#again: don’t hold me to this i fantasise more about writing than i actually write

[spellmage]

thinking about the dark urge is giving me the drive to write fanfic like never before

[queenie-avenue]

hiiii!!!!

i thoight i’d do this the normal way instead of begging u in dms sOO MINJUN AND CREEP READER WHEN PLEASE PLEASE i’m down on one knees rn <333

this man could ruin my whole life and everything i’ve worked for and i would so gladly let him 😋😋

i don’t wanna fix him. i literally just wanna make him worse xoxo

Different sides of the same coin.

💌 ⤻ THE ACADEMIC RIVAL, SEO MIN-JUN

—> you damn creep.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is almost as bad as min-jun, reader is down bad fr, obsessive behaviour, posessive behaviour, snooping, invasion of privacy, reader AND min-jun are red flags, a bit suggestive

notes: ain't no way you actually put an ask in for this 💀 but yes, you asked, and I delivered <33 also, I feel like all the anons in my inbox would absolutely eat this up, this is literally them/j (ngl, my writing kinda sucks here sorry yall-)

🦋 ⤻ archives.

Min-jun studied all the different things littered inside that heart-shaped box of yours. When he first saw it sticking out of your schoolbag, he felt immediate jealous, assuming it wad a gift from someone in your class, or something you would be giving to someone else.

Naturally, he decided to steal it.

He sat at his desk, the student council room deserted as everyone had already left, per his request. He studied the contents of the box with lazy eyes. For months, he had tortured you and for months, you seemed to not care; which honestly made him more pissed off with you.

He pursed his lips as he waited for you to enter the student council's office. Min-jun looked at the box again, sifting through all the different notes he had left you. The ones that told you to kill yourself, the ones that fantasised about pushing you off a roof or watching you suffer, the ones that begged you to leave him alone, to not torment him with your mere presence; you had kept all of them. All tucked in this... heart-shaped box.

"You must really be a freak." He let out a chuckle as he closed the red box, holding it up to his face. The box even smelled like the cologne he liked to wear to school, subtle but noticeable. He let out a groan as he imagined the things he would say to you when you got into his office, how irritated he was with you that you — pathetic, poor, useless you — had seduced him.

Right, you seduced him.

You were the one who decided to show off and get higher grades than him. You looked at him every time he spoke with those obsessed eyes of yours. It was all your fault, not his!

Just then, the doors to the office opened, revealing you standing there. Min-jun tapped his fingers on the box knowingly, wanting you to see that he had caught you in this perverted act.

"Care to explain to me what this is?" He asked, fishing out all the various notes and pictures from the box, holding them up despite your obvious embarassment.

You tried to cover it up, but it was clear that you enjoyed the fact he had caught you in such a precarious situation. "I was just- you kept bullying me, so I was gathering evidence!" You managed to scrounge up a somewhat believable excuse.

"You collected evidence in a heart-shaped box?" He snickered, bemused by your attempts to seem normal.

"It was the only box I had..." You kept trying to lie, but Min-jun saw straight through your pretty little lies.

"And why does your box of evidence contain pictures of me doing everyday things? Not very incriminating evidence, and yet, you kept it in your 'evidence' box."

"I-"

"Don't lie."

Both of you stared into each others' eyes, his glare mixed with an undertone of want and obsession, yet he would never admit it. Yours, filled with embarassment and desire. You were so close to breaking down.

Min-jun got up from his desk and walked over towards you. You froze on the spot, your hands wandering towards the sliding door of the office, but before you could even try to escape, Min-jun had grabbed your wrists. "Did I say you can leave?" He asked softly, his tone so affectionate it almost made your knees buckle under the tension.

"N-no." Your cheeks reddened as your eyes made their way to his hands that gripped your wrist. Slowly, your eyes glanced over at his lips and how close he was, the cologne he wore that was perhaps too mature for both your ages, mimicking the scent of an older person. His eyes darkened the moment he saw your eyes rake over his lips.

"Is that it?" He asked, leaning in closer as he guided you towards the armrest of the couch in the student council office, pushing you against it so you would sit; so he could tower over you. "You're just some pervert who likes to be bullied and harassed?" He asked softly, his gaze growing more intense by the second.

You stared, your lips parted, unable to respond as he had caught you red-handed.

A sense of jealousy spilled into his heart as his hands gripped you tighter, which would no doubt leave bruises.

"So as long as someone bullies you, you fall for them? Are you some sort of creep?" Min-jun interrogated, leaning so close that you fall back onto the couch, a small 'oomph' escaping your lips as you both fall back. Min-jun's arms trap you between him and the sofa, his cheeks now matching yours in the same shade of crimson. He doesn't move, his hands on both sides of your head.

"Answer me. Would you like anyone else if they did the kind of stuff I did to you?" He asked, desperation straining his voice. Min-jun wanted to know he was special to you, that you would only ever be infatuated — no, in love — with him.

You remained silent.

"Tell me, damn it!" Frustration seeped out as he grabbed your face now, cheeks reddening not out of him being flustered, but instead out of rage. "You come here, to my school, decide to top me in every subject I've always been the best at, and then you suddenly decide to collect all these things from me, treating them like cheesy love letters rather than threats. What the hell is up with you? I don't get you, I just can't understand you." He said, his breath hitting your face in huffs.

"You make me lose my mind. I've never- I've always felt so indifferent to everyone else, but you make me do things that... that make me disgusted with myself." He continued, remembering all the times he used his monthly allowance to hire private investigators behind his family's back just to find out more about your interests and hobbies. Asking for photos of you, asking for *clothes* from your laundry pile. He was sick of himself, sick that he would ever so such a thing. But he was addicted.

To you, to your scent, to your gaze, to everything about you he wished he could claim.

"Tell me you feel the same way." He demanded suddenly.

It was his right. You had to feel the same way.

Without even thinking, you pulled Min-jun down to you, gripping his face so tightly that your nails drew blood from his cheeks. Your lips slammed together, any harder and one of you might have lost a tooth, but both of you didn't think about that. Your eyes were closed, but Min-jun's were wide open. "You really do like tempting me." He muttered into your mouth as his hands pinned yours to the couch.

"You must really like me." Min-jun babbled on between your lips, licking and biting your bottom lip, sucking on it like his life depended on it. "Tell me, [y/n], tell me you need me." He wanted to be worshipped by you, he wanted to worship you.

"I need you so badly." You whispered back, allowing him to take control as you whimpered below him. "Please don't stop."

His hands travelled slowly to your neck. "Don't stop what? Kissing you?" He asked, pulling away, "Or don't stop bullying you." His voice boomed with laughter, loving that flustered and needy look on your face; so red to the point he wanted to take a bite of your cheek to see whether it tasted like apples.

"Both, please." You whispered submissively, letting him claim your lips repeatedly.

"Don't worry, I'm never stopping. You won't be able to run from me, even if you wanted to." He smiled, and for a moment, you missed the dangerous glint in his eyes. "You belong to me, okay?" He asked one last time, not giving you the chance to answer before diving back into your lips.

Now that you had given him confirmation that you loved him, you would never stop loving him. Min-jun would make sure of that.

[wewillbeseen-butnotbeheard]

(tw? more talk of ending it)

i’m going to go. truthfully, i’m not actually sure what value that statement holds; but that doesn’t change much. i’m going to stop making these now

there’s not much left to say. i can, and will, detach myself from anything and everything that is remotely related to this sort of thing, or even just animals in general. i will delete social media accounts, i will abstain from anything sexual, and intently change my own thought patterns to get out of this. there is no way i could be more totally set on this.

i am human. i can write those words down, yet i can hardly force myself to do as much as mutter the phrase out of my mouth in real life. it’s genuinely painful. less that it feels wrong, and more that it feels like it’s just effectively a form of self-harm. so i’ll keep doing it

i CAN live like this. (i have to) yet i’d definitely benefit from offing myself. it’s not a passive thought that comes around. i am dead set on it but i don’t have a method/nor the guts to do that, probably.

in some way, it’s like what they say about playing with fire and getting burnt. i got a little too close to a community that i am not part of, and have been fucked up extra badly because of it. i’m not attempting to push away something that i AM, because i am not that. (not “nonhuman” in any way at all, i already know this) it only hurts to call myself human because that’s simply what i am in every way. i suppose i AM embracing my identity; THIS IS WHO I AM.

i get told a lot of different shit on a lot of different websites, but it’s all dead wrong. how i can’t wait to just turn everything off and feel okay being a regular human again

i’ve spent my whole life fascinated by the idea of animal transformation, the last >4 years fantasising about it, and the last >1 year LITERALLY obsessing over it. and i’ve spent the last few months with the concept my every thought. i need it more than air. but i’m going to drop this now

i know my own enemy, and now i will release myself from this sort of thing. i’m going to actually live my life like a normal person, make friends, and simply BE a human. i know in my mind that everything will fall into place from there. i have no reason to be experiencing such “species dysphoria”, and i feel like the only one (i might be). people say they can relate, but the vital difference in everything is the fact that I’M a normal human person in the first place. it’s a whole different thing for me

once i’ve posted this, i’ll have already decided to let things go. not my last post i think though. thank you for reading, i guess, if you did, but this is pretty much it. i know what’s not worth fighting for. FUCK THIS. i’m out. forever

[loving-n0t-heyting]

i actually think we tend to see more private property fetishism from the online artist crowd than can be written off to like, anti-ai sentiment alone. art style theft discourse, anti-piracy discourse, and a general tendency to present supporting small businesses as a moral good are very petit bourgie aligned stances. those are also in contrast to like the actual conditions of most waged artists- who are generally made to conform to the stylistic sensibilities of their employers and who aren't necessarily the primary profiteers of their work, also they're kind of contradictory stances to hold from ppl who make their names and careers off of derivative works. like you say, its false consciousness, but i think the online artist archetype has primed a lot of ppl to jump to ip as a first defense against any perceived threat to their career prospects

Mm you make a fair point but I still think this tendency isn’t reducible to petty bougie class striving

First, often the animating concern isn’t even directly economic except in some extended sense. When someone writes “OC DO BOT STEAL” [eta: lol that was a funny typo so I’m leaving it] under their fan character sketch or expresses fear of Literal Nazis using their art, I don’t think their worry is they’re not going to get a cut of the money the proud boys make off their fantroll. It seems more analogous to ppl worrying that ppl who make them uncomfortable will sexually fantasise about them against their will; there’s I think(?) a Lydia xz brown post I can’t find rn that expresses this as horror at acquiring a theory of mind, bc it reveals others’ fundamentally dangerous ability to think of you without your consent. Money does not even have to enter into it in order to fear badwrong representation by ppl you don’t like or trust!

