on his chest,a genuine smile finally blooms on your lips.

"sounds just wonderful,my love."

And you let the sound of Shanks' soft breathing and waves,lull you to sleep.

[sirianasims]

Chapter 43.7

The scent of spices still lingers in the air, mingling with the warm, dry breeze drifting in through the open terrace doors. The table in front of me is a landscape of wine glasses and the plates that once held Dave’s mouth-watering lemongrass chicken.

I fold my napkin and leave it by my bowl, which has been scraped so thoroughly clean that it looks like I licked it. Had I been alone, I probably would have.

“That was delicious, Dave. Best I’ve had outside Tomarang.”

Dave beams with pride. “The secret is in the red curry paste, I think I finally found the perfect mix. I hope you left room for dessert though, I’ve got more coming.”

“Now you’re just spoiling me. What’s the occasion?”

“It’s the end of an era. I think dessert is justified.”

I nod solemnly. I recorded my last lines as Llama Man two days ago. Lee dropped by the studio with champagne to commemorate the occasion and I ended up with a hangover that still haunts me.

The fact that the show is over feels weird to think about. I’ve had many roles, but most of them were pretty minor and, most of all, temporary. They were just something I did for a little while, but I’ve been Llama Man for fifteen years and now, jarringly, I’m not.

Sierra interrupts my wallowing. “So, have you thought about what you’re going to do now?”

I shrug. “I don’t know yet. I still get a few gigs here and there for other voiceovers, but nothing steady.”

“What about finally going back to acting? On camera, I mean? It’s the perfect time, the show finale is going to get you some buzz, and my agent would love a chance to work with you, you know that.”

“Sierra, honey, it’s only been a couple of days, maybe it’s a bit soon to worry about what’s coming next?”

Sierra chews on her lip, clearly eager to keep going, but she doesn’t. She always says that Dave is her rock, the calm counterbalance to her temper. Some of my previous girlfriends didn’t like my closeness with Sierra, assumed that we used to date or at the very least slept together, but we never did. We would probably have strangled each other.

Julia was refreshing like that too, she never interrogated me about Sierra or seemed to feel threatened, she just took our friendship at face value.

Or maybe she simply didn’t care enough about you to get jealous.

Sierra gives me a sideways glance. “Fine, we can discuss it later, but how are you doing, really? I mean, the show ending is a big change on its own, but after everything with Julia…”

“I told you, Sierra, I’m fine. I knew the show was ending, it was announced last year. And Julia and I have been done for months, it was sad but I’m over it.”

“Are you, though? It’s just, you haven’t really been yourself since you broke up with her and-”

Dave rubs his forehead. “Honey, please, we talked about this. Let the man breathe.”

It has no effect. Even Dave isn’t enough to stop Sierra after three glasses of Soft Shadow Avornalino.

“I’m just trying to understand, though. You were happy, she seemed happy too, and the next thing I hear is that you dumped her? I don’t get it.”

“Sierra, can we not talk about this, please? I don’t want to go over it again, it’s complicated.”

“Again? You never went over it the first time! And you seemed to be doing so well, this is the longest I’ve seen any of your relationships last, so what went wrong?”

“Ten months isn’t that long, and since when do you care so much about Julia anyway? You were the one who was sceptical about her from the start!”

“I care about you, Paul! I was only sceptical because I was worried about whether she was, you know, right for you. I love you, you know I do, but you can be kind of a lot to deal with sometimes!”

A weary sigh from Dave finally makes Sierra pause.

“Sorry, Paul, that was uncalled for. I just wish you’d get a bit more, well, serious about your life, your career, everything.”

I don’t respond.

Dave clears his throat. “Honey, why don’t you and Paul go for some fresh air while I clean up in here and get dessert ready? The garden is really coming along.”

She looks at him gratefully. There’s a unspoken understanding between them that makes me feel strangely sad. I wonder if it’s something you develop when you’ve been together for as long as they have, or if the trick is to marry someone exactly because they can tell what you need without speaking. Maybe it’s a bit of both. I certainly wouldn’t know. Like Sierra just reminded me, I’ve never been with someone long enough to find out.

I catch myself staring at them and quickly look away. I’m not really superstitious, but all Tartosans grow up learning about malocchio, the evil eye, it’s habitual. My grandmother always said that you’re not supposed to look at someone with envy in your heart, or you might curse them, even if you don’t mean to.

Maybe I’m cursed. If anything invites envy and jealousy, it’s fame. Maybe that’s why I keep fucking things up, why I’m never satisfied. It would almost be a relief to be cursed. At least then it wouldn’t be my own damn fault.

Dave starts clearing the table, and both Sierra and I get up as well. She looks at me apologetically, but I walk outside without waiting for her, into the neatly kept garden.

It’s the height of summer, and the chorus of cicadas fills the air, a rhythmic, comforting hum that blends seamlessly with the faint sounds of water trickling from a small fountain. It’s hard to believe we’re in the desert, the entire neighbourhood is like a carefully crafted oasis, each house more exquisite than the last, all lush gardens and towering palm trees.

I sigh, looking up at the dusky sky. Behind me, the sound of gravel crunching under Sierra’s feet mixes with the soft clinking of dishes coming from inside the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, Paul. Dave did tell me not to bring it up.”

“I was planning to propose to her, you know. How’s that for getting serious?”

“What?”

“Yes! Bought the ring and everything. But luckily I came to my senses before I utterly embarrassed myself.”

For the first time in all the years I’ve known her, Sierra is speechless. She simply stares at me, wide-eyed, and I realise that I must look deranged, my face contorted by grief and fury and shame, my chest heaving.

I feel a burning sensation in my nose and her face softens. She pulls me into a hug and I let her do it, like so many times before.

“For fuck’s sake, Paul.”

I hold back, not wanting to crush her under my weight, but she pulls me closer, insistently, until I relax and lean on her.

“I’m such an idiot.”

Sierra says nothing, she just rubs my back in gentle circles and I feel my anger slowly dissipate. She finally lets me go and cups my face with her hand.

“Paul, look at me. Do you regret leaving her?”

Desperately.

“No.”

The word leaves my mouth automatically. I’ve thought about Julia every single day, but each time my finger hovers over her name in my phone, I get overwhelmed by a feeling of dread I can’t quite put into words.

Admit it, you’re just afraid that she’d reject you the way you rejected her.

“Sierra, am I just meant to be alone? Is there something wrong with me?”

She snorts. “Nope, you’re perfect, that’s your whole problem. You could have anyone, you just can’t make up your mind.”

“She’s the only one I ever wanted like this.”

She shrugs. “You have a strange way of showing it, then. But if you really don’t regret it, I guess it must have been the right call.”

There’s doubt in her voice, like she knows I’m lying.

“It’s for the better, Sierra. She doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life yet, she needs time to figure it out.”

“Maybe she could have figured it out with you.”

I hadn’t even thought of that, but I reject the idea immediately, it’s too painful. “No. It was never going to last.”

“So you keep saying. You make it sound like you expected it to fail from the start.”

“So did you.”

“True. Sorry about that.” She leans against my shoulder.

“Careful the paps don’t see you like this, we wouldn’t want the rumours to start again.”

She chuckles. “I think they gave up on us when I married Dave.”

“They could try a new angle. I’m single again, what will I do next? I might try to add some drama to the most boring, sorry, I mean stable marriage in Del Sol Valley.”

She laughs and punches me in the shoulder, surprisingly hard.

“Watch it, Romeo. I may only be a cop on screen, but I’ve learned a lot about hiding evidence.”

I put my arm around her and for a moment we just exist, listening to the cicadas until Dave calls us back in for dessert.

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[augustsprincess]

August Walker x Reader drabble

Plot: August walker survived the crash and the fall, barely. He spends half a year in hospital receiving treatment and protection. After a lot of surgery and reconstruction he's allowed home, but not without a live-in nurse.

Warnings: Mentions of injury, bandages, medication and most of all S.M.U.T.

Half of his face his bandaged. One of his legs is damn near hanging off. He's had a LOT of surgery to reconstruct and fix things. When he's finally able to leave the hospital he requires a nurse to live with him for the next 4 months.

You draw the short straw, and begin to realise what a stubborn idiot the man is.

Pretending he doesn't need your help, making your job so much harder. Refusing to eat when you cook. Refusing to even move onto his side when you need to check his bandages on his back.

After days of coaxing him into good behaviour you find his sense of humor and he begins to warm to you, ever so slightly. He's a little more accepting of your cooking and treatment.

After a few more days he starts to change. Is he....flirting with you? It must be the medication you're giving him. The little pet names he starts to give you make you blush and you don't think he realises that when he winks, the bandage over his other eye makes it less obvious. But you chuckle either way.

What you don't expect, is to walk into his bedroom to redo his bandages and find him him on his front, grunting and thrusting frustratedly. After letting out a weak yelp you leave the room straight away and decide to give him half an hour. You don't think he even realized, but there's a certain sheen of sweat over his chest and forehead when you return.

Another week passes and the flirting becomes more obvious, though his dosage of medication gets less and less. It was real. You figured he was messing with you and you even let him get away with the couple of ass smacks he gives you.

Yet another week passes and you're in the study, cleaning his desk out of sheer boredom. As he's gotten healthier you had less to do during the day. You hum as you polish the wooden surface, just loud enough to cover the sound of the click of the door handle as August enters the room.

The cloth slips across the wood with ease as you put some elbow grease into it.

Your waist is gripped tight by two bear-like hands and you let out a loud shriek as you're hoisted back against a solid surface.

"Mr. Walker!" You yell in surprise, his purrs in your ear causing butterflies to erupt in your chest. "What are you doing, Sir?" You retort, but he just moans into your ear and before long you realise there's a distinctly solid object thrusting up against your backside.

"Shhhh" He coo's, gently thrusting against you. Using you for his own pleasure. "Please, it's been so fucking long. Just let me..."

"Sir, I could lose my job if they-"

"HUSH!" He interrupts you with a booming voice, pulling you tighter to his chest and dragging his clothed cock against the crevice of your ass. His groans and thrusts become much more erratic, slamming your hands down on the clean desk, caging you between his huge arms. "I need....you...God you feel so...."

"Please, Sir..." You beg. "I don't wanna lose my job, Sir-"

"Hush now baby, please. Daddy needs you to behave for him. He won't tell a soul." He presses gentle and chaste kisses along the side of your neck.

"But, Sir, I-" You protest yet again.