Second, even when the anxiety is economic, it doesn’t have to be petty bourgeois. You can see this clearly w some writers who panic about piracy and exalt ip law as a noble protection of human dignity while frankly acknowledging they are not the ones principally profiting off of their sales. They’ll instead point out, I live and die by contract work from the publishers who actually enjoy the proceeds of my ip, and precisely bc of this they will refuse to keep contracting with me if my work is pirated instead of purchased bc the value to them of the product of my labour is how much it sells for, not how much it gets read. Same for waged artists who treat much of their work as exposure in hopes of getting further hiring offers from it, who again have an economic incentive to resist unattributed “art theft” fully consistent with never expecting more than wage labour as artists. Which seems more analogous to store clerks bristling at shoplifting since they’re threatened with punishment for letting it happen under their nose than it is to the classic image of the independent artisan with aspirations to medium-sized business ownership

[fawad-khan]

professor ‘fuck me a lot’

A/N: so tom in that esquire interview and that instagram story did things to me ajhsuifhf so here we are! also this is my first professor tom fic hehe. beta read by the lovely @parkerpeter24​ (title credit goes to her too XD)

Masterlist

Pairing- professor!tom holland x student!reader

Warning- smut, thigh riding,swearing, unprotected sex, teacher-student relationship(?), wrap it before you tap it! (all characters are 18+ btw)

Word Count- 3.4k+

Summary- you catch tom in a compromising position.

Thomas Stanley Holland, the new professor was the talk of every single student in the college. He was young, and very smart and knew his subjects well. He had a way with his teaching that made everyone’s ear perk up and pay attention to whatever he was teaching. Everyone was impressed by how he taught from a different perspective, in the sense that he not just gave a lecture, he explained in such a way that each person could visualise and convert the picture into their own words.

He was also very undeniably  attractive. He had attractive features. His chocolate brown dolomite eyes, soft looking lush brown hair, pink kissable lips that so many girls (and even some guys) dreamt of kissing over and over again, desirable cheekbones and the suits he wore for his lectures made him look so fine, drawing attention and he somehow managed to pull you towards him as well.

As if his looks weren’t enough, it was also his voice, and how it sounded like music to your ears. He certainly had a way with his words. Many times you had yourself what would it be like to have that same voice whisper dirty things in your ears. You remember the day he stepped into the classroom on his first day of teaching you.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tom Holland, and I will be teaching you literature from today onwards. I can see lots of bright faces here," he gazed around the room as he continued, "now, before we get started I would like to get everyone's names and just ask some questions in general, that is what we will do first. So why don't we start with," he took a list from his desk and called out a few names, who stood up and introduced themselves.

"(Y/n) (l/n)?" You heard your name being called out. You got up and politely introduced yourself. 

"I actually have a very good report on you here, miss (y/n). Are you that interested in literature? And please sit down if you want." He beamed, but you continued to stand anyway, admiring him already.

"Well, actually I have really been fond of reading lots of books since childhood and always had a hobby of writing small stories and poems and such for the school part so I guess that is how I realized I wanted to delve further into the subject."

"Well I must say, that's very impressive. And do you have any plans after you complete and procure your bachelor's degree?"

"Actually yeah, I have dreamt of being a writer so I would very much like to succeed in that. Otherwise, being a college professor is another option, where I'd love to teach about various literature works."

"That is very good, miss (y/n). Well that is all for now and I'm looking forward to teaching all of you, you all seem like very talented students."

"Thank you, professor Holland." Everyone chorused. He picked up a book from his desk and began to teach. He certainly knew his subject very well, for unlike the previous professor who had managed to bore all of you last year, you found yourself paying attention to every single word he said.

Of course, as time passed, there were more and more girls who always discussed him, innocent things at first like how great a teacher he was and something like he was the cutest professor they ever had. It gradually escalated to how hot he was and how many girls were willing to do him in his classroom and so on.

You would rather die than admit, but you did have a crush on your teacher. A major, at that one. It wasn’t that often that you got a teacher like him, anyway. Maybe that was a small reason why you tried harder in his class and excelled more. He was also often very pleased with your work and had grown to favour you, seeing that you indeed had a lot of potential and admired how you always submitted everything on time and how you were always punctual and overall how dedicated you were in his classes. You had gradually grown to become one of his favourite students.

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It was a Thursday evening, the clock ticking 7pm as you finally finished your due work of the week. As usual, you gathered your sheets and checked it again to make sure there were no errors. Once you were satisfied, you stapled them and put them neatly in a plastic folder and made your way to Tom’s room for submission. He had made a rule that students could either email their respective essays and papers or physically submit it to him either in the classroom or personally in his room in case someone wanted a little guidance as well.

Checking your appearance to make sure there were no stains or anything like that on you or your dress, you took your file and made your way towards his room for submission. You gave a soft knock and waited for him to open the door. No response. You knocked again. Again, no response of opening the door. Although, you could hear his voice, so he probably was on the phone or in a meeting or something.

You turned the knob of the door and quietly, swung the door open and entered the room. Closing the door behind you, you turned right to walk towards his table and saw something you never thought you'd see.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, sir!" You exclaimed, making him startled and jump in his seat.

He was in a webinar session. With no pants on. He was only in a formal shirt and underwear and a pair of socks. You could very clearly see his thighs which were naked in your sight. The thighs you had only dreamt of riding in your dreams. 

He hastingly said something about some technical issues and that he would have to leave and left the webinar and walked across the room to his closet to quickly get some pants. He grabbed the first pair he could see and before he could put it on, your brain decided to blurt out something you wouldn't have dared to ever say to your professor.

"Don't put them on!" You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, your file dropping on the floor. Your whole face went red as soon as those words left your mouth, your knees shaking with nervousness.

He stood in his place, stunned. He could not believe the words that just came out of your mouth.

“What- what did you just say?”

“I -uh” you stammered, covering your face again and taking a deep breath. He walked towards you and took your hand and held it, his other hand holding your chin and making you look up into his eyes.

“Say it again, darling. There is no harm.” he said in a calm and husky voice that made you feel giddy and weak at the knees. “Go on, now.” his fingers gently pushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

You looked into his eyes. Your heart was beating at a very furious pace. A fire was surging in you as his fingers had touched your skin. 

“I said, don’t put them on.” you whispered slowly, your voice lingering in his ears. He smirked and brought his lips closer to your ear and whispered, “and why is it so?” his voice lulled you to him, his one hand resting on your cheek and his other hand lowering to your waist, pulling you closer to him. “don’t be shy, say what you have to say.”

"It's because," you paused, a new wave of confidence flowing through you. This was now or never. "It's because I want to ride them."

"Hmm is that so?" He hummed, lazily nibbling your earlobe, making you hot and bothered. He stepped back and sat on his chair and held out his hand. You took it and he pulled you on his lap and held you tight by the waist with one hand. His other hand cupped your jawline and pulled your face closer so your lips were only millimetres apart from touching.

"Then be a good girl and ride me" with that he wasted no time and crashed his lips on yours, you reciprocating the kiss immediately. Your eyes fluttered shut, so did his. The feeling of his soft, smooth lips felt more amazing than you had fantasized in your dreams. You tilted your head to grant him more access. 

He bit your lips gently, making you moan into his mouth. Your fingers flew to pull his soft hair strands, messing them up as he deepened the kiss and you gently grinded your hips against his.

You were the first to pull away from the kiss, gasping slightly for air to breathe. His hair was slightly messed up, he was out of breath and both of you had flushed faces. The sexual tension that was subtle before was more thick and more prominent.

"I better lock the door, huh? Don't want anyone to walk in on us?" You asked, looking at him. He nodded in response as you got up and went to lock the latch on his door. Now no one would interrupt the two of you.

"Ride me, darling. Be a good girl for me." The raspy voice made you feel wet as you repositioned yourself so now you were sitting on his left thigh, with his thigh pressed against your clothed pussy, making you let out a moan.

You pressed your clothed pussy and began to rock your hips up and down, feeling a sense of pleasure jolting in you. As you increased your pace, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You held his shoulders for support as you grinded faster, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his thigh.

“Oh my, fuckkk” you moaned out, arching your back as grinded even faster, feeling that you wouldn’t last very long. Tom meanwhile was watching you, feeling his pants getting a little tight at the sight of you riding his thigh. He couldn’t help but let out a groan as he watched you ride your high. With time, he was attracted to you and always imagined what you would be like in bed. He had always fantasised but never thought he would be here in this situation.

“You’re doing great, darling ohhh” he groaned out, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as his hands held you firmly by the waist.

“God I’m gonna cum!” you moaned out, holding his shoulders tight for support as you felt yourself releasing, soaking heavily through your panties and shorts. Your movement became slower as you rode out your high, stopping a few seconds later, panting and sweating heavily. You opened your eyes to look at him all flustered and lips parted.

"Woah" was what came out of his mouth. He gently held you and placed you on his right thigh and the both of you could see a shiny wet spot where you had come just a few seconds ago. He looked back at you and smirked, making you go red.

"I don't normally do this with my students, you must know that."

"Oh that's, great I guess."

"Would you mind if I did what I wanted to do to a student whom I happen to be attracted to?" He whispered huskily, lips dancing dangerously over yours.

"And what would that be? Care to elaborate, sir?" You asked, looking into his eyes again.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough, darling." With that he kissed you, this time with more heat and passion as though he was holding all his desires as he inserted his tongue into the kiss, exploring your mouth. You kissed him with equal amount of passion and lust, running your hands in his hair.

His lips left yours and pressed kisses on your jawline and neck, sucking your skin gently till he found your sweet spot and sucked a hickey there.

"Careful there sir, don't want people to see that." You gasped out, head thrown back.

"Say my name, dear. Wanna hear it from your pretty lips." He mumbled against your neck.

"Tom!" you whimpered, making him groan as he went back up to kiss you again on your lips. One hand went down to unbutton his shirt and touched his amazingly toned chest. Your fingers danced and touched every part of his chest, every touch sending tingles down Tom's spine, making him bite your lip gently.

He cupped your right thigh and squeezed it, wrapping it around his waist loosely. He held you by the waist firmly and picked you up and placed you gently on his desk, not breaking the kiss for even a second.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes again. His orbs were dark with lust.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He said huskily, his hand slowly lowering down to your waist and slipping under the hem of your top, making contact with your skin. His touch ignited a fire in you. His fingers drew circles on your curves, sending you tingles of pleasure.

"Don't…..stop…." You trailed off, closing your eyes again, enjoying the feeling of him touching you.

His hands played with the hem of your top before taking it off and stepping back for a moment, looking at you. You were already a mess, your hair strands sticking out wildly, sitting on his desk, looking at him desiringly.

“You are so gorgeous, did you know?”

“Thanks.” you covered your face with your hands. He stepped forward and removed your hands gently, looking at you. He pressed kisses on your neck and collarbone, his hand trailing down to your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Slowly, he pulled them down to the floor, leaving you only in your bra and panties. 

He continued to kiss you on your chest, unhooking your bra in an instant, exposing your breasts. He took one of your breasts in one hand massaging it gently, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. His other hand went down to your panties, fingers touching your clothed cunt which was very soaked and he teased you through the material, eliciting a moan from you. Smirking, he hooked his fingers at the hem of your panties, inserting them inside to come in contact with your pussy.

He inserted a finger inside your wet folds, pumping in and out at a slow speed. His mouth switched to suck on your other breast as he increased his speed of thrust. You were by now a moaning mess, moaning his name out again and again while pulling at his curls. You were now very much turned on and very horny, craving him more and more. He inserted a second finger, thrusting faster, making you cum a second time.

He took his mouth away from your nipple with a pop sound and came up to meet your lips again. He finally took out his fingers out of your now swollen clit and pulled away from you, licking them clean, never breaking eye contact with you.

“You taste so delicious, dear.” he groaned out, making you want him more than ever now. You pulled him towards you by the collar and began unbuttoning his coat and shirt, running your hands over his toned abs, enjoying the feeling. He stepped closer, pressing his clothed hard-on against your soaked and clothed pussy, making you groan in pleasure. You couldn’t wait anymore. You needed him now.

“Tom…...please….” you groaned out, making him smirk.

“Please what? Use your words, darling.”

“Please….I need you now.” you groaned as you felt his hard-on press against you even more, making you buck your hips up and down.

“Gladly.” he threw his hanging coat and shirt off his body on the floor, pulling his underwear down to the floor, now completely naked in front of you. He stood in front of you, looking heavenly with his body glistening with sweat and his hair a complete mess. His cock was hard and the tip was flush pink with a little precum leaking. You took off your bra and panties and threw them across the room while he spread the precum and pumped his cock. He stepped forward and pressed a lazy kiss on your lips, aligning his cock just outside your entrance.

“Ready, love?”

“Yes” with that he entered you slowly, thrusting in and out at a slow pace, stretching you out so that you could get used to his size. Given how wet you already were, it was easy for him to move. His cock filled you up perfectly and you felt pleasure jolt through your body as you moaned continuously.

“Go faster.” you breathed out, him obeying gladly as he increased his pace, gripping your sides tight. His hips slapped against yours, a knot forming in your stomach as he hit that spot inside you again and again. He was moaning out loud with you, going faster with each thrust. One palm was on the desk to help steady himself. He pressed his lips against yours to kiss you sloppily, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. You dug your nails on his muscles and his back, leaving crescent red marks, making him pound into you even harder.

You could feel your high approaching yet again and from the look on Tom’s face, it seemed like he wouldn’t last long before he came too. His finger rubbed your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, I haven’t got a condom, oh my-”

“It’s ok, come inside me.” you breathed out.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to risk it like this.” he asked, looking at you as if to ask if you were sure about this.

“I’m on the pill. Besides, my period was a week ago.”

“Oh, alright. Ohh!” his cock was beginning to twitch as you came undone around him, letting out a cry of pleasure. He grunted out loud as he reached his high, his cum spilling inside you. His thrusts became sloppier and slower and stopped moving a few moments later, his cock still buried inside you.

You clenched around him, not wanting to let go of the feeling of him beside you. Both of you were sweating and panting heavily, you holding him to steady yourself. He reluctantly pulled out of you, his cum mixed with yours flowing out slowly. He smirked at the sight and took out a cloth he always kept in his drawer to clean you up. Wow, talk about a sexy and caring professor.

“How you feelin’?” he asked, pressing the cloth against your core after wetting it slightly, 

“Amazing.” you said, making him smile. After cleaning you up, he gave you a lazy kiss and picked up his and your clothes and handed them to you. You dressed in silence and watched him do the same.

“Hey, so uh, I wanted to tell you. Um, I don’t normally do this with any student of mine. Nor have I ever been attracted to any student. You are truly an exception.”

“Thanks, it means a lot.” you smiled. “And if it helps, I’ve never been this attracted to a teacher before. You are amazing too.” he blushed at that, making you giggle

“Well I better get going.” you said, getting off his desk. You picked up your file from the floor and handed it to him, then took a piece of paper and wrote something on it and handed that as well.

“Here's my submission, and my number. If you wanna maybe text sometime?”

“Sure, I’d love that sweetheart. Maybe we can meet up for a coffee later this week?”

“I’d like that.” you smiled and made your way to unlock the door. Just as you were about to open the door, he called you out, making you turn around and look at him.

“Hey, uh is it ok if we keep this thing a secret for a while? For the both of us? I don’t want you to face unnecessary backlash from anyone because of me.”

“Yes, it’s ok, Tom.”

“Ah, professor in the classroom.” he steps closer to whisper in your ear, “Tom when we are alone, together.”, making you go red.

��Noted, professor.” you winked and exited his room, your heart skipping a beat, silly smiles on both of your faces. 

You were looking forward to your possible relationship development with him and excited to see where it goes, as did he with you.

The end

lemme know what you thought🙈

[whitexwingedxdoves]

just let me hold you   [request]

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Younger Reader. Warnings: Swearing, Death of an animal. Summary: After Maggie took you in from the sanctuary, life seemed to be going smoothly until you were confronted by your feelings. A/N: This was my first request, I really hope you like it. I really enjoyed writing it. I took inspiration from Hostage & I love you by Billie Eilish to write this, ahaha.

It had been a few weeks since Maggie took you in after Rick had captured Negan. You couldn’t believe your luck. They took care of you, they didn’t expect you to work yourself to the bone for a drop of water. You had helped out where you could but Maggie saw it fit that you’d learn how to hunt. You couldn’t exactly disagree, in fact you were thankful for the opportunity. Your grandfather used to take you on hunting trips when you were young, he said it would teach you patience and how to work for what you needed in life. Though he never actually let you shoot a gun he’d make you watch.

After tightening the laces on your boots you made your way towards the gates to meet with Daryl. You were there when he declined to take you out for a hunt, claiming you’d only slow him down but despite all the arguing, he eventually gave in like he owed Maggie something and he was in no position to say no to her. You saw him waiting by the gate, his bike propped up near the gate as he spoke to one of the blacksmiths. As you approached him, kicking the gravel under your feet, chewing the corner of your mouth waiting for him to finish his conversation. When you caught his eye you shot him a sarcastic smile as you pushed your hands into the back pocket of your jeans. His response was to roll his eyes and climb onto his bike.

“Cm’on” he shouted behind him and like that you straddled the back of his bike and wrapped your arms around his waist for security.

_

 Once you reached your destination, you didn’t waste any time getting off the bike waiting for him to lead the way. “Don’t be buggin’ me. Don’t be touchin’ stuff.” Your eyes rolled at the sound of his groans.

“Anythin’ else, Grandpa” you mocked accordingly, his eyes staring a hole into your soul.

“Keep close” he snarled before leading the way into the forest. You kept quiet, watching the way he tracked, every so often he’d ask you what you could see and you’d respond with obvious signs of an animal or a walker. Keeping to the right tracks you finally spotted a Deer, it wasn’t very big but it was enough. You watched Daryl stalk the deer for a while before sending an arrow straight through its skull. You couldn’t lie, you were impressed by the archer. They way all of this came to him like second nature.

On your way back to the bike after skinning the animal, cutting and wrapping up various lumps of meat. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts wonder. Of course Daryl was twice your age, if not more but you couldn’t deny his rugged good looks . You admired the way he walked for a moment, how he held a sort of swagger with each step. Your eyes are wondering now to his butt, tight! Pleasantly surprised with what you saw, you allowed a small laugh pass your lips as you reached the bike. You stood docile, waiting for his cue to get on the bike. As he straddled the bike, he chewed down on the corner of his lip, nodding slightly. “Nice work out there.” He spoke simply, you shot him a genuine, yet surprised smile.

“Thanks gramps” again with the mocking, Daryl’s eyes rolled before you climbed onto the bike.