"Enough, babygirl. Enough, enough, enough....Daddy's gonna take care of you, job or not. Just....be a good girl for me."

"O-okay, Sir. I'll be good..." August releases your hands.

"God, good girl. Can daddy take your panties off?" He lifts your skirt and you find yourself agreeing just as he pulls your panties down. You miss the solid wall behind you when August takes a step back, but once he kicks off his pyjama bottoms he returns. "Is my baby girl on the pill?" He asks, pressing a kiss to the very top of your back.

"Yes, Mr. Walker." You whisper, pushing your ass up against his front. He growls before plunging into your walls with no warning. Together you yelp in unison as his fills you to the brim with his cock, and god was he gifted.

"Fuck, baby girl. You're making Daddy-" Thrust. "So" Thrust. "Fucking" Thrust. "Happy."

August pushes your back until your entire torso is flat against the desk, ass pushed up towards him as he starts to fuck you with no relent.

"Sir, be careful! Don't hurt yourself-" You warn as he fucks you harder. You want him to go faster but you're worried about his condition.

"I'm fine, darling girl. Daddy's been a bad boy." He grunts, his cock hitting your cervix and causing a wave of pleasure to build. "Daddy's been better for quite a while now, but he needed to surprise you." His thrusts are harder and harder with each word. "Oh baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna- ARGH!" With a roaring yell he shoots his load, painting your walls as he fills you up to the hilt with his still-hard cock. He doesn't stop for almost a minute after, becoming slower and slower as his cock softens. You feel beads of sweat fall from his forehead, hitting your back as he slows to a stop.

Your shared erratic breaths begin to calm as August lays over your back for a few moments, cock still inside you just barely. "Fuck me, baby girl. Where have you been my whole life?" With a harsh slap to your ass he stands up, pulling his pants back up.

You stand up fully but before you can bend to reach for your panties, he's kicked them away from you. "No panties in my house, baby. I want access at all times." You nod your head. You go to leave the room but you realise suddenly you'd never seen the man stand up before. He was tall. Really tall. With an imposing posture even with all of the bandages and stitches littering his face and body. You were a little nervous to approach him, even though you'd just had him slamming you into a desk repeatedly from behind. You clear your throat, thinking of a way to cut the tension.

"We should probably change my bandages." August announces. He knew you were uncomfortable. You nod your head and finally walk towards the door. As you're about to slip past the man he gently grabs a hold of your shoulders with both hands. "Come here..." He very gently commands. His face warms with a smile as you gingerly step towards him.

"Sir?" You whisper, your doe eyes making him melt where he stood. August's left arm snakes its way around your waist, and you're literally swept from your feet as he lifts you to his face. At long last, he presses his lips against yours in a devastatingly searing kiss. It felt as if you'd been waiting months, and you suppose you had. You hoped that he had too. As moments pass, August's kiss becomes more passionate but eventually he breaks away from you. With a lovesick smile on his face he places you back on the ground. Touching your face with his index finger he begins to laugh.

"Can I keep you? Please?". He's almost begging. But who are you to resist such a man? Nodding your head, you agree.

If you knew how demented this man was, how twisted his mind was. You may have been able to escape in time. But it was too late now.

As he purred in your ear, nuzzling your nose with his you smiled in sweet bliss. You were trapped. He had his hooks in you and there was no way in hell he'd ever let you go now. But as long as he loved you, nothing else mattered.

[sequinsmile-x]

Smoke Signals

On better days, when the good outweighed the bad, when she could see the innocence in her sons’ eyes or sat with her husband on the porch swing he’d built for her just because she said she wanted one, she liked to think she’d earned this. That everything she’d ever been through, every terrible, awful, thing had led her right to this. 

Emily has a bad day, hundreds of miles away from Aaron, and he goes to see her.

-x-

Hi friends <3

This is dedicated to all my pals on Twitter (I will never call it X haha) who asked very nicely for a fic along these lines haha and the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Plenty of soft Hotchniss - which I think is perfect for a Friday night.

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

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Emily sighs as she steps into her hotel room. Her shoulders slump as soon as she’s behind the closed door, the weight she’d been pretending wasn’t pressing on them all day forcing her forward towards the bed. She huffs as she sits on the edge of it, leaning forward and pressing her elbows onto her knees and her face into her hands. 

It had been a long day at the end of a long few weeks. Back-to-back cases, each more awful than the last, and interpersonal issues on the team had left her more wrung out than she had been in as long as she could remember. She’d spent much less time with her family than she wanted to, recently all too fleeting moments with her husband and children that just weren’t enough to counteract everything else. Seeing them, spending time with them and reminding herself of all the good there was in the world, the innocence she’d never failed to find in the laughter of one of her sons or the smile they’d all inherited from her husband an essential part in warding off her bad days. 

It was something that had started years ago when Aaron was simply her friend she’d been in love with for as long as she could remember. He’d shown up on her doorstep the morning after she’d told him she had a bad day, a conversation between the two of them on the jet that she never could have anticipated would turn into everything it had. It was a moment she could trace it all back to, the first glimpse of radical honesty between the two of them that had started to shift their relationship into what it now was. He knocked on her door so early she was still in her pjyamas, his eyes wide as she opened the door as if that was the first moment he’d considered she might have still been in bed when he got there. 

He’d asked if she wanted to go for breakfast, to have a conversation with someone who understood at least some of what she’d been through, an unusually vulnerable smile on his face as he looked down at her doormat as he said he knew what it was like to feel unsafe in his home. She’d said yes without really thinking about it, finally pulling the door open to let him into her apartment and she’d smiled shyly at him, hyper-aware of how short her sleep shorts were as she told him she needed to go change and that he could sit in the living room whilst he waited. 

When she walked out of her bedroom and found he’d cleaned her kitchen, dishes she’d ignored for days washed and dried and the surfaces wiped down. It was the first time she thought he might love her too. 

She blows out a breath as she pulls her phone out of her pocket, a genuine smile ghosting across her face at the picture she had set as her wallpaper. It was taken just a month ago at Jack’s 14th birthday party. He was standing in between Emily and Aaron, wide smiles on all of their faces. Issac was standing in front of Aaron, proudly displaying his gap-toothed grin, his first baby tooth having come out just the week before, and Elliot was sitting on Emily’s hip - the 4-year-old always keen to be as close to his mother as possible. She gives herself a second to stare at it, to run her finger over their faces, to try and absorb some of the good that radiated off of them through the screen, and then she unlocks it, searching for her husband’s contact so she can call him. 

He’d retired when Issac was born 6 years ago. 

They’d discussed it at length throughout her pregnancy, both of them aware that if they had made the choice to expand their family they had to make some changes, that it wasn’t fair to Jessica to continue to rely on her like they always had with Jack. They’d argued about who should leave the BAU more than once, each of them demanding it should be them. Eventually, Aaron had won out. He’d talked through her reasons for wanting to leave with her, helped her understand that her choosing to continue working wouldn’t make her turn into her mother. He knew without her having to say anything that was at the centre of her insistence to leave, that she wanted to break a cycle he knew she would never repeat, and he helped her through. 

The day he’d retired had been bittersweet. It was the end of something, the end of a career he’d given so much to, that he’d lost so much to, but the start of something new. A beginning found in an end that even just a few years previously was a step he wouldn’t have taken. He’d told her one night, his head on her bump, his cheek pressed against her skin as Issac shifted under it, that he didn’t want to waste his second chance to have a family. That he felt lucky he’d been given one and he wouldn’t screw it up for anything. 

It worked for them. She’d found it hard to go back to work after Issac, and she did again just a couple of years later when she had Elliot, but she adjusted. Got used to how her life looked now, how it all rested on the balance of the horrors she would see in her job, the difference she could make there, and the peace she found with her Hotchner boys. They were her port in the storm, the safety net she would always know was there, the home she’d never had until that early morning when Aaron knocked on the door of her old apartment. 

She closes her eyes as she holds the phone up to her ear, her teeth clenched tight as she tries to fight off the tears burning at the back of her eyes. He answers on the second ring, his phone always close by when she was away, and she feels the hole in her chest bloom with love for him the second she hears his voice. 

“Hi, sweetheart.”

She opens her eyes and tears spill down onto her cheeks. She immediately wipes them away, “Hi.” 

She can practically hear his frown, can picture the look on his face, and she knows she’s been caught out with one word. 

“What’s wrong?” 

She wants to lie. She wants to tell him everything is fine, that she’s just tired, but she can’t bring herself to. A long time ago, she would have, but she can’t bring herself to lie. She hadn’t been able to for years. Not to him, not when the desire to talk things through with him, to bask in his comfort, outweighed the deeply ingrained need she had to save face.

She chokes out a noise between a laugh and a sob and she shakes her head, “It’s just…it’s been a bad day.”

“I’m sorry, Em,” he replies, and she wants nothing more than to sink into his embrace, to settle into the impossible warmth that followed him like a shadow. A sanctuary just for her and their sons, a place of safety she knows she could never live without again. “Bad case?” 

She hums as she shifts up the bed, not bothering to take her shoes off as she sits on top of the bedding, her back now against the headboard.

“Terrible case,” she mutters, “The victims are all teenage boys, it all hits a little too close to home,” she says, purposely holding back the fact they were all sandy-haired and looked like their eldest, not wanting him to feel the way she was right now, “And the team are…” she laughs mirthlessly, “Let’s just say, I don’t know how you were the boss as long as you were.” 

She disliked the politics of it, how the decisions she made even as the Unit Cheif had ramifications. It’s why she’d turned down a recent offer to become the Section Chief. She didn’t need the money and she definitely didn’t need the expectations that came with it, the hassle that inevitably came with getting any further up the food chain than she already was. 

The team were tired, furious at the back-to-back cases as if she wanted to be here, as if she wouldn’t also rather be at home with her family. They’d barely slept and were all running on fumes so emotions were high and fuses were short. The slightest thing set each other off to make sniping comments over paperwork issues or disagreements about the profile they were building. 

“Well,” he replies, his drawling voice enough to let her know he was smiling, that he was about to try and cheer her up, “At least you don’t have to try to manage you. I had that to deal with on top of everything else.” 

She laughs, the sound escaping her before she can hold it back and she shakes her head even though he can’t hear her, “Hey,” she says, injecting purposeful indignation into her voice, “I always apologised in your favourite way.” 

“You’re right, you did,” he says as he clears his throat, “Can I help?” 