“Stop callin’ me that!” he’s words seemed forceful, which only made your brow cock slightly before he kicked the bike into gear and headed back to Hilltop.

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A few weeks had gone by without any issues, you had done a fair amount of hunting with Daryl, he even let you actually shoot an animal despite telling you the entire time that you were doing it wrong. You’d both grown to appreciate each other's company, the sly remarks and teasing never left but became more of a staple. You’d go as far as to say you were friends. Though you wouldn’t admit it, there was something there between you both, you got butterflies every time his skin touched yours or when he’d look into your eyes. You’d find yourself fantasising about him sometimes but you’d shake the thoughts from your head almost immediately. Today was another day and that’s what you focused on, going on a hunt and trying to get through it without slipping up or god forbid, falling for the guy because you just couldn’t handle the way he looked at you.

While out there in the forest, just you and Daryl, you found yourself taking a back seat when it came to the tracking, not that there was much to track. As the sun went down, you started to shiver a little as the cold night air made its first appearance. This caught Daryl’s attention and without thinking, he pulled off his vest and propped it around your shoulders. He was waiting for you to make some sort of sarcastic remark about how it wouldn’t be of any help without the sleeves but you didn’t, you just smiled at him. You couldn’t, the way he put your well being before his own sent the butterflies crazy. Shit! You watched as he made a clearing, somewhere for you to sit for a moment. You had been walking all day after all.

Sitting down beside him, biting down on your lip avoiding any sort of contact with him. You didn’t know but Daryl could tell something was off with you, he watched you for a moment with a puzzled look before giving you a slight nudge with his elbow. “Wha’s up, run out of sarky shit to say?” he sniggered at you but you didn’t respond. Fuck! You couldn’t help yourself now, your head felt like mush a little as you held onto his vest, your cheeks turning a light pink shade. Fuck, I really like this guy. “Seriously, s’goin on?” He questioned you much more seriously this time. You just shook your head as you turned towards him, your eyes clearly avoiding his. “Nah, ain’t nothin’, wha is it?” You just hoped he’d stop pestering you before he forced you to say something you’d regret.

“Seriously?” Your brow cocked, as you gave him a look. “Just a stupid boy, that’s all!” you snapped, your leg shaking a little. Daryl couldn’t help but laugh at your words as he started to pick at a twig he had found on the ground beneath him.

“Now why you lettin’ a boy mess wi ya head?” he laughed but you just ignored him, God you felt so stupid, he’s so much more older than you. Like hell he’d ever even look at you in that way. “So, who’s the lucky fella?” He questioned but you felt like a deer in headlights, lying to everyone else was one thing but to lie to Daryl? Could you even do it?

Daryl, despite being a tracker had never really been great at reading signs. As you stared at him with a lost look on your face, he just shook his head slightly, waiting for you to reply. Great, he was really going to make you say it. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you let your eyes meet the ground. “You.” You whispered, hoping that he didn’t hear you but he did. As he sat frozen in spot, you let out a frustrated sigh, shaking your head. “Don’t even start, I know how it sounds” you snapped in his direction, not letting your eyes meet his. “It's wrong, I know but when I'm with you, it just feels...” Daryl instantly stood up, cutting you off. Shaking his head as he paced around you.

“Na, Na!” he repeated himself for a moment, “Don’t say it!” he pleaded.

“right.” You had to say it, Your eyes now slightly welling up at the stupidity of your vulnerability right now. “I don’t want to but I like you Daryl” you finally spat out, your cold shakes became slightly more aggressive now. You just watched as Daryl shook his head.

You didn’t know this but Daryl had, had thoughts of you recently but it made him feel awkward with you being so much younger than him but god he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands now planting firmly onto his hips as he attempted to understand the conversation, nervously chewing on his lips. You sighed softly, running your fingers through your hair. “I'm sorry” your voice was soft now as you glanced over at him for a second, the embarrassment increasing with every moment.

“Just forget I ever said anything, just go back to normal.” Your words held so much pain and regret, instantly snapping Daryl out of his trance.

“Nah” he spoke, soft this time. You looked at him, confused by his words but by the time your eyes met with his, he was making his way towards you. His swagger he once held, still there but you could sense he was nervous. Just like that his hand’s engulfed your face as he pulled you in, planting his lips against yours hungrily. You didn’t fight it, you leaned into it, Your hands lightly pressing against his elbows. All the worries and doubts seemed to wash away as his mouth explored yours. Nothing else mattered to you in this moment as you sank into his body, his hands now wrapping around your shoulders. As he pulled his lips away, you kept your eyes closed for a moment still wrapped in his arms.

“this feels right” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his chin as he squeezed you a little.

“jus’ let me hold ya” he matched your whisper as he closed his eyes, pulling you in closer to his chest. You had no idea where this was going to go, if it was going anywhere at all but you soaked up the feeling of his arms wrapped around you and thanked god you were able to share this moment with him, even if it was going to be the only one.

[chuckbass-love]

Hi lovely, I’d love to request a Loki x Male Reader writing if you’re up for it! One where Loki reads the reader’s mind and finds out that he’s attracted to him and that he has a kink for his long hair. So, before making any moves to get with the reader Loki uses magic on his hair to make it even more beautiful and much longer in order to tease the reader. This might range on the “weirder” sides of requests but honestly I’m a sucker for a pretty man with pretty hair haha. But if you don’t feel inspired by or comfortable writing this then obviously no hard feelings! I’ll enjoy anything you come out with in the future! 💚💚💚

Hey. Thank you so much for this request i am in love with it. I was more than happy to do this for you.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Male!Reader

Warnings: Fluff central and a sprinkle of cheekiness from the man himself because let’s face it he is evil but in the best way.

Word Count: 1,970

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @0goddammitloki go check them out ❤️

Just Like Magic

If there is one thing people should know about you is that you’re not captivated or taken easily. Especially when it comes to crushes. But with Loki. There was an instant attraction, on both parts.

Not that either of you have ever done anything about it though. It’s a known fact to you both that feelings are there and Loki has pretty much made it his mission to tease you every time you’re around him. 

The one thing he doesn’t know though, is the effect his long black hair has on you. The way you fantasise about running your fingers through it, about pulling on it when things get heated. But that will never happen. He’s too complicated for commitment apparently.

You make your way over to a café, you made plans with him for lunch today. He was desperate to get away from his family and you were more than happy to be his distraction. Despite it not being in the way you imagine. It’s still something. 

As you take your seat, you pull your book out, a classic. Romeo and Juliet, if you’re going to wait for him, you might as well do some reading. Feed the brain and all that business. 

“Always got a book in your hands” you hear, moving the book down slightly and just showing your eyes. It’s him.

“Always late”

“Touché” 

He takes his seat, glancing over the menu whilst you return the book to your bag before doing the same. Once you’ve come to the conclusion of what you want, you order. Plus drinks too, of course.

“So, what is it you’re reading this time then?” he asks, showing as much enthusiasm and interest as he usually does. He always likes to keep up with you and what you’re doing.

“Romeo and Juliet” you smirk, knowing exactly what he’s about to say to you, you’ve heard it a thousand times before.

He runs his fingers through his silky smooth locks as he opens his mouth to respond “again? how many times is that now?” 

You just roll your eyes at him, refusing to answer. But the truth is, you’ve lost count. You can’t help it, you love what you love. Being a hopeless romantic is incurable, not that you would try to cure it if you had the chance.

“Let’s just eat, shall we?” you raise a brow at him and he does as you suggest, digging into his food instantly, as do you.

During lunch, you ask him about the latest with his family. He tells you all about Odin favouring Thor again. 

You can’t help but feel bad for him. He’s always tossed aside, like he doesn’t mean anything. You wish you could help that, rectify it but you can’t. All you can do is be there when he needs to talk. You still remain the only person in his life that he can open up to. That’s saying something, right?

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear whilst flicking another strand out of his face. That hair is your literal weakness. 

It’s something you simply cannot explain. But it does things. Things that you could never repeat out loud. 

Especially not to him. 

But little do you know, Loki can hear everything inside that pretty little head of yours as he watches you eat. The way you’re sitting back into the chair, one leg over the other. So well put together, so graceful but your thoughts are far from it.

In fact, he’s known about your dirty fantasies for a while but he chooses not to say a word. Mostly due to the fact that he wouldn’t know how to bring it up but also because he would never want to embarrass you. He cares for you. 

Deeply in fact.

So he waits around for the perfect timing to say something in the best way he can. 

Whilst he waits, intruding on your thoughts. You think some more. 

About all the ways his hair turns you on, all the ways it could come in handy in the bedroom. 

His lips curl up into a satisfied smile, catching your attention.

“What’s that smile for?” you ask, kicking his leg gently.

“Oh, nothing really” 

Something tells you, that’s a lie “no, it’s clearly something? Tell me”

He just shakes his head, denying you the pleasure of the reason behind his smile. You just pout, hoping it’ll help but it doesn’t. Unlucky. You finish eating and both stand up ready to say goodbye and part ways. He pulls you into a hug, making you feel small compared to him. He’s so much taller.

“Same time tomorrow?” 

“How about we have lunch at my place?” you suggest, nervously gritting your teeth and awaiting his response.

“Sure” he agrees before turning on his heels and walking away. You feel weak in your knees as you rush back home. Time to continue reading. 

Loki gets home and as he stands in his mirror, brushing his hair. He’s reminded of your thoughts, the way you were practically drooling just looking at his hair. 

The way you were flustered. 

What if he could intensify that? Have you begging to touch it, feel it in your hands. 

Wait. He knows a way that he can make that a possibility. 

He racks his brain for a couple second before remembering a spell. 

Once he gets it mastered, he puts the spell into place, on his hair. Causing it to grow a couple more inches, it’s now just to his chest. Not much longer, but a noticeable change. One you’re sure to love. Just what he wants. 

He cannot wait for tomorrow now. This should do the trick intended.

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You rush around, tidying after yourself and the mess you made yesterday after lunch. You don’t want Loki coming in to a mess. Not that he’d judge.

The second you finish, there’s a knock at the door, making you jump out of your skin. You pass the mirror on the way to the door and you check yourself out before opening up to reveal the man himself.

“Afternoon” he grins, stepping in and waiting for you to lead him to the kitchen where all the food waits. As he takes his seat, you glance at his hair, it’s longer. Sexier somehow. You don’t recall it being that long yesterday. 

How does he do that? How does he have you so captivated? Not even just because of his hair. But because of how he carries himself, how he speaks, how he walks. Everything about him draws you in.

“You okay?” he asks, a smug tone in his voice, on purpose. He can hear your thoughts once again. The spell is definitely paying off. Nows the time.

“So you like my hair then”

You almost choke on your water, looking up, your eyes meeting his “what?” you ask, wanting to know if what you heard was correct.

“My hair? You like it, don’t you?” 

You feel your cheeks heating up, the panic filling you. You can’t deny it.

“I do, why?” play it cool Y/N.

“Why do you like it?”

You widen your eyes, standing up to bring some more food to the table and filling your plate “it’s just really nice”.

He chuckles, clearly not accepting your answer.

“So you don’t wish you could touch it? Tug on it in let’s just say, intimate situations” 

Okay, now you’re mortified. 

What could possibly give him that impression? How does he know that? 

“Have you been reading my diary? How could you possibly know that” you blurt out, regretting it right away and covering your mouth with your hands.

He gets up from the table “your diary?” he asks, walking past you and into the next room where he spies a book on the coffee table. He wastes no time in picking it up, all whilst you’re trying to retrieve it. 

He starts reading it out loud.

“Dear diary,

What am i to do about this? 

What am i to do about Loki? That man has all this power over me and i’m struggling to be mute about my feelings, about the things i want to do to him”

You jump up, screaming at him to give it back but he just holds it higher. Not letting up.

“Loki, stop. Please” 

He brings it back down to your reach but before you can even take it, he pulls it behind his back “not so fast. When were you planning to tell me all of this? What sort of things were you talking about?”

“That’s private”

“It’s about me pretty boy, i think if it concerns me then i have a right to know”

You gulp, twiddling your thumbs as you avoid his gaze.

“I just meant that um, if there was ever a situation where um, we would kiss. That your hair, would be great to tug on. I’m sorry, i’m so embarra-”

Before you can finish the sentence, his lips are on yours. The last result you anticipated. But boy is it just how you imagined it to be. Actually no, that’s a lie. It’s a million times better. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, he drops the diary to the floor and his hands grip your face. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces. Like it was always meant to be. 

You break away, your hands find purchase on his chest, your pinky fingers touching his hair.

And that’s when your whole body shivers. His forehead rests to yours, his breath fans your face.

“That certainly took a different turn” you let out a deep breath.

He seconds that “a turn that is most welcome” 

He pecks your lips once more “why didn’t you tell me about all of this pretty boy?” 

The name turns you on.

“Nerves mostly, not wanting to ruin the friendship and besides you made it clear you weren’t ready for anything” you explain

“But for you, that would have changed”

“Am i dreaming right now? Pinch me please” 

He can’t help himself, his right hand glides down to the spot just above your ass. He takes his finger and thumb, doing as you asked and making you squeal. 

“I’m sorry, was you not serious?”

You shove him playfully and attempting to walk away, not so fast though.

He pulls you back, attacking your lips in a less than family friendly way. More of a make out session.

A lip biting, tongue battling kiss. All consuming and breath stealing. 

The kind of kiss that everyone dreams of having with their crush. The kind of kiss that just like in the movies and books, leaves you seeing fireworks or stars. 

The way his lips move with yours, so effortlessly and so soft against each other. 

His hand remains on your lower back while the other still cups your face. You lean into him as a whisper like moan fills his mouth, causing him to smile into the kiss. Your hands finally get to run through his hair. And boy does it feel good to tug at it too, pulling him deeper into the kiss, if that’s even possible.

This is everything you could have wanted.

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[undergrounddweller89]

It's another late at night one between them because reasons, I don't need to explain myself *flips a tiny table*

Killian stood there infront of the fridge, looking over it's contents, he was hungry, he wanted to snack on something...but all Beckett had in his fridge was...health food...he could really murder someone for a piece of cake, chocolate, chips...sleep couldn't find him and he couldn't find it.

He reached in deciding on some fruit flavoured yogurt, he would have preferred ice cream but such is life apparently.

A claw tapping on the fridge door it was a low one the top half a freezer and yes he had looked in there.

The clock ticked loudly for some reason when it was night time, glancing over at the kitchen door, thinking that each tick would be the one to wake Beckett....now if he was on the table for something he could eat, he'd devour him.

Heh there was definitely something between his thighs he'd like to snack on but why would Beckett so much as look at him.

He had been permitted to move in with Walter, of course the scientist had seemed eager, to let him live there, he'd been his first Misson...heh...First villain, did that mean he took his spyginity...fuck he was glad no one could hear that dumbass comment, he even groaned at himself and here he was still standing with the yogurt in hand, wearing nothing, usually he would put on a pair of boxers as a courtesy to Walter but there was little chance that he'd wake up....

"Tristan?"

When he'd heard Becketts voice he tapped the side of his neck, didn't want to give the young man nightmares with his deformed face.

"You know you don't need to do that Tristan."

Walter smiled, sleepily rubbing at one eye.

Killian only made a sound but he did look at him, looks like he'd borrowed one of his shirts...again, but he never complained, they practically swallowed him, they were so baggy on his lithe form it was...was it possible for something to be sexy cute because if so Walter was the damn epitome.

"Was you looking for something to eat, not much in here, should go out tomorrow."

Killian replied matter of factly.

"Oh, sorry, I'm still getting used to making sure there's actually food in the house...I'll go tomorrow...you can come with if you want."

The young man shifted from foot to foot, tugging the shirt down, did Killian have to look so pretty, even with resting bitch face.

"Sounds like a plan...I have not exactly ventured out much

Killian looked Walter up and down, oh yes the perfect snack right there, but out of reach...right?

His robotic eye glowing a brighter blue as he thought of swiping everything off the table and planting Walter on it...did it make him a terrible man that from the moment he'd stepped on him in Venice, when he'd made the comment about having fun he'd absolutely would have done his damnedest to seduce him if he had not been a man on a mission, not blinded by hate for Sterling, he was still baffled by the fact Walter even let him live in the same space as him considering he'd tried to kill him...

twice...

Yes it made him terrible in his opinion.

Perhaps he'd even fantasised about Walter turning at the last minute, instead of deactivating his arm, he could have carried him off somewhere and made him his...

apprentice.

"Hey, Killian, Earth to Mcford, you're gonna ruin the contents of what we do have in the fridge if you leave it open like that, mind closing it."

Walter chuckled reaching up and tapping Killian's nose.

"I can't do that Beckett."

Tristan answered sheepishly, god what was it about Beckett that made him like this...smart, sweet, unique, he really was a light in the world he'd missed, never knew he needed until he knew he needed him.

Walter stepped forward and Killian shifted a little and sucked in his lips, well that was not what he expected the younger man to do, there was a long moment of silence as Walter looked down at him, problem was he liked Beckett looking, liked that he was staring at all of him and it was becoming obvious.

"You know Killian, I wouldn't mind a late night snack myself...I mean if the feeling's mutual."

Killian nearly dropped the yogurt, hands flailing to catch the plastic container, surprisingly being the Villain was easy, being hit on by a five ft nine scientist who looked like the wind could blow him over apparently had him...well like this.

He watched as Walter moved back a little, tucking his hair behind his ear, feeling somewhat embarrassed, oh perhaps he was wrong, that there hadn't been moments or lingering touches, maybe he'd imagined he'd found Killian staring at him

"Sorry, weirdos probably don't do it for you, probably like either some big guy like yourself or a lady with-"

Killian tossed the yogurt back in the fridge and closed the door, oh yes he'd found the exact snack he wanted.

Walter squeaked at the sudden action but when Tristan pulled him forward, claws pulling the front of the shirt to do so he didn't fight, he sank into that kiss, apparently both of them were starving, he reciprocated eagerly, hands sliding along his back, finger tips over scars, Walter could feel him pressed against his thigh, slowly moving.

Tristans hands felt so big on his waist, the man could engulf him entirely and do with him as he pleased, he wanted to surrender to him but the moment he felt his fingers on his bare skin he giggled making Tristan stop.

"Beckett, what is it?"

He looked at him dead serious and was trying not to be offended, had he done something Walter found funny.

"Your hands are cold, you're cold after standing in front of the fridge."

Walter smiled, it was so warm and kind that Tristan couldn't help but smile just a little to.

The machine lights from Becketts home made devices were lined with glowing lights, a soft blue highlighting them both, each of them just marveling at the others beauty, silence passing, just the rising and falling of their chests showing that either of them were alive, still, lost in that moment.

Walter took Killian's hands holding them, leaning up to kiss him sweetly, he kissed his lips, his jaw and then his neck where the sensors were, triggering the masking tech, revealing his true face once more.

Killian instinctively went activate it again, he didn't want Walter to see him like that when they were like this...scarred and ugly...

Walter stopped him, capturing his hand in a gentle clasp stopping him from turning it on again

"You don't need to hide yourself from me...I know it doesn't mean much but to me-"

Killian looked at the hand that held his, watching as it moved, letting go of him to caress his face, to trace the marred flesh between metal plating, over his scalp, leaning into his touch, pressing himself closer a thigh pressed between Walter's thighs a playful smile couldn't help creep up on him, so the scientist was going commando.