“Are the boys there?” She asks hopefully, wanting nothing more than to hear one of their voices, but Aaron sighs, letting her know without saying anything that she wouldn’t get a chance to speak to them tonight, “Oh, that’s okay.” 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he replies, “Zac and Eli are in bed. Jack is out with his friends with a strict curfew of about half an hour from now.”

“It’s not your fault,” she says, wiping fresh tears from her cheeks, “I think I’m just tired.”

“Try and get some sleep, Em. You’ll feel better for it.” 

She hums and rests her head back against the headboard, blowing out a shaky breath, “Yeah,” she chokes on a laugh, “I could really do with a hug right now.” 

He’s silent for a few seconds, and she briefly wonders if the call has dropped before he replies, “Well, the moment you get home I’ll hug you as much as you want to.”

A genuine smile spreads across her face and she presses her lips together to try and contain it, the expression at odds with how she was feeling, “Be careful what promises you make, honey. I’ll hold you to that.”

___

She can’t sleep. 

She spends hours tossing and turning in her hotel bed, her frustration increasing with every passing minute that sleep evades her. She sighs as she looks at the clock on the nightstand and sees it’s just past 3.30 am, she sits up, growling in irritation as she runs her fingers through her hair. She’s about to consider just going back to the precinct, keen to get this figured out as soon as possible so she can get home, when she hears a knock on the door. She frowns, frozen in bed for a moment, wondering if she’s imagined it, when she hears it again. She climbs out of bed, adjusting an old t-shirt of Aaron’s that she’d brought to wear as pjyamas so it falls back into place over her thighs, and she walks over to the door. 

She gasps as she looks through the peephole, her hands already undoing the locks on the door of their own volition, and she chokes out a laugh as she pulls it open and finds herself toe to toe with her husband. 

“Aaron…” she says, shaking her head, “What are you doing here?” 

He shrugs as if it’s nothing, as if he shouldn’t currently be hundreds of miles away in their home, and he smiles at her, “You said you needed a hug.” 

For a moment, it’s almost 8 years ago. She’s in her old apartment and he’s on her doorstep, the smile she would never have admitted to herself at the time made her stomach swoop painted across his face. His casual kindness fills the space between them as he offers his time up to her as if it weren’t one of the most precious things in the world. 

She briefly wonders if she’s dreaming. If she fell asleep at some point and imagined that he was here, but the second he steps towards her, the door to her room closing behind them, and pulls her into his arms she knows it’s real. No matter how used to his touch she was, how much it was an essential part of her life, she was never able to get it right in her dreams. Her love for him, and his love for her, better than anything her subconscious could come up with even after years of real-life experience. 

She sinks into his embrace, her face against his chest as he wraps his arms around her. She hooks her arms around his back, not caring that she’s slightly encumbered by the go-bag slung over his left shoulder, and she breathes him in. She settles into him, her eyes closed as he runs his hand up and down her back and kisses the top of his head. Her brain finally catches up with her and she pulls back to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed together. 

“Wait, what are you doing here?” She asks, “What about the boys?” 

He smiles and raises his eyebrow at her and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, “14, 6 and 4 seemed like a good age to leave them alone for the first time,” he quips, his smile only getting wider when she glares at him, “Garcia is currently sleeping in our spare room and I’m assuming the breakfast she’ll make for them tomorrow will have more sugar in it than we usually allow them in a week.”

She laughs weakly, “Pen came over?”

He nods as he lets her go briefly enough to re-lock the door to the room and then he guides her to the unmade bed, his bag joining hers on the floor, “I called her, told her I was worried, and before I could even ask she was already suggesting she came over to stay with the ‘Mini Hotchs.’”

She shakes her head, “This once I’ll let the nickname for the boys slide,” she shifts as closely to him as she can, “How did you even get here? We spoke 6 hours ago you couldn’t have possibly got a flight in that time.” 

“I drove,” he replies, hooking his arms around her shoulders, resting his cheek on top of her head, “The roads were quiet.”

She hums and reaches for his hand to press their palms together, forever obsessed with the difference in size, how it never failed to make her feel safe, “I guess it's lucky I was on the East Coast.” 

“I would have driven to the other side of the country if you needed me, sweetheart. There’s nowhere I wouldn’t go and nothing I wouldn’t do.” 

She looks up from their hands and is unsurprised to find sincerity splashed across his face, love for her almost seeping from his pores. She cups his cheek and drags him in for a kiss, sighing contentedly into it as his hand skips up her thigh and lands on her hip. She pulls away and rests her forehead against his.

“Thank you,” she says, the words feeling inadequate, “I…you didn’t have to-”

“Yes I did,” he replies, cutting her off as he pulls back to look at her properly, his palm on her cheek as he smiles softly at her, “You were having a bad day.” He makes it sound so simple that it makes her ache, tears gathering in her eyes again as she shakes her head at him, overwhelmed by the love he had for her, for their family, that sometimes still didn’t feel real. He wipes away her tears as they slip from her lashline, “Hey, you’re okay, Em,” he says, tucking her against his side as he pulls her so close she ends up in his lap, the material of his jeans scratching against her bare thighs, “I’ve got you.” 

She cries like she never would in front of anyone else, her face warm and sticky against his neck as she sinks into him and the comfort he always brought. She had spent most of her life without love like this and thinking she’d never get it. She never thought she would have someone who would love her enough to drop everything and drive to her just because she said she needed a hug. It overwhelms her and it makes her wonder what she’d ever done to deserve it, to deserve him. On better days, when the good outweighed the bad, when she could see the innocence in her sons’ eyes or sat with her husband on the porch swing he’d built for her just because she said she wanted one, she liked to think she’d earned this. That everything she’d ever been through, every terrible, awful, thing had led her right to this. 

“It’s so stupid that I’m crying,” she says, sniffing as she extracts her face from his neck, “It’s just a bad day.”

“It’s never just a bad day, sweetheart,” he says, wiping her cheeks, “And is it we always tell the boys?”

She smiles, her cheeks warm as he uses the comforting tone he always used when the boys were sad or hurt, “That their feelings aren’t stupid.” 

“Exactly,” he says, leaning forward and stamping a kiss against her lips, “So yours aren’t either,” he stands up and offers her a hand, pulling her up as she accepts it and she immediately leans against him, “You need some sleep, we both do,” he says, running his fingers through her hair, “Is it fair to assume you haven’t slept at all?”

She narrows her eyes as she pulls back from him, “You think you know me so well.” 

He smiles and kisses her, “I do. Very well,” he kisses her again and pulls back, “Get into bed, I’ll only be a couple of minutes.”

She nods and separates herself from him. It feels almost impossible, as if a magnetic pull is dragging her back towards him, but she does it, climbs back under the covers she’d found no rest in so far that evening. She watches as he gets changed, her eyes flicking over long-healed scars, the marks on his skin as familiar to him as her own, before they get covered with his pjyamas. He slips into bed next to her and she immediately curls up around him, her head on his chest and her leg thrown over his hip. She hums contentedly as he wraps his arms around her, one of his hands on her thigh and the other on her back, his palm warm through the material of her t-shirt. 

“Elliot made friends with the new kid at preschool today,” Aaron says, his lips against her forehead, his hand running soothing circles on her back, gently lulling her to sleep with his touch and his soft words about his son, a story from home that he knew she needed without needing to be told, “He told me all about it when he got home.”

She smiles, love for her youngest blooming in her chest, the flowers of it almost making it hard to breathe, and not for the first time, she wondered how she had made someone so perfect, “He did?” 

“He did,” he confirms, kissing her forehead before he carries on, “He said he showed her around and gave her part of his cookie.”

She sighs contentedly as she closes her eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep as he tells her about their son’s day at school, his voice and touch soft as he reminds her that even on the bad days she has good things in her life. 

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Peppermint Tea 15

Figured I would go ahead and get this part out since it was already halfway written. Just some super fluffy and domestic stuff since I've been in my feels lately.

Also. JJk fandom. The name is for you. It's pretty obvious.

btw. I'm running out of OPLA Gifs of Mihawk, so you might start seeing some anime gifs.

Warnings! kissing is all.

Song reader is singing! Here!

Masterlist

Time passes as time does. Weeks turn into months since the day Dracule stumbled upon your island. He visits when he can, usually staying three or four days at a time, every couple of weeks. During that time, you and Mihawk have grown closer, to the point that the two of you were in each other's thoughts at every waking moment. There was nothing in this world that would keep Dracule away from his Snow Angel. 

Today Dracule had a rather unusual gift, so his ship was packed with the things necessary to take care of it. Dracule dearly hoped that you would like this one. He surely did not. Or maybe it didn't like him. 

As the months passed by, Dracule gifted you many things, some for you and some for your home. The three chickens, one rooster, and two hens had arrived not long after Mihawk had figured out your true heritage. Your garden expanded another four plots to accommodate all of the new seeds and saplings the warlord brought you. He had even gone so far as to help you build a pen for the goat Dracule had brought along on one memorable trip. The poor man had not been happy and made you help him clean his ship. 

The best gift of all was being able to finally meet Perona after weeks of speaking over the phone. The pink girl had quickly become your closest female friend, and it felt incredible to have someone to speak to about the girlier things in your life. There were some subjects that Mihawk just didn't get. 

Thankfully, Mihawk arrives at your island before he decides to toss your gift overboard. He gathers his things and then flashes off the ship, making sure the ocean doesn't touch the wiggling body in his arms. Golden eyes glare up at him and he glares right back down, and the warlord swears this thing is worse than the goat. Dracule can hear music pouring out of the cottage when he gets close enough. 

And then there suddenly appears before me 

The only one my arms will ever hold

I heard somebody whisper “Please adore me” 

And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold

Mihawk huffs at the lyrics. His timing was far too good. The closer he gets, he begins to hear your voice as well, and Dracule would much rather hear you sing to him than some man who is long dead. He would stand and listen if his gift wasn't threatening to claw his eyes out. 

The warlord steps through the open door of the cottage, and his shoulder slumps as soon as he enters the humble abode. This place is his home away from home, and it never fails to bring him peace. 

Dracule finds you in the back storage room, a crate full of the older and unneeded stuff you had lying around. After not having anything but the couch for Perona to sleep over on, you had decided that it was about time to clean out the back room for her. Or anyone else that didn’t want to kill you first thing when they washed up on your island.

Blue moon

Now I’m no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own 

He leans in the doorway, watching you finish up dumping a broken oar into the crake. Mhawk knows that you see him when you jump and turn to look at him with narrowed eyes and a cute little sneer. 