His eyes closed as Walter caressed what he hated...some how his touch, so affectionate, so tender, Killian knew he'd do anything for Beckett...he felt fingers teasing the line between scarred flesh and where his hair began, making him shiver that felt lovely, so very wonderful his spine tingling, moaning softly.

"Tristan..."

"Hmm?"

Killian returned still leaning into his touch.

"Don't ever let anyone ever tell you, you're not beautiful..."

Killian's eye fluttered open as the robotic one flickered on when he heard that, something in his chest ached...it was a beautiful kind of pain and he'd known it only once before...oh when had that happened...when had he fallen in love with Walter Beckett?

Cupping Walters face kissing him again, slow and passionate, adjusting himself again so their hips lined, claws on his hip.

"You gonna strip me down to Tristan, body heat is best shared when both people are-"

Killian ripped the shirt open from the neck down, looking like a predator who wanted to consume him entirely

"I thought you liked that shirt!?"

Was the response Killian got but he only grinned

"Oooh Beckett, I think it should be obvious by now, I love what's underneath more."

"Promise you'll call in the morning?"

Walter teased.

Killian paused he noticed the tinge of vulnerability, lifting his chin

"Whoever it was that didn't call you, I'll kill them, you just have to say the word."

Walter shouldn't feel so secure in his hands, so safe, this man had more than once tried to kill him, he did though, he felt as if nothing could hurt him here in this moment.

"They even called me weirdo."

"Tell me a name Beckett, I'll make sure it hurts when I end them."

He growled, there was something though in Walter's look a strange sort of expression and smile on his face.

"I already did, now...are you going to take me to bed or are we both destined to freeze in our kitchen."

Killian's heart was racing at that answer, wonder boy wasn't so perfect after all, oh, oh he was going to absolutely ravish him

"Tristan."

"Yes Beckett?"

Killian answered, face buried against his neck, biting softly at his pale flesh, Walter's hands on him, hips pressed together, feeling him, his warmth, everything.

"Make sure I still feel it In the morning...I want to ache and know it's because of you."

Ohhh Killian was more than happy to comply with his wishes he picked him up, they barely made it upstairs to Tristans room, anyone outside might fear a murder was happening, neither of them holding back, finally giving in to what had always been there, primal and urgent, aching, sating a desire that had been festering between them until the dam broke and the idea of being separated was painful, they shared themselves to the fullest, subdued and weakened by want of one another...no matter what the future held after this, after everything no matter what.

Tristan Killian Mcford belonged to Walter Beckett and Walter Beckett belonged to Tristan Killian Mcford, they were one, they could not define beginning and end between them, one breath only to be exhaled by the other.

Yes to put it simply.

They loved each other.

(Also got tipsy half way through writing this xD)

[yaimlight]

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader / Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

Rating: teen - light swearing, angst, unrequited love

Cross post on AO3. Find me under LokiLover89

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was meant to be writing the next instalment for Twos Company but I wasn’t really feeling it. A new friend suggested I put it aside and try something new so I did and this happened. Turns out I couldn’t focuse on a romance because I was after a tragedy.

Katsuki slumped forward on the bar, his elbows digging in as knocked back his whisky and signalled the bar tender for another. The whole time he kept his eyes trained on the mirror behind the bar, watching as the happy couple laughed and clung to one another. His eyes tracked her every movement watching as he smile got wider, a pink tinge to her cheeks as she held out her left hand for all to see, the diamond on her engagement ring sparkling in the light.

He grunted as the bar tender placed another drink down in front of him, taking the empty glass away. Katsuki snatched the glass up quickly, draining half of it in one go. He was drinking too much, had lost count after glass number six and that had been half an hour ago but he couldn’t take it anymore. Katsuki knew if he carried on he would probably end up making a fool of himself, probably end up hurting people he cared about but he needed to drown out his feelings and the open bar seemed like a good placed to do that.

Y/N laughed, her face lighting up with it and Katsuki’s breath caught. She truly was beautiful, fucking perfect in his eyes. He wanted to be the reason for her smiles, wanted to be the one who could make her laugh like that. He wanted to be the one to kiss her and hold her tight, be the one she went home with every night and got to say I love you. Katsuki wanted all that and more and the bitter taste of jealousy and despair filled his mouth, making it feel like he was chewing on ash. His grip tightened on the glass as Katsuki finished off his drink and practically slammed the glass down whilst demanding another from the annoyed looking bartender.

“Bakubro!” Eijiro exclaimed loudly, flinging his arm over Katsuki’s shoulder and pulling the reluctant blonde tighter against him. He grunted at the action, swaying on his feet as he shoved the laughing man away from him. “Get off me shitty hair” he growled out angrily. The redhead went with a smile, turning to lean against the bar and waved to get the bartenders attention. Neither of them said anything as they waited for their drinks and Katsuki had to force himself to keep his eyes from straying to Y/N. He had been so caught up watching her that he hadn’t even noticed the other man leaving her side until it was too late to make a run for it. He hadn’t necessarily been avoiding Eijiro but he hadn’t been seeking out his company either, not wanting to bring the others good mood down.

“This is crazy huh? Man I can’t believe she said yes” Eijiro laughed, smiling brightly as he took a swig of his beer. Katsuki just grunted, sipping at he own now double whiskey. How the idiot had ever thought she would say no was beyond Katsuki. Everyone could see how smitten they were with each other. The thought was bitter in his mind, dark and twisting until his head hurt. He was a horrible person, an even worse friend. Eijiro had just gotten engaged, Katsuki should be happy for him but instead all he felt was a bitter and all-consuming jealousy that felt like it was going to suffocate him. He should leave.

He knocked back the last of his drink, placing the empty glass down before pushing himself up. He felt light headed, his mind and vision a little hazy around the edges. He had drunk too much but his heavy eyes still managed to find Y/N in the mirror, her smile still bright as she laughed with Mina and Jiro. “I need to go” he grumbled under his breath, not caring if Eijiro heard him or not. This should be a happy night, a time for celebration and him being here would just bring everything down. He hadn’t taken more than two steps before a hand was curling around his bicep and pulling him back.

Katsuki growled out in warning. “Get the fuck off me shitty hair” he snapped, yanking his arm out the other man’s hold. “You can’t go yet” he whined, a nervous look in his eyes. Huffing Katsuki folded his arms over his chest and stood up straighter, glaring down at his friend and trying to make himself look as intimidating as possible. It had never worked on the idiot before so why Katsuki thought it would now was beyond anyone’s guess. “Why the fuck not?” he spat out angrily. He just wanted to go home and drink until he passed out, until his mind was blissfully blank and numb.

Eijiro offered him a shy smile, rubbing nervously at the back of his neck and Katsuki’s stomach twisted as dread shoved his anger aside. “Well. You’re my best friend, more like a brother than anything and I can’t imagine going through this without you. I want you to be my best man” Eijiro asked sincerely and Katsuki actually felt the bile rising up his throat. This was too much, a fucking nightmare that just wouldn’t go away. Katsuki had thought it bad enough when the redhead had asked him along to help look for an engagement ring, the two of them going from shop to shop until Katsuki had spotted the perfect one.

It had caught his eye instantly, a thin rose gold band with a square cut dim and in the middle but it had been set on its points. It wasn’t an overly large diamond but it was the largest one on the ring, six smaller diamonds set either side that tapered off to be set into the band. It was simple and elegant and perfect, glistening under the bright lights of the store and he had been able to imagine on Y/Ns finger instantly, could picture the way it would sparkle and shimmer with every movement she made.

Katsuki had thought that would be the worst part but then he had had to listen to the idiot panic about how to ask her and after weeks of listening to him go on and on Katsuki had finally snapped. He had told Eijiro exactly how he would do it. What restaurant to go to even what wine to fucking order. He told him where to go afterwards, down to the cherry blossom lined river that lead out to a massive fountain that was always lit up at this time of year at night. He told Eijiro exactly what he would say to her as well, how he would tell Y/N how amazing she was, how her smile could light up his life like the first warm rays of sun after a cold and bitter winter and how his life didn’t seem worth it if she wasn’t there. He had spilt his feelings to his friend and Eijiro had said how beautiful it had been then proceeded to tease him about his hidden romantic side, completely unaware that Katsuki had meant every word.

He had thought it bad enough that she now wore the ring Katsuki had picked, had been proposed to the way Katsuki would have if it had been him but it was so much worse because now Eijiro wanted him to stand next to him at the alter and watch her walk towards him in a wedding dress and know that she wasn’t walking to him, wasn’t going to be devoting her life to him until their last breaths. He couldn’t do it, didn’t want to do it. It was be fucking torture, not to mention cruel but he knew he would because Eijiro was his fucking friend and it wasn’t his fault that Katsuki was so fucked up. He deserved a better friend than Katsuki but he had picked him for some reason and the blonde couldn’t disappoint him like that no matter how much it would hurt him.

Katsuki just stood there, staring at Eijiro with his hands clenched at his side, nails digging into his palms. “I...” Katsuki started to speak but Eijiro cut him off, placing his hands on his chest and smiling widely. “You don’t need to answer now. Just think about it. I’ve been a nervous mess through this and you’ve really helped me though it man”. Katsuki dug his nails in harder, the sharp sting of pain in his hands accompanied by the ice shard he felt digging into his chest. “It’s nothing” he ground out through clenched teeth, wanting this conversation over as quickly as possible.

Eijiro smiled, patting him on the chest before twisting and grabbing his beer and a glass of wine that he hadn’t noticed before. “You’re the best bro. I couldn’t have done this without you” he said cheerfully, his smile getting wider and showing off his incredibly sharp teeth. Katsuki could feel himself cracking as the redhead’s thanks and praise splitting his resolve to keep his feelings to himself but before Katsuki could crush their friendship into dust Eijiro was talking again, taking a few steps away from the bar. “I better go deliver this, don’t want to keep the future Mrs Kirishima waiting” he beamed and then he was gone, disappearing between the crows to go find Y/N.