“Bastard. You scared me,” you grumble and then you cross the floor to carefully slide his hat off, holding it to the side as your free hand slides into his hair and brings him down for a sweet kiss, “Welcome home, dear.”

Mihawk hums into the kiss, gently nipping your bottom lip, and then sliding his tongue inside your mouth when you open up for him. You taste like sweet chamomile, and it leaves a soft smile on his face when he pulls away to gaze down at you, “It is good to be back, Angel.” 

The two of you share several more sweet kisses before the wriggling bundle in his arms finally gets your attention. You pull away and look down to see a very angry feline staring up at you. You break immediately at the sight of its pitiful gold gaze and hand Mihawk his hat back so that you can scoop the kitten up.  

“Where did you find him?” You ask and have already abandoned Mihawk in favor of giving the orange tabby in your arms all of your attention. The kitten purrs happily when you scratch behind his ears. 

Dracule glares at the creature, and the kitten glares right back from where it is happily curled up against your breasts. Mihawk doesn’t know how much he likes this idea anymore. 

“I stopped for a resupply before I came here. There was a fishmonger that had chased it off, and I knew that you would give it a good home,” Mihawk explains. He sighs when you baby talk at the kitten, not giving half the attention he deserves for bringing the little demon to you, but your happiness was definitely worth it, “I have what you’ll need to care for it in my ship.” 

The grin you grant him is worth it too, and Dracule can’t help himself when he crosses the room to press you against the wall, lips connecting with yours in a kiss a little more fierce than the ones earlier. Mihawk has missed you, far more than usual for some reason. You moan into his mouth, eyes sliding shut when Dracule slides a hand around your jaw, angling you just how he likes.

A loud yowl interrupts the two of you, and Mihawk pulls away to sneer down at the kitten who proceeds to hiss at him. You laugh, seeing his jealousy clear as day, and over a cat of all things!

“I guess we should name him, huh?” You say and it’s your turn to be on the receiving end of that sneer. You scoff at him and lift the kitten, dangling him in front of Dracule, “You found him, so you get to name him.”

Dracule scoffs and turns on his heel, stripping off his coat to hang on the mantlepiece, quickly followed by his hat, “He is your cat, so you are the one naming the demon,” He dismisses and stalks to the kitchen, but you only pout and follow after him. 

“Nu-uh. That’s not how this works. You saved him, you name him.” You weren’t about to back down on this. The kitten mewls and you snuggle it back to your front, tucking the fuzz ball under your chin. 

Mihawk ignores you in favor of pouring himself a glass of wine and snacking on the green grapes you must have harvested earlier today. He feels you slide up beside him, and chances a glance down to see his darling staring up at him with wide, pleading eyes, “Ugh. Fine. Give me a moment to think.” 

You cheer at your victory and patiently wait for Dracule to decide on a name. He does you the courtesy of actually thinking of a name and smirks when he settles on a proper name for the hellspawn.

“Sukuna,” Mihawk decides and you repeat the name, getting a feel for it. You don’t know the story behind the name, but it must be an interesting one with the way Mihawk is smirking at the kitten. 

“I think that’s a good name,” You agree and scratch Sukuna’s little ears again, melting when the kitten only purrs louder and snuggles close. You giggle when you catch Mihawk glaring at the kitten again, “Let’s find Hank. I think he’ll like his new friend.” 

Hank turned out to not like his new housemate very much. Sukuna had taken one look at the big hound and had puffed up, long fur bristling so much that he resembled nothing but a cotton ball. Hank had run from the tiny ball of anger straight to Mihawk, cowering behind the man, and whining whenever Sukuna got too close. 

“Nothing but a coward,” Dracule says, but he is already kneeling to give into Hank’s puppy dog eyes and give him some pets. Sukuna stalks from one end of the room to the other, fluffy tail straight up in the air as he surveys his new home. 

Mihawk straightens up when he sees you approaching. You settle in his lap, hands cradling his handsome face as you lean in to press your lips to his brow. Mihawk grasps you by the hips, tugging you flush against his front and holding you close. He noses along your jaw, “Are you happy with your gift, sweet thing?” He rumbles quietly. 

You nod, “Very happy, Mihawk,” you assure him and settle more fully in his lap, letting the man under you take your weight. He massages your hips, causing a soft sigh to slip from between your lips, “I missed you.”

“Did you, Darling?” Mihawk breathes and pulls you down to press his lips to yours for half a second, “What all did you do while I was gone? I see that you already started to clean up, even though I told you to wait for me.” 

You shrug helplessly, “I couldn’t help it. I was really bored, and we already decided what needed to be thrown out, so,” You trail off and lean forward to snuggle against his chest, “You can help in the garden later?” 

Mihawk huffs and presses a kiss to your hair. He watches as Sukuna chases after Hank’s tail, lips twisting in satisfaction to see the two animals getting along better. His arms tighten around you, and you have relaxed completely in his grasp. 

“Whatever you wish, dear one.” Dracule agrees and says nothing when he feels you grin against his neck.    

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☆ Lipstick Stars ☆

Awsten Knight x GN!Reader (no pronouns other than “you” used) || fluff || tw: none (if there is, pls let me know!)

Summary: You’re sick of seeing Awsten use lipstick to draw his stars, so you take matters into your own hands.

*Note: hii lovelies!! thanks for wanting to read this!! this was born out of a dream i had.. it’s not very long, i know. but i finally finished something for the first time in months! pls be kind, i am sensitive. but constructive criticism is always welcome!! it is how we grow to be better after all!! 💘💋

word count: 659.

Awsten had a tendency for doing things the ‘wrong way’. Majority of the time it was harmless. It just really annoys people, is the thing. And when people try to tell him the right way to do it, he will double down. He really likes being petty and annoying.

“Please, Awsten, just let me do this?” You beg. “You cannot keep using lipstick. By the end of this, you’ll have permanent red stains on your face!”

“I’ll be fine,” Awsten says, reaching for the red lipstick tube on the vanity. “I scrub it off really well when the show’s over.”

You let out a huff. “You use soap and water. You’re using liquid red lipstick that dries matt, and you use soap and water to wash it off when the show’s over! There’s always stains left on your face. It takes me forever to get you to use a makeup wipe!”

The unnatural redhead just grins at you through the mirror.

“Awsten, just let me use the right stuff!” You beg, using puppy eyes. He always breaks for your puppy eyes. “I promise it’ll be so much easier to clean off your face.”

Awsten looks at you and starts slowly unscrewing the lipstick tube, a shit-eating grin taking over his face as he does so.

Damn, puppy eyes let you down today.

You narrow your eyes at him before letting out a huff.

Awsten’s grin turns smug as he thinks he’s won The Great Lipstick Star Battle. But he should know by now your need to do certain things right. Especially makeup.

He turns around to look into the mirror, bringing the stick up to his face. A mistake on his part.

You tackle him to the floor while he’s distracted. He lets out a shriek.

You snatch the lipstick out of his hand and toss it behind you.

“What the fuck?!” Awsten shrieks as he looks up at you with wide eyes.

You let out a giggle. “You should’ve known better than to think you won this battle.”

“Get off me,” he says, turning to lay on his back, you now sitting on his stomach. There’s no real heat behind his words, so you just smile down at him.

“No,” you sing-song as you uncap the liquid face paint you’ve been holding this entire time.

You grab ahold of his face and bring the stick down to above his left eyebrow.

He lets out an amused huff, closing his eyes, relaxing his body. He surrendered. You’ve won The Great Lipstick Star Battle of 2022.

You’re careful as you draw his stars. You know how big they’re supposed to be. You know the importance of them. You wouldn’t fuck them up.

Besides, Awsten wouldn’t have surrendered as quickly and as easily as he did if he didn’t trust you with his stars.

When you’re done, you kiss his nose and cap up the face paint. “All done.”

A smile falls on Awsten’s lips, causing you to smile as well. You move to get off of him, but he grabs ahold of your hips.

“Wait,” he says, staring up at you. “Take a picture?”

You nod and grab your phone from off the coffee table. “Smile!”

He does as told. You take a plethora of pictures, selfies included. The both of you giggling whenever he makes a stupid face.

Your photoshoot is interrupted by Lucas coming to tell Awsten he needs to be on stage in two minutes. He barely spares your antics a glance before he leaves the room.

You get up off of Awsten, helping pull him up when he raises his hands up.

“Thank you for drawing my stars for me.”

“You’re welcome. Thanks for letting me do them,” you say with a smile. You kiss his nose one more time. “Now go perform a stellar show.”

He gives you one more smile and a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door and onto stage.

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DadsBestFriend!Foxy Coltrane x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smexcerpt

Plot: You got him. You got yourself an old man who's hopelessly smitten with you. And you're pretty crazy about having him, too.

Warnings: Smut. Dads best friend. Younger woman (21-25)/older man (50's).

Tagging: @slxsherwriter .

"I'm completely fucken obsessed with you, sweetheart." Foxy tells you, tucking your hair behind your ear almost romantically after you sink down on his cock; a sleazy romantic smile on his rugged features.

"Yeah," You huff, your cunt that's been aching and slick for him since you left your parents house for here stretching and fluttering around his size. "I know."

He gives a slow chuckle, the grin on his mouth turning lazy. "Cocky little bitch, huh?"

"I mean- " Slowly you start to move your hips, taking his cock leisurely in and out of your tight hole. You try not to sigh from the pleasure, so as not to build up his ego unecessarily huge. But no one's ever fit so perfectly in you before you managed to get yourself in your dads friends bed- even if that bed was a single in a tiny dirty apartment in the shady part of town. "Why wouldn't you be obsessed with me? I'm young," grind. "I'm tight," roll. "And I'm hot. You're a lucky old man." You wink, grinning.

"C'mere," Foxy's voice is just a smooth, southern groan as he guides your lips down to his; lifting his head up off his old musky pillow slightly and stretching out his stubbly neck in order to kiss you deep and slow. His tongue slips past your lips and feels along yours with the skill of an experienced kisser and you groan, parting your lips wider for him and grinding your hips deeper against his.

"Ah~ " You finally sigh, making your hips move faster, take him rougher against your sensitive needy clit as he just lays there and enjoys it. Lazy old fuck.