Katsuki watched him go, suddenly feeling like his stomach was full of bricks. Growling he turned back to the bar, getting the bartenders attention once more but instead of getting a glass Katsuki took the whole bottle, snatching that and his previous glass off the bar top before stalking around the edges of the room until he found an empty booth in a relatively dark corner of the room. He sank into the soft and worn leather, half filling his glass and slumping forward, his eyes instantly finding Y/N and Eijiro amongst the crowed of well-wishers that had gathered in the small bar to congratulate them.

They looked good together, to annoyingly bright and happy people, smiling and laughing. Katsuki hated it. Hated how he couldn’t stop imagining himself in Eijiro’s place, his arm wrapped around Y/Ns waist as they huddled together, her loving gaze turned towards Katsuki as she retold the story of how he had proposed time and time again. He hatted every second he spent wallowing and fantasising yet he couldn’t seem to stop, the bitter taste of longing lodging in his throat. So as the night went on Katsuki drunk, slowly making his way through the bottle, his mind and body getting heavier under the excessive amounts of alcohol.

At some point the floor of the bad had become a dance floor and despite his angry protests Mina had dragged him from his secluded corner and forced him to take part it there stupidness and for the most part it had been okay. He had gotten lost to his friends idiocy, even managing a laugh when dunce face had crashed into the back of Deku and caused him spill his drink all down the candy canes pristine white shirt. It had been funny, even more so when Denki had made things worse in his haste to help by knocking the stuck up pricks glass of red wine down his front as well. The whole incident had improved his foul mood considerably but Katsuki wasn’t so lucky these days and the reality of his situation had come crashing back down around him when a panting and smiling Eijiro had slung his arm over Katsuki’s shoulder, his slightly drunken friend explaining his love and admiration for the blonde loud enough for most the room to hear before promptly informing Katsuki he needed to piss.

This wouldn’t normally be a problem, Katsuki shrugging the other man off and yelling at him for over sharing but before he could even utter a word of his disgust Eijiro was shoving him across the floor, his hands rock hard on Katsuki’s shoulders as he forced him towards Y/N insisting that his best friend, his best man keep his future wife company whilst he was gone. Katsuki had panicked, had seen the look of alarm in Y/Ns eyes as Eijiro had tried to shove them together. Both of them had tried to convince the red head that neither of them had needed to others company but he had insisted, sprouting some bullshit about his best man and his best girl spending time together as they were the two most important people in his life and he wanted them to get along. Both of them had gone quiet at that, neither of them looking at the other as Eijiro placed Katsuki’s hands on Y/Ns waist and hers on the blonde’s shoulders. He walked away with a laugh and a bright smile, jokingly yelling at Katsuki not to get to comfortable because he would be back soon enough to take his place not realising how both of them went stiff at his teasing words. It was awkward and horrible, the two of them just stood there as other couples around them danced to the slow love song and Katsuki desperately wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. This was all his fault.

Huffing and gritting his jaw Katsuki reluctantly started to move, well aware of people watching them and waiting to see what would happen. It was a well-known fact amongst their friends that though he and Y/N didn’t dislike one another they didn’t necessarily like one another either. There had always been a tension there, a reluctance to spend time together, especially in such close proximity they just didn’t know why. They moved to the music, barely even moving as they awkwardly shuffled, still neither of them looking at one another.

He felt stiff, his hands twitching as he tried to keep his grip light but it was difficult, having her this close. He could smell the faint sweet vanilla of her perfume, a gift from Eijiro last Christmas that Katsuki had helped pick. He could feel the heat coming off of her, no more so then where they were touching. They were close, to close really but he couldn’t help himself, his thumbs brushing ever so slightly against her sides. The last time he had touched her was months ago, Katsuki catching her as she tripped whilst they had all been hiking on a rare couple of days off together. He had been lagging behind, his eyes firmly fixed on her ass in her shorts as he berated himself for being so fucking weak. There hadn’t been anyone else there to help as she had slipped, arms flailing as she fell back and right into Katsuki’s waiting arms.

She had looked up at him with wide and surprised eyes, her back pressed firmly against his front. Her cheeks had been red, both from the exertion of the climb and the panic of falling, her chest heaving as she breathed deeply, sweat sliding down her neck and disappearing between her breasts. He had been struck by her beauty then, the sun shining down on them, bright and hot and he had felt it as clear as anything, the desire to hold on and never let go. His head had been half way bent down towards her, Y/Ns eyes going wide and he had been able to feel her surprise and panic. Then Eijiro had been calling out, Katsuki snapping out of his stupor and had practically shoved Y/N away from him and into the redhead’s arms. He had stormed ahead after that, yelling at Y/N to watch where she was going because he wouldn’t help her again. The feel of her in his arms had stayed there long after they had parted ways that night and like the pathetic mess he was Katsuki had let his mind wonder that night to what would have happened if it had just been them and he hadn’t let her go. He knew tonight would be the same.

“You don’t have to do this”. Her quiet voice cut through his thoughts and for the first time since they had been forced into each other’s arms Katsuki looked at her. Y/N looked back at him but she wasn’t smiling any more. She looked up at him with a mix of feelings. Pain, sadness, understanding but none more so obvious than pity. “Yes I do” he growled out, his anger getting the best of him. He didn’t need nor want her pity. She frowned, a small spark of anger flashing in her eyes that mirrored his own and Katsuki briefly wondered if it was his, her quirk picking up on it and making it her own.

They glared at one another for a few long and tense moments, both of them stubborn and refusing to give in. Finally though Y/N sighed, tearing her gaze away from his to look off at something over his shoulder. “It’s not fair of him to ask it of you” she sighed, still not meeting Katsuki’s intense gaze. He scoffed at her remark. “Would you rather I tell him why I shouldn’t fucking do it?” he snarled out. She had the good sense to look a little sheepish, keeping her mouth thankfully shut. “That’s what I thought” he snapped, finally able to tear his gaze away from her.

Things felt even tenser now than they had before, Katsuki feeling on edge like he did before a fight. This wasn’t her fault. No Katsuki was the only person who could shoulder the blame for their current situation but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hate her just a little bit for making him fall so completely for her. It hadn’t always been that way though. The first time he meet her he had brushed her off, to consumed with his job and being his usual rude and abrasive self. The same had gone for the second and third time he had seen her but the fourth time had been different. They had been paired together for a rescue mission, Y/N assigned to him because of her quirk and his abrasive nature. It had been three days of constant work as they looked for survivors after a building collapsed and by the end of it Katsuki had fallen hard but it had already been too late by then. He had gone to Eijiro for advice on how to ask the women out and instead had found Y/N, all laughter and smiles and dressed only in one of the redhead’s many Crimson Riot tees. He had lost his chance long before he even knew he had had one.

He felt the pain and sorrow he had been feeling ease slightly, like a balm had been applied to sooth a burn. Not getting rid of the pain but lessening it slightly. He let out the breath he didn’t realise he had been holding in one big rush, some of the tension he had been feeling easing slightly. It wasn’t real, wasn’t even his own feelings but he welcomed it none the less. Katsuki wished it would go deeper though, wished it would smother everything he was feeling and leave him numb. “Make it stop” he whispered. He sounded desperate to his own ears, his voice cracking slightly as he begged for something he knew wasn’t possible. She was only an empath, able to manipulate others emotions but she couldn’t erase them all together.

“I wish I could” she answered just as softly and Katsuki once more turned to look down at her. She looked so sad and broken as she gazed back at him. He hatted that he was the one to make her look like that. All he ever wanted was to make her smile but he never had. No all he did was make her sad and nervous, uncomfortable to be around him. “I wish I could give you that Katsuki. You deserve so much more than this”. At some point one of her hands had moved from his shoulder, her palm pressing against his cheek. Her skin was soft and warm and despite knowing better Katsuki let his eyes fall closed and leaned into the touch, nuzzling against her. He shouldn’t be doing it, they were in the middle of a crowded room, any one could see him but his alcohol clouded mind didn’t allow him much time to worry about it, to busy trying to commit to memory how soft her skin felt against him.

“I’m sorry” she mumbled, her voice breaking slightly. Katsuki reluctantly opened his eyes, reaching up with both hands to pry her hand away from him. At some point they had stopped moving, the two of them stilling as a sombre aura seemed to settle over them. Around them people still laughed and danced, seemingly unaware or uncaring of what was happening between the two of them. Katsuki had to wonder if maybe that was her doing, pushing their feelings of happiness and excitement higher so they wouldn’t notice them.

“It’s not your fault” he mumbled. He held her hand in his, hiding it between them and looking down at it with a frown. The engagement ring glinted in the light, almost like it was taunting him. He ran his thumb over her knuckles, knocking against the ring. Her skin was soft and smooth under his thumb and he wanted to feel more of her, wanted to know if she was that soft all over. Without giving it another thought he slid his had high, flipping her hand over so he could no longer see the stupid diamonds. His fingers dancing along her wrist, feeling her pulse thumping away under her delicate skin. “It’s not your fault” he whispered again, his voice barely audible as he pressed his thumb down just to feel her pulse flutter. He wanted it to be because she welcomed his touch, liked the feel of him as much as he liked the feel of her but he knew it was probably nerves, Y/N keeping track of his emotions so she could stop him if he tried to take things too far.

Maybe this was already too far, pushing his luck whilst he was too drunk to properly keep control over his desires. He would regret all of this come morning when he was hung over and his mouth felt and tasted like something had crawled into his mouth and died. He would lay in bed going over everything he was doing now and hate himself for it, scream and shout and berate himself till he was red in the face and his head felt like it would explode. He would regret all of this but now, stood here before Y/N he couldn’t find it in him to stop, his fingers slowly working their way up her exposed arm.