"Come on, dollface, you can do it. Fuck yourself out on my old cock. Cum once, all on your own. Then I'll take you down memory lane, huh?... " Your eyes fall closed listening to his drawl. "Remember a couple nights ago??... the first time you slid onto my cock, babygirl?... "

Hell yes, you do. You can picture it in your head. He had been helping your dad out all day with his guns, showing him how to properly clean them and having a beer or two (or 6) over the course of the day, and eventually your dad left to get you all some dinner (chinese food, for Foxy's preference). You mayyy have changed your outfit, perfectly prepared to say the short shorts and oversized graphic t were your pyjamas, but of course Foxy didn't call you out at all. He was all-too-happy to just enjoy the view.

Then, with just a little bit of harmless flirting, you got him to come up to your room and fuck one into you just before your dad came back with dinner.

... he called you a sneaky little slut at the time, chuckling and shaking his head at you as he buckled up his belt again leaving you in your bed. And he hadn't been wrong. The little snark had you rubbing yourself later on into another orgasm, mouth open and arching off of the bed into your own fingers, in that same bed he took you in.

It was so hot being with him in your bedroom. He'd been on top of you in your little purple childhood bed, his jeans pulled down to his knees, his mouth burning hot against yours and his tongue down your throat as he pounded your cunt. You can remember the squeaking of the bed, the way your cunt sucked him in desperately after all those months of seeing him so domestically and wanting him, the feel of his chest under your little hands-

Now you can feel your orgasm approaching painfully fast, feeling so good. His fat cock ruined you and you knew you would never get enough. A boy your age would never be enough again.

"Fox-... Fox-... Fox-... " You chant, rolling your hips up and down against his pelvis. When a spasm of pleasure rushes through you, you're forced to bow your head and keep going. More- "please please please- "

"You can do it... " Foxy puts his hands on your hips, finally, but still doesn't offer any help. Just watches your cunt sucking him in, soaking him, and your body's mashing together; looking vulgar and impossibly hot. "You're a big girl, Y/N, a big grown-up-girl. Right?"

"Wo- woman." You amend, struggling to keep it together as the pleasure hits an all-time-high.

With a teasing leer on his face, scratchy beard pulled across his face, Foxy gives a sarcastic nod. "Right... "

Finally your orgasm hits you and you come apart on his cock; lips falling open and a sigh slipping out you.

You get one moment of reprieve, glowing in the aftershock, before Foxy's grin turns wicked and he suddenly sits up, gathers your wrists in one hand and flips you over onto your back; getting on top. You give a squeak of surprose, then fall into a mess of giggles; teasing him. "Slow down there, tiger... " Then Foxy thrusts his cock right back into you as deep as he can, and a choked moan disrupts your silly, pretty laughter.

With a roguish smirk, Foxy carefully and slowly rubs his pelvis against yours. It's such a dirty feeling you have to turn your head away and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. That gives him a chance to nuzzle his nose deep into the crook of your neck and take a deep whiff. He gives a sigh. "Damn, baby...

Do you know what you do to me?"

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The Apocalypse: Intro...

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⚠️blood, mentions of su!c!de, jump scare? Cussing, mini panic attack(s)? (I think that's all, tell me if there is more.)

📄Please note that this is my first time writing anything zombie, horror, thriller, or apocalypse related.

👤I think the intro is pretty good. If you like it, please repost or like it. I kinda got writers block in the middle...sry

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Des:Living in my small apartment when the apocalypse started is not ideal, now I'm running low on food and water a necessary need for a living human... I have to leave...

words:1.2k

Y/n's POV

Chirp chirp chirp...

I woke up to the sound of birds, it almost felt normal until I actually opened my eyes, old newspapers and tape blocking the window, my room a complete mess. I stood up and stretched before walking to the mirror that had a crack on the top left. And as expected I don't look very presentable; my hair was tied in a ponytail with loose hairs here and there. I was wearing my favorite grey sweatpants and my black hoodie. I just decided to re do my ponytail before walking out to the shared kitchen and living room, this place was so clean. So clean to the point where if you even swiped your finger on the top of any surface, there would be no dust. But now my once clean-living space is now a mess, a show of neglect of how my life has been since the apocalypse started.

I strolled into the kitchen and opened up the upper cabinet to the left of my fridge: 1 packet of ramen, 1 cookie that was in a zip lock baggie, and 1 can of tomato soup...

I decided for my breakfast a tasty bowl of ramen, surprisingly after 2 months the gas wasn't turned off, but it's only a matter of time until... Click, click, click...

"Fire?" I turned the knob on the gas stove again, click, click, click...

"What the fuck-!" I covered my mouth. Stupid, stupid! Did I really forget that there are hungry zombies probably just chilling, waiting right now outside of my door?

I walked to the door and looked into the peep hole, I only saw the apartment a crossed from mines, the door closed with blood on the door, floors, and by the wall. I silently walked away, when a bang and a growling was heard, I jumped back falling on my butt, I let out a squeal and the banging continued, I started to sob silent, the door shaking from the impact of the zombie on the other side, I hurried and stood up wiping my tear and rushing to the door leaning all my weight on it...

6 minutes later...

The banging finally stopped, only low groaning and growls were heard, I slid to the floor shaking, I pulled my legs up to my face and hid them.

I wasn't made for this...

My stomach started to hurt before a weird grr noise, I stood up and rubbed my stomach with a frown.

I continue what I was doing before the situations just 6 minuets ago, I walked to the small coffee table and squatted down, pulling on one of the drawers when I found a box of matches. There was only 10 left, I took one of the red tipped matches out of the box and walked to the stove to light it.

I got one of the bottled waters from the closet and carefully poured the water into the small pot to let it boil.

I turned around and walked to the big window plastered with newspapers and tape, I peeled back on of the newspapers and peered through. I live on the 4th floor of this apartment unit. I peered down at the parking lot below, just two months ago these cars were all clean, parked perfectly. But now some cars had broken windows, blood smeared on some parts of the cars, or car doors open slightly. As zombies roaming around aimlessly, I noticed one of the zombies. An old man, he lived next to me, Mr. Kim.

I remember the first week here in Korea Mr. Kim and his wife made me so much food to the point my fridge was overflowing. I had to practically beg them to stop sending food, that my poor fridge couldn't hold all the food they were sending at one time. When they stopped sending food they started talking to me about their grandson Kim Seung Min and how he's single...I never met him myself, but they showed me pictures of him, I was flattered that they think I wanted to marry someone, flattered that they think I'm worth of marrying their grandson. I smiled remembering the happy times. Before this outbreak, disease, Z-B232, whatever you want to call it spread. Mr. Kim's screams and pleas of help still stuck in my head, playing on loop like a broken record, I covered my mouth and started crying. I could've done something...I should've done something, yet...I didn't I was curled up in a ball on my bed crying, praying that this would all stop, that this was all just a nightmare...

sss...

I turned around and the water was boiling over.

"Crap!" I whispered yelled, rushing through the living room to get to the kitchen stove and turned the nob to off.

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After cooking and eating the ramen, I stood up and took the dirty pot into the sink, tried to at least the sink is somewhat overflowing with dirty dishes, I let out a sigh.

"Why did the water have to stop working..."

I dragged my feet to the closet and peered down at where the water was supposed to be, but it wasn't there...

Oh no, did I use the last water...on RAMEN!?

I stood there looking down at the empty spot where the waters were supposed to be...

"No, no, no..." I stumbled back covering my face. "No..."

"I can't survive without water...I'll end up dying. How long is it...3 days without water, 21 days without food?"

Why live if we're all going to die someday, and I'm going to die in my dirty apartment, by thirst and starvation...

My eyes started to fill with tears, "Stop, stop crying!" I covered my face, wiping my tears.

I cranked my head and looked up at the ceiling fan, in the middle of the living room.

"Should I..." I mumbled out, turning my head back to the closet, a red rope. "It's the last resort...right?"

I reached put out a hand to reach the red rope and stopped.

"No... I'm not going to end myself like this..." I stood up.

"Don't get all depressed on me now Y/n, I need you for this journey..." I spoke. to myself.

I'm going to live through this outbreak... But my first priority on the list... Supplies...

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"Okay, this is it."

Flashlight, batteries, first aid, pocketknife, rope, black sharpie, can of soup, and the cookie.

I walked to my bedroom, going through everything, I looked through my closet, knowing something has to be in here, like the baseball bat my dad gave me for my 10th birthday, or the golf putt one of my co-workers gave me.

And I found the golf putt, score for Y/n!

I grabbed one of my blankets and folded it.

I zipped up the thick jacket I was wearing and changed my grey sweatpants to jeans. I put on my shoes and put both straps of the backpack over my shoulder before walking to the door, I looked out the peep hole, to make sure I'm clear, my golf putt in hand.

I opened the door a little and peered out, looking left and right. I walked fully out of my apartment, a scared and thrilling chill went down my spine, I'm now not protected by the steel locked door or my walls anymore...

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"Guy's me and Jeongin are going out, listen to Minho while I'm gone..."-Chris.

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I was so scared to post this...

Please don't be bad 🙏🏽😭

Have a good day/afternoon/night! -Chibi

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🔱 On the Beach Chapter One

On The Beach: Orm has spent the last year staying with you, Arthur’s best friend. Part of his sentence is to learn about surface dweller culture from a surface dweller, and try to understand that not everyone above the waves is bad. With the year up, and Orm comfortable with a lifestyle that consisted of just you and him, how will he feel when his half brother shows up, and jealousy rears its ugly head? To put it simply, not very well.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Content.

To Note: Orm Marius x NAMED!FEMReader, dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Word Count: ~6.3k

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"Are you going to behave tonight or do I need to get out the squirt bottle from storage?" You asked while neatening up the collar of Orm’s button-up. Orm’s blond eyebrow lifted as you finished smoothing out his collar and looked up into his eyes.

"I thought you got rid of that incessant thing months ago?" He questioned you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Snorting through your nose, you patted your hands against his chest, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles.

"I put it on standby in the event you decided to be naughty." Your answer had him smiling down at you with a gleam in his eyes.

"I do believe I haven’t warranted getting sprayed by your little squirt bottle recently. Why do you feel the need to remind me of its menial existence?"

"Because I like it when we talk about ocean stuff and you aren’t giving me your royal attitude." You responded before poking him in the chest with your pointer fingers. "But seriously, this is for your mother. At least try to be civil with Arthur. You’ve been up here for a year. I’d hate for them to think that you haven’t been trying when I know you have."

Orm had spent the last year staying with you and learning about surface dwellers properly. It was his sentence for trying to start a war with the surface. At first, he was rude, arrogant, and quarrelsome. You didn’t hold conversations; you held arguments. That’s when you had bought a squirt bottle, and reconditioning started.