“Katsuki” she said softly, placing her other hand over his and stopping his movements. Blinking stupidly Katsuki slowly turned to look at Y/N. She was smiling sadly at him, that look of pity back in her eyes and quickly Katsuki snatched his hands back, stepping away from her and looking around nervously. Fuck what was he doing? This was stupid, he was being stupid. Anyone could have seen them, would have been able to take one look at him and known how he felt.

Panicking Katsuki turned to make a quick escape but he didn’t get far. Y/N grabbed his arm, her grip tight and keeping him in place. Growling Katsuki tensed, his hands balling into fists again. “Let go of me” he growled but all Y/N did was tighten her grip, her fingers digging into his arm through his shirt. “No” she snapped, sounding angry now. Snarling Katsuki yanked his arm out of her hold and spun back round to face her. “What do you want from me?” he snarled, towering over her. He could see the small flicker of fear in her eyes, Y/N taking a slight step back and his heart fucking broke. People were looking, could feel their eyes on him but he couldn’t care less right now. People already thought of him as an asshole so why not give them exactly what they wanted?

When she didn’t say anything Katsuki scoffed and stormed from the room, this time Y/N letting him go. He slammed past people, not caring when they cried out in indignation. He had to get the fuck out of there before he made things even worse. “Hey Bakubro” Eijiro called excitedly as Katsuki got closer to him, smiling wide but it soon feel as he caught sight of the look on the blondes face. “What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, eyes darting past Katsuki and he knew then that Y/N was following him. “I’m leaving” he snarled out, his shoulder slamming into the redheads on his way past.

“What the hell man!” he called out angrily as he stumbled to the side but Katsuki didn’t stop, storming from the bar and out into the cool night. The fresh air made him feel dizzy, the underlying feeling of nausea getting stronger but still he didn’t stop even as he stumbled. Finally though he came to a stop as he rounded the corner of the building and had stumbled half way down the side street. His anger finally run out and Katsuki collapsed back against the wall with a groan. He was fucking everything up. Eijiro was going to hate him after tonight and Katsuki would deserve it.

Screaming he slammed his fist against the wall, the rough stone slicing his knuckles open and leaving his hand throbbing. Cursing he cradled his arm against his chest, glaring down as blood began to drip over his fingers and onto the floor. “Well, that was clever” came a sarcastic and familiar voice from behind and Katsuki spun round snarling to find Y/N standing a few paces behind him, arms crossed and looking at him like he was an idiot. “Fuck off” he snapped, turning away from her and beginning to storm away from her. “Charming as always” she drawled sarcastically and Katsuki snapped.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he spun round to glare at her. Everything fell silent apart from his ragged breathing. His chest was heaving and his hand throbbing and he was fucking done with this shit. He just wanted to go home and pretend this night had never fucking happened. Y/N looked startled, eyes wide and body tensed but it didn’t last. Sighing her shoulders slumped, her arms unfolding and falling to her sides. “We can’t keep doing this Katsuki”.

Katsuki felt his heart stutter at her tone of voice, sounding both determined and resigned to what was happening. “He’s worried about you, wanted to come after you himself but I thought it best that he didn’t”. Katsuki grunted at that, looking down at his feet in shame. Of course the idiot would be worried about him, probably thinking something was wrong that he could fix but there was no fixing this, not by Eijiro anyway. “I don’t want to come between you and him Katsuki. Your friendship means a lot to him and I don’t want to ruin that”. Katsuki winced at her soft and pleading words, that feeling of nausea back again but a thousand times worse. It wasn’t her coming between them it was him and his stupid fucking feelings. She shouldn’t be the one worried about ruining anything because all she had done was fall in love with a good man and been nice to his friends. It wasn’t her fault that Katsuki didn’t know how to handle his feelings and was falling apart at the seams.

“I’m leaving” she sighed and Katsuki’s head snapped up, eyes wide and full of panic. Y/N looked back at him with sad determination and he didn’t know what to do. What did she mean she was leaving? Leaving now or leaving, leaving? Surely if it was the latter than she would have said they were leaving, her and Eijiro but she hadn’t. “I’ve taken a job in America. Three months to help with the relief efforts after the last super villain attack” she explained and something in Katsuki eased. She wasn’t leaving all together but she was leaving.

Eijiro hadn’t said anything beforehand but Katsuki actively tried to avoid talking about Y/N with him so maybe he had missed it. Or maybe she had just decided after tonight, unable to stand Katsuki and his feelings any longer so she was running, trying to put some distance between them. Katsuki wouldn’t blame her. She was an empath, could feel everything Katsuki was feeling. It must be hard to smile and play nice when Katsuki was practically forcing his feelings onto her every time they were so much as in the same room together. He was surprised she hadn’t left already, convinced Eijiro to move cities to get away from him.

His self-disgust and anger lessened, his emotions getting duller once more. Y/N fiddled with the ring on her finger, nibbling on her lip and looking nervous. He felt his own nerves spike. He knew that look. Knew she was about to say something he wouldn’t necessarily like. “I want you to be happy Katsuki and I know that me being here is difficult for you so whilst I’m gone you should...you should try” she urged stepping towards him. Katsuki didn’t even know he was shaking until she gently took hold of his hands, her fingers delicately ghosting over his already bruising knuckles.

“You’re a good man Katsuki and you deserve so much more than this so I want you to try. Meet people, go on dates, forget I even exist if you have to just please try” she pleaded desperately. At some point she had stepped in closer, letting go of his damaged hand to curl hers around his neck, her fingers sinking into his hair. Katsuki mirrored her, his large hand cupping her cheek. He pressed their foreheads together, his red eyes boring into hers. They were close, close enough that he could feel her breath against his lips. He brushed his thumb along her cheek, intense eyes trying to take in every detail he could about her.

She was right. Always was. This wasn’t the first time they had had a conversation like this, Y/N trying to urge him to meet someone else, to move on and be happy. Katsuki had tried, time and time again he had tried but no matter what he had always found himself comparing them to Y/N and they had paled in comparison. But he couldn’t keep doing it. It was unfair of him to do this to her, to Eijiro. He needed to move on, let this go and with her gone maybe he would be able to. She wouldn’t be there to keep reminding him of what he wanted but couldn’t have. They said time healed all wounds and maybe without her there he would finally be able to move on.

He probably needed the distance, would have to cut down on his time with Eijiro so he didn’t have to listen to the other man going on about how much he missed Y/N but maybe, if he was lucky, by the time the wedding rolled around he would be able to stand up there with the redhead and feel nothing but happiness for his friend. It was a long shot, would take more than three pathetically short months to get past years of longing and love but he had to do it, not only for Y/Ns and Eijiro’s sake but also for his own.

“I love you” he whispered gruffly. It was the first time he had ever said it out loud, the first time he had let his guard down enough to let it all come crashing out but if this was going to be his only chance than he needed her to hear it from his lips instead of just feeling it mixed with his shame. She smiled softly at him, her eyes sad and glistening with unshed tears. “I know”. Katsuki slammed his own eyes shut, desperately trying to stop the tears before they could fall. He loved her but she didn’t love him back. She loved Eijiro and he loved her back and that was fact.

Katsuki couldn’t say what motivated him but he found himself leaning down, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips against hers. It was a chaste kiss, their lips barely moving. His lips were chapped and it tasted slightly salty but he couldn’t tell if it was her tears or his. She kissed him back though, her grip tightening on his neck slightly and he should feel elated at the fact but it was bittersweet. It felt like a goodbye and in some sense it was. She was leaving and taking his heart with him.

Katsuki pulled back slightly, keeping his eyes closed as he took a shuddering breath. He felt a calm wash over him, his racing heart instantly slowing. Sighing he stepped back, putting some distance between them and finally opened his eyes. Y/N had tear tracks down her face, her mascara having run and her eyes now red rimmed and puffy. He wanted to reach out and pull her into his embrace, to tell her everything would be okay and she shouldn’t cry over him but he didn’t think he would be able to let her go if he got his arms around her again and he needed to let her go.

Instead all he did was grunt and nod his head. He turned his back on her, shoving his hands into his pockets and wincing at the sting of pain that shot through his hand. He didn’t pull it out though, just carried on his way, listening to the thud of his feet on the pavement below. He didn’t look back, not once even though he desperately wanted to, ever hopeful that she would still be there but he didn’t want the disappointment of finding her gone.

Katsuki didn’t stop until he got home, keeping his mind focused on nothing but the pain in his hand and the rhythmic thud of his feet. He went through the motions getting back into his apartment, kicking his shoes off and shrugging his jacket over his shoulders. He chucked his keys into the waiting bowl on the small side table and then trudged into his living room. The apartment was cold and dark and completely still. Katsuki stood in the doorway, staring out at his empty home. In that moment he felt so completely and utterly alone. He had felt it before but never this sharply.

He had put so much effort into his career over the years, pushing everything else aside in his pursuit of becoming the best and it had payed off. He was number two now, just behind Deku but that was to be expected of All Might’s successor but there had been a lot of sacrifices along the way. Despite knowing it would never happen Katsuki had often entertained what it would be like to come home to Y/N. He knew what it was like to live with her, Eijiro having told him enough and he had witnessed it himself the few times he had been unable to get out of the other man’s invites without being a complete ass.

She always greeted him with a smile and a kiss, happy that the redhead was home. If she had made it home before him dinner would normally be waiting, the smell filling the apartment and it always smelt good. The place would be warm and lived in and the gentle sound of her chattering away as they discussed their days would be welcomed. Afterwards they would sit of the sofa, cuddled together and just enjoy the other’s company until it was time to go to bed. They would each have a preferred side of the bed and he would wrap his arms around her, holding her close as they drifted off, the last thing either of them hearing being the other saying that they loved them.

It was a dream, a fantasy that had slipped out of his grasp a long time ago but tonight made it seem so final. It was strange, how hard it suddenly hit him. He felt like someone had died, like a part of his life had been snuffed out. Katsuki