A few months went by with you spraying him with water every time he was rude, did something you disapproved of, or you were just fed up with him. He caught on fast, but stubbornness had him getting sprayed for several more months until he finally was nicer to you.

Eventually, the squirt bottle went away to storage and the two of you formed an odd friendship… and that’s when you started forming feelings you shouldn’t. But you never said anything. You were content to be a close friend and someone Orm actually trusted to be around.

Trust, that was the most important thing between you at the moment. You trusted him; he trusted you.

So now after the full twelve months had passed, a small gathering was going to be held at your cottage, mostly for Atlanna to hopefully see that her two sons could get along and be in the same room for more than five minutes without trying to kill each other or picking a fight.

Now you were getting ready for the Atlanteans, along with Tom, to show up. You had stuffed Orm into a button-up and shorts, trying to get him to look at least somewhat cleaned up. Well, he looked incredibly handsome in his outfit, and your heart was sighing out in lovelorn.

Orm gently took your hands, gazing down at your face.

“I promise to behave myself, but I cannot speak for my brother.” Rolling your eyes, you curled your fingers around his larger ones and gave him a reassuring smile.

“You leave Arthur to me. He knows not to start anything in my house. I may be tiny, but I know just where to kick him if he misbehaves, and if I have to, I’ll squirt him with my squirt bottle.” That put a smile on Orm’s face. “Can you please go down and make sure I have enough blankets in the closet while I get changed? It’s supposed to get cold again tonight.”

“Only because I favor you,” Orm told you as you slipped your fingers from his and he started heading for the stairs.

“Thank you, you’re my favorite Atlantean!” You called after him as his enormous figure disappeared from view. Humming to yourself, you turned on your heel and headed for your room. You had to get cleaned up yourself. You highly doubted that meeting Atlanna wearing an oversized, stained lounge shirt and comfy shorts would be appropriate. She was a queen, after all.

Changing into nicer clothes, you pulled on white shorts and a green tank top; it was still warm out during the day and you didn’t want to overheat yourself. But just as a precaution, you grabbed one of your big button-ups to wear over your tank top. If you got cold, at least you had something.

Walking for the stairs, you quickly braided your hair back to keep it out of the way, tying it off with a hair band. Just as your bare feet hit the main floor, Orm appeared.

“There is enough in the hall closet,” Orm announced. “And you know us Atlanteans don’t get as cold as you surface dwellers.”

“More for me and Tom then,” you replied as you slipped past him, heading for the back sliding glass door. “And it means I get to snuggle, so that’s a bonus.”

You had actually got Orm to let you snuggle up against his side a few times when you watched movies. He never actually said anything about it or made notion of acknowledgement, but man alive was he a comfortable pillow. Yet another thing you would never, ever, say to Orm’s face, or anyone’s, for that matter.

You just hoped you hadn’t drooled on him when you ultimately fell asleep.

Unlocking the sliding glass doors, your eyes brightened up at seeing several figures rising from the surf and making their way up the path to your cottage.

“They’re here!” You called over your shoulder before opening the door and pulling it aside. Leaving the door open, you darted barefoot down the path and took off running. “ARTY!”

Arthur laughed and opened his arms seconds before you were jumping up and launching yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his body like a koala bear on a tree.

“You know you could have visited!” You scolded Arthur as Mera snickered and Vulko looked on in amusement. “You know, stop by and say hi? It’s not that hard to do, you overgrown sea monkey!”

“Overgrown sea monkey?” Arthur repeated with a small laugh. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously!” You responded before dropping to your feet. “But really, you could have visited.”

“He cause you any trouble?” Arthur asked, his eyebrow raising. You shook your head as you started heading up to the cottage.

“No, I conditioned him.” You announced proudly. Vulko and Mera looked positively confused, and Arthur snorted in laughter.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked as you reached the patio. You gave him a sly smile, not planning on revealing anything.

“Oh, you know, he figured out a few things about the surface world,” you replied vaguely, twisting your hands behind your back. “But enough about that. When are Tom and Atlanna coming? I need to know when to order the pizzas…”

Pizza boxes were scattered around the kitchen, the haunting smell of gooey cheese and pepperoni filling your nose, along with the anchovy variation you had discovered Atlanteans loved. Tom and Atlanna had arrived only a few minutes after Arthur, Mera, and Vulko, and after chowing down on pizza, Atlanna was grilling Orm on his year-long stay with you. It thrilled you that he looked like he was enjoying telling his mother about his year with you.

Mera and Vulko had gotten into a debate of feasible pizza toppings, leaving you to goof off with Arthur. You were currently seeing how many coasters you could balance on top of his head before the tower fell. Your current number was 11.

“Would you stop fidgeting,” you huffed at him as you carefully slipped on coaster number twelve. “You’re going to make my work fall.”

“Have you tried staying still for this?” Arthur griped in return. “I have a crick in my neck!”

“Stop being such a baby!” Tom, who had been watching you, let out a snort of laughter and shook his head. Picking up coaster number thirteen, you slowly stacked it, your fingers releasing the cardboard ever so slightly as the tower wobbled slightly.

“What are you doing?” Mera asked, her bright eyes staring at the stack of coasters on Arthur’s head.

“Trying to see how many I can stack before they fall,” you answered with a cheeky grin. Arthur rolled his eyes.

“These two have some crazy stories of what they used to get into,” Tom spoke up as Atlanna scooched over on the bench seat and snuggled up next to him, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “I’ve never seen two people with such a close bond of friendship.”

“Best friends forever, Eve,” Arthur crowed with a big grin, holding up his hand. Not breaking your concentration with coaster number fifteen, you clapped your palm against his with a grin of your own.

“Yes, yes, now stay still, I mean it, I want to break my record,” you commanded as the fifteenth coaster made it onto the tower.

“How long have you two known each other?” Atlanna asked, her head tilting to the side as she smiled.

“Since second grade, he punched my bully in the nose,” you said as Arthur laughed.

“Oh yeah, I did, little brat wouldn’t stop yanking on Eva’s braids, so I took it upon myself to be her knight in shining armor,” he chuckled, as if reliving the thought. “I got suspended for that, but Eva and I have been best friends since then.”

“I’ll say, you two were practically inseparable,” Tom commented, a smile on his own lips. “And it seems you still are from the way Eva gave you that lecture about not visiting.”

“What can I say,” Arthur said while you carefully lowered coaster number sixteen onto the precarious tower. “Eva and I understand each other.”

Rolling your eyes, you were about to place coaster seventeen on the wobbling stack when Orm rose to his feet, his chair scraping on the floor as he did so, and quickly strode from the kitchen. The stack on Arthur’s head fell as Arthur turned his head in the direction Orm had disappeared.

“What’s got his trident in a twist?” Arthur grumbled, preparing to get to his feet. You put your hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“Let me handle this,” you said quietly, getting to your feet.

“You sure?” Arthur asked, his eyebrow rising once more.

“I’ve spent a year with him, Arthur. I think I know him far better than you at this point,” you told him before stepping around the table and following Orm. Exiting the cottage, you spotted Orm walking down the beach, heading around the curve to the part that was hidden from view. “What is going through your head right now, Orm…”

Jogging to catch up with his long stride, you only made it to him when your cottage had disappeared from view and nothing but beach, rocks, and ocean could be seen.

“Orm!” you called, your feet digging into the sand as you trotted up to him. Orm turned around in surprise, his eyes mirroring his body language.

“What are you doing here?” He asked crisply, his lip curling in distaste. “Shouldn’t you be with Arthur? Your best friend?”

You blinked up at him, surprised at his sudden hostility. You thought you had conditioned all of that out of him… apparently not.

“He might be my best friend, but that doesn’t mean I can’t talk to my other friends, or to you.” You answered evenly. “And as a concerned friend, I want to know what is currently running through your mind.”

“Leave, I have nothing more to say to you.”

Oh, hell no.

“I know you did not just use that tone with me, Orm Marius,” you growled at him, your eyes narrowing. He huffed at you.

“And what if I did?” He shot back sharply, towering over your smaller frame. “What? Are you going to squirt me with that little toy of yours? Go back to Arthur, Eva, he clearly intends to take everything I have, and that includes you.”

His last words were spat out with venom. But you could pick up on the hurt behind those caustic words, and that had your eyes going wide as you froze. He thought Arthur was going to take you away from him? That everything you had struggled to build and then worked towards with him would be reduced to ash in a single moment?

While you were standing frozen on the beach, dumbstruck at the implication of his words, Orm turned back around and started stalking away. Blinking yourself out of your trance, you lurched forwards, your hand shooting out to grab his shirt.

“Orm wait!” You called out only for your foot to catch on a chunk of driftwood you had failed to notice. Letting out a startled shriek as your clumsiness struck again, your fingers released Orm’s shirt while you flailed your arms. You were going down, hard. Orm was whipping around, his arms going around your body to stop your downward movement, but at that point, it was already too late.

Your flailing limbs struck an unprepared Orm, and you both went down. Back hitting rough sand and your legs tangling with Orm’s, you let out a shuddering breath as you realized he had prevented you from face planting. Despite your less than graceful fall, Orm had slipped a hand behind your head to protect it from smacking the sand, and then had used his other arm to prevent himself from completely falling on top of you.

Cheeks flushed from arguing and the embarrassment of wiping out while taking Orm down with you, you stared up at Orm’s face, which no longer held anger but concern. Your heart thundered in your chest from his proximity and from the rush of adrenaline from falling.

When it became apparent that you were unharmed, Orm let out a small breath of relief, but still continued to hover over your body, keeping you pinned to the sand.

“Orm,” you started, his name soft and warm on your lips. What could you say to reassure him that Arthur wouldn’t take you away from him? You had to say something. “Orm, I’m not going anywhere, you still have me.”

Burning intensity and lust filled his dark blue eyes, and in return, a shiver went up your spine from heat and electricity that suddenly ran rampant in your veins. Your words had made an impact, but you weren’t sure how.

Staring up into those eyes you had seen every day for a year, you hadn’t noticed until now just how much Orm hid behind his icy blue irises. You would have kept staring, mesmerized by the color, but Orm clearly had other ideas running through his mind. Moments later, he was pulling your head up and his lips were roughly smashing against yours, possessively moving against your lips with hunger and fervor. You let out a small noise of surprise that was quickly swallowed by his hungry mouth.

Your mind went blank for a few seconds, needing time to catch up to the moment, and when it did, your hands, which had been resting on the sand quickly reached up and sunk into his hair, pulling his mouth infinitely closer to yours. His mouth commanded yours, running across your lips with dominance, nipping and tugging at them until soft moans had your lips parting.

Orm didn’t waste one second. He deepened the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip slightly before thrusting his tongue inwards and tangling with yours. Arching your back and pressing yourself further against his chest, you found yourself on a new high you had never felt before. Threading your fingers further into his hair, you tugged on the strands and hungrily nip back, wanting so much more.

The raging energy between you was like a game of tug of war. Every time you thought you had the upper hand, Orm refused to concede, smothering any ounce of control you tried to enforce. He was insatiable, dominant, and everything you wanted. Nothing like the gentle giant you had been living with for the past year.

Well, you couldn’t exactly label him as a gentle giant. He was probably the deadliest man you knew and could wield a knife in the kitchen better than you could. But that was not the point. Your point was that despite all of his hostility and resistance to surface living, he hadn’t ever threatened you.

Orm continued his onslaught with his mouth. His hand left the back of your head, running down your back until his fingers reached your shorts. Letting out a growl of discontent from the large button-up you were wearing over your tank, Orm fisted the material before yanking it up, jerking your body a little.

Gasping against Orm’s lips as your tank rode up and your lower back hit sand, you couldn’t help but drag your nails down his scalp and neck, the feeling of his large warm hand pressing against your back euphoric. But it did not satisfy Orm to only have your lower back exposed to his hand. Abandoning his hovering position, Orm tore his mouth from yours as he reached for your denim-clad waist.

While his fingers viciously tore at the buttons holding the shorts together, your own fingers slid down his shoulders to his chest and grasped the material of his shirt. Breathing heavily, you wiggled and lifted your hips to make the process of him dragging your shorts and underwear down easier, faster, quicker. You wanted them off now; you needed to feel him against your skin, in your body.

Electric blue eyes bore into yours, nearly glowing in the twilight sunset on the horizon. One more trembling breath and he was moving again.

Orm’s mouth came back down, landing on your bared neck and pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses that ranged from simple teases to full-on bites. Exhaling a small whine as his mouth skipped the section of your chest that your tank top bunched at, you felt Orm pull your shorts and underwear off your legs, tossing them to the side with little thought.

Now you were getting somewhere.

Expecting Orm to make his way back up to your mouth so you could kiss those incredibly sinful lips once more, your jaw nearly dropped open when his hands latched onto your thighs and he yanked them up. While your calves were awkwardly tossed over strong shoulders, your wide eyes watched in enthrallment while Orm ran his lips along your inner leg, starting at your knee.

Every inch that lips covered was soon tingling and begging for more. Even Orm’s shaved jaw gliding over your skin felt euphoric and twisted your thoughts to one burning word. More.

“Orm, stop torturing me.” Your whimper was met with curved lips and a Cheshire smile.

“You and I have very different ideas on what torture is, Eva,” Orm murmured against your skin before taking a sharp little bite out of your skin. You sucked in a breath from the little bite of teeth. “I am appreciating the beautiful creature before me.”

Your cheeks burned as if you weren’t already bare-ass naked from the waist down beneath him.

“And I am still hungry.” Those words caused your brain to short circuit for a few moments, and that was all the time his mouth needed to reach your pelvis. Your eyes nearly rolled back the moment his tongue lashed a line right up your center to your clit.

Biting down on the cry of pleasure that came crawling up from your throat, your left hand latched onto his blond hair while your right slammed to the coarse sand next to your bodies, your nails sinking into the soft yet grainy material. Within a minute, he had you squirming underneath his bold and possessive lapping. You curled your fingernails into his hair and pushed his head further down.

It was absolute torture for you and Orm seemed to feast like the King he had been, noises of approvals echoing your choked gasps and soft cries. Every lick, kiss, and suck stole the very breath from your lungs and made your back arch off the sand. Your body writhed against his iron hold, torn between wanting relief and wanting more.

You had guiltily imagined this at least a thousand times while lying in bed at night. You wondered what it would be like to be lavished by him, by a king, and nothing quite prepared you for just how intense Orm would be. Sand dug into your back and hands tightened around thighs as your thrashing increased. It was practically carnal the way Orm worked your body to the point of writhing uncontrollably beneath his touch.

Your heels were digging into his back, and your knees were shaking against his shoulders now. A strangled sound then caught in the back of your throat when his tongue delved deeper, your twitching hand half buried in the sand curled, your nails making claws. No other man had brought you to the brink this quickly or this skillfully. It was nearly embarrassing.

“Oh God,” you breathed out, your entire body trembling as the fire in your belly raged uncontrollably. “Jesus Orm, you’re seriously going to make me—“

A particularly well-placed, and timed, flick of his tongue had you cutting your words off and crying out once more. At this rate, this man was going to pull an orgasm out of you like no other had before, but just when you thought he was going to push your body past that point, he pulled back. Legs flopping to the sand like limp noodles, your brain finally caught up.

Your mouth gaped open as you sucked in oxygen, reeling at what just happened while your heart raced. Hand falling from his hair and onto your bare stomach as you panted, the sound of him unbuckling his belt and pulling down his own shorts and underwear hit your ears. You were still staring at the darkened sky, dumbstruck and dazed by the edging he gave you, when one of his arms snaked around your back and pulled your upper body up so you were face to face.

Your face was beyond flushed from pleasure alone, and still trying to catch your breath from his teasing, you stared wide-eyed into his blue stormy eyes, your arms scrambling to latch onto his shoulders, your fingers clutching at his shirt.

“You are mine, Eva, all mine,” He darkly stated, his eyes telling you he meant every word, and in seconds his mouth was back on yours while his hips thrust forward, every inch of his already hardened cock sinking into your ready and waiting body.

Your back arched, and you groaned into his mouth at the feeling, and for a moment all your mind could think about was how full you felt, and how incredibly heavenly and toe-curling Orm made you feel. It was serendipitous. But it didn’t stay that way. The fullness disappeared before reappearing seconds later, Orm’s hips thrusting against yours.

Your hands slipped underneath his arms and clutched at his shoulder blades as his thrusts quickly fell into a rhythm that matched his words. Passionate, possessive, and above all else, ravenous. Not once did he falter, or break from the tongue-tying kiss he had you wrapped up in, and as the fiery burn quickly returned in your body, your nails clawed at his cloth-covered back, desperate to sink into flesh.

Letting out a guttural whine, your head dropped back when Orm pressed more open-mouthed kisses against your jaw and neck, giving every inch of your skin his full attention. With your pelvises crashing together with every powerfully thrust, your heels wrapped around his waist and dug into his ass.

Abandoning his quest to kiss every inch of your exposed skin, Orm’s mouth trailed up to brush against your ear, his teeth grazing against the outer edge.

“Orm,” you panted out, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. Another growl of satisfaction left his lips before he was pressing you back down on the sand. This gave him an all-new angle to thrust into your body, increasing both his pace and the pleasure he created.

Tongue-tied and on cloud nine, you pressed your head back into the sand, many whimpers and moans intermittent with your heavy breathing. Each calculated thrust drove you higher and higher until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Letting out a cry, your body twitched beneath him as you came. Your eyesight blurred and energy crackled in your veins. You slowly came down from your high, Orm cupped the side of your face, his eyes burning into yours.

“Mine,” He growled, full-on possession burning clear as day in his eyes. You couldn’t help but return with the appropriate answer.

“Yours,” you hoarsely panted back as his rough thrusts faltered. “Only… yours,”

That did it. His hips slammed against yours one more time before he groaned out his own pleasure and his own orgasm brought forth a fresh wave of heat that had your body twitching beneath his. Dropping his body to the side so his weight wasn’t completely on you, you turned your head to look at Orm while you both caught your breath.

It had to have been a full minute that went by, him still very much in you, and both of your releases dripping down your inner thighs. Your mind was still locked up in your whirlwind of pleasure. You were having a hard time remembering why you had been arguing in the first place.

“What were we arguing about again?” you questioned in slight confusion, your eyes searching Orm’s blue ones. His lips curved slightly as his fingers brushed against your cheek, gently stroking your skin.

“That doesn’t matter, you’re mine.” Your lips, slightly swollen and stinging from your fevered kissing, curved upwards at the idea.

“This is probably a little late, but I think you fell in love with me a long time ago,” you murmured, briefly closing your eyes and enjoying the way his fingers glided across your cheek. “And I’m pretty sure I’ve been yours for a while now…”

“I could say the same about you, beloved.” Your cheeks flushed a darker pink at his words, and you promptly buried your face in his chest with a wilted moan. You felt Orm’s chuckles as he ran his other hand up and down your back. A minute ticked by with you just lying there, and when you had finally caught your breath, you spoke up again.

“As much as I would like to stay with you here on the beach, the others might come looking for us to make sure we haven’t killed each other yet, or haven’t thrown any punches at least…”

“It would be wise to return. You are for my eyes, and my eyes only.” Orm responded, making another rush of fire flow through your body. Good lord, this man was hot, in an authoritative way… when he wasn’t being a complete ass.

“As you wish, my king,” you whispered lightly. In response, Orm pulled your head in for one last impassioned kiss that once again sent your brain spinning.

With a little help, since your legs were a little shaky from your fast-paced tryst in the sand, Orm helped you get cleaned up in the cold ocean before helping you back into your underwear and shorts. You still had sand everywhere. It certainly clung to the places you were wet, but at least it no longer looked like you had made love right there on the beach.

It was going to take a while for your brain to fully compute that you had done that, if you’ll be honest. Sand isn’t exactly the most comfortable of surfaces.

So, walking back towards your cottage, you stayed close to Orm, wobbling slightly on shaky legs and trying not to continually blush at your previous animalistic actions. Orm, however, still had a streak of possessiveness and kept his hand on your lower back, slipped between your button-up and tank top.

By the time you got to your back patio, you were half hopeful your cheeks were no longer red with embarrassment and arousal. Patting your cheeks with your hands, you shook your head to clear the indecent thoughts and images of Orm from your mind, lest you end up broadcasting what was really running through your mind. A thought crossed your mind.

“Wait, you didn’t leave any marks… did you?” you questioned, panic building in your veins, slapping a hand on your neck as you turned and looked up at him. His eyebrow rose, and he gave you a half-smirk, his eyes burning with lust once more.

“Worried that they’ll see? They should. It will tell them you are mine, Eva.” Your face burned crimson, the exact color you were trying not to show on your cheeks at the moment. You swung your fist up and hit him in the chest.

“They don’t need to see anything!” you squeaked out as he let out a small laugh and reached up to grab the fist you had hit him with. His fingers threaded with yours as he pulled you forwards. You stumbled up against him, your remaining free hand pressing against his chest.

“With reluctance,” Orm drawled out, his eyes sparkling down at you with mirth before he pulled your hand up and pressed his lips against your knuckles. “I’ll admit that you look untouched, save for the fact that you look like you rolled around in the sand.”

“Oh thank God, the last thing I need and want is Arthur’s teasing,” you sighed out relief before Orm’s arm wrapped around your waist tightened.

“But that doesn’t mean next time I will be so gracious to your wishes.” He added, a clear warning for what was to come. King Orm was a possessive Atlantean and liked it when everyone knew exactly who put the marks on your neck. You nodded meekly before looking at the sliding glass doors.

“Really though, we should probably head in, you know, before Arthur gets curious and comes looking?” Orm huffed at you before releasing your hand and body from his hold.

“You are lucky that I respect you and your wishes, Eva, otherwise you wouldn’t get away with talking to me like that.”

“Whatever, your majesty,” you threw back into his face as you turned for the patio door. “Come on.”

Trying to walk as normally as possible, given your sore body, you sauntered over to the doors and pulled one aside, Orm following behind you.

Stepping into your living room, your eyes scanned the room, seeing that everyone was still present but had moved into the living room. Tom and Atlanna were sitting on the loveseat next to your couch while Vulko inspected your bookshelf.

Arthur caught your eye, and his eyebrow rose.

“You two are looking quite sandy,” He commented before getting elbowed in the side by Mera and receiving an equally sharp look.

“I tripped,” you stated as Orm came to a stop next to you, sand covering parts of him too. “And clumsily took Orm down with me as I went, end of story.”

Arthur snorted at you and shook his head, a grin clear on his face.

“You know, I would have thought you’d outgrow your clumsy days, Eva, but I guess not…” Narrowing your eyes at him, you raised your right hand and presented your middle finger to him, making him laugh at you.

“Not everyone gets to be as graceful as an Atlantean, Arthur,” you snapped at him before looking around, your eyes settling on the stacks of DVDs you had left on the coffee table. “Did everyone decide what movie we are going to watch?”

Mera held up a DVD, and squinting at it, you recognized it as Finding Dory. Your eyebrow shot up to your hairline, and you bit down on your lip to stop the giggles that wanted to crawl up your throat and burst from your lips. Oh, this was going to be funny watching with a bunch of Atlanteans. You had already made Orm watch it along with Finding Nemo months ago, and his reaction was hilarious.

You might just spend the entire movie laughing from their facial expressions alone.

“Alright, Arthur, get out the disc, will you? I need to wash my hands and get the popcorn going. I am not going to miss this,” you said as you started heading for your kitchen. “Oh, and will you get the extra blankets down from the closet? I can’t reach that far up…”

Arthur grunted at you before going to do as you asked. Entering your kitchen, you washed your hands free of sand before grabbing your canister of popcorn kernels and the biggest pot you had. You dished out several scoops into the pot and turned the stove on.

While the kernels were heating, you pulled out the popcorn bowl and set it down next to the stove. Knowing Arthur’s voracious appetite and that you had several Atlanteans who had never tried popcorn before, it was better to make more than needed than not have enough.

“You know you cry when you watch these types of movies. Especially this one.” Looking over your shoulder, you saw Orm leaning against the kitchen counter near the fridge. He looked hotter than ever, hair mussed, arms crossed with his muscles on show, and that delicious little smirk you wanted to kiss off his lips.

You shot him a dirty look.

“I do not,” you huffed at him with a scowl. His eyebrow rose at your blatant denial, and pushing away from the counter he had been leaning on, Orm slowly walked up to you, towering over your smaller frame. You shrunk where you stood. “… it was one time, and I was feeling emotional…” you finally admitted, puffing your lip out.

“And yet I feel like it is a common occurrence.” Huffing again, you continued to give him a look, daring him to outright say that you were a crybaby with children’s movies. He was saved by the popcorn rattling in the pot, making you jump in surprise.

Grumbling under your breath, you turned around to check the timer you had set up for the popcorn. Well, by both the time left, and the sounds coming from the pot, it was almost ready.

“Do you mind saving me a seat on my couch?” you asked, keeping your back to him as you tapped your fingers on the lid of the pot. “Arthur likes to hog the couch, and I want to at least have some leg room… you both are freakishly tall.”

For a moment you thought he was going to state that he was a prince, and princes didn’t take orders from commoners, least of all a surface dweller (that’s what had been thrown in your face the first couple of months he stayed with you, he still had a stubborn streak that cropped up sometimes), but he didn’t.

Hands landed on your hips, sliding around to brush the front of your thighs. Orm then pressed his body up against your back, his nose brushing against your neck.

“As my beloved wishes,” Orm purred into your neck, both his lips and his breath tickling your skin. Heat crawled up the back of your neck as the hairs raised. The hot bastard was pressing a kiss to your neck right here in the kitchen! Shivering from his words and touch, your jaw nearly dropped when he expunged himself and walked out of the kitchen.

“Oh, that is so mean,” you whispered to yourself, leaning forwards and banging your fist against your forehead while his incredibly soft chuckle echoed in the kitchen. God, he could be such a smug, hot bastard sometimes. Moaning to yourself for a few more seconds, you finally cleared your head long enough to finish preparing the popcorn and pour it into the serving bowl.

Giant bowl in hand, you headed back into the living room. The menu was on the screen, and the movie was ready to be played. Arthur, luckily, had confined himself to one section of the sofa, with Mera at his side. Trying not to walk oddly in front of the Atlanteans who were none the wiser about what went down after you had run after Orm, you handed the bowl over to Arthur with a command to share before carefully climbing across the longer part of the sofa and settling down next to Orm who held out your favorite blanket.

Taking it, you stretched out your legs next to his, which were noticeably shorter than his. Unfolding the blanket, you covered your legs, making sure that your feet were properly covered before looking at Arthur.

“You got the lights and remote?” you asked. He nodded his chin, holding up the remote before stretching an arm out and flicking the light switch, sending the room into darkness save for the television. Arthur hit play, and the movie started.

With a tired sigh, you rubbed your face. After the little tryst on the beach, you were feeling exhausted and tired, and without a doubt, you might fall asleep before the movie ended, so you might as well get comfortable.

Under the cover of darkness, you twisted onto your side and snuggled up against Orm’s side. He kept his eyes on the television screen, but the corner of his mouth twitched into a partial smile as he slipped his arm around your back and underneath your blanket to rest his hand on your waist.

It had been a long year, a very rough start at the beginning, but slowly you had gotten to see the real Orm, and that’s when you fell. You still had a long way to go with fixing the relationship between Atlanteans and surface dwellers, but if Orm could come to see that not every surface dweller was mean and cruel, others could too.

Date Published: 11/8/20

Last Edit: 4/28/24

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[hearts444innie]

Language!

Lee: changbin

Ler: Chan

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This picture Ssjshdhd-anyways I’ve actually kept this one in the notebook unfinished for about a whole month now because my brain kinda just-like burnt itself out by thinking to hard on the whole plot and yeah 🥲

Anyways here’s the fic longed for after I finished the hcs

hope you guys like this one \(^ヮ^)/

Changbin was in the kitchen looping around when his hand knocked over a cup, water spilling out.

“Oh shit-“ Chan not being fat and his dad instincts kicking in.

“Yah language!” Changbin rolled his eyes while cleaning the wet floor “yeah yeah I know”

“Watch it I might do something to fix that if you use anymore cursing”

Now did he take the leader seriously?

Nah.

Later throughout the day whenever the boy dropped something or made a mistake he cursed more even jeongin warned him. “Binnie hyung if Chan hears you he will punish you”

“It’s fine innie he was just trying to scare me”

“Okay whatever you say don’t say I didn’t warn you~”

A while after that changbin was playing some game on his phone and when losing he yelled out a bit too loud for Chan to hear “binnie..what was that I heard~” Chan said in a sweet tone but it felt scary rather than sweet to changbin, now changbin was really starting to take what the older had said earlier seriously.

“Changbinnie just know that I’m going to teach you well on this” the boy booked it out of there with Chan behind him, Chan had the boy cornered so with ease Chan threw bin over his shoulder taking him back into the room to finish him there

“Let’s get started Binnie”

“How about no and you let me go?”

“Yeah no.” Chan started off light but it still tickled badly.

“hyuhuhung ihihits soho bad..”

“Yeah I know and it will get worse~” Chan started squeezing his sides rapidly poking, prodding in different unprotected spaces

“HYUHUNG WAHAIT STOHOHOP I CANT IHIHI IM SOHOHORRY FOHOHOR SWEARIHING PLEASE!!” Chan didn’t say anything only having a fond smile on his face as if he wasn’t torturing the screaming boy under him, moving to prodding the boys hips

“NO-NOHO AHHAHAHA STOP-YOU!” Changbin couldn’t get his words out only laughter coming out.

“What was that Binnie? I couldn’t understand~”

“Pleahehehse I no more!!”

“What we only just got started bunny~?” He dug his fingers into the boys armpits leaving changbin screaming desperately trying to get his hyungs fingers out. “STOHOHOP LEHEAVE MEHEHE ALONE!!” Changbin whined a screamed yet it didn’t stop.

“Binnie I told you to stop swearing but you still did even in front of the kids” Chan giggled out stopping momentarily.

“Please they ain’t kids they are adults and I’ve seen jeongin swear more than me-NO!” Chan pinched the boy’s side

“No I think they are still kids living in MY house~” Chan tickled the boy faster moving from spot to spot squeezing, poking and prodding anywhere changbin couldn’t protect. “CHAHANNIE!! IM SAHOHRRY IM SORRY-AHAHA!!” Now Chan had already forgiving him but still didn’t let the boy off the hook that easily.

“You know I think this will make such a great rule to set now..what do you think bin~?” Chan said sweetly definitely not having the boy screaming under him “NOHO NOT A GREAT RULE-AHHH STHAHAP!!” Chan didn’t let the boy protest about it as he tickled the boy’s neck.

“Quihihit I chahant take it..” chan finally lets up on the boy “free to go bun but this is now a new rule~”

Changbin ran off as soon as Chan lets him go, his face still flushed red now wanting to be more careful to not swear around the leader.

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Should I make a part two for a different member? (^‿^✿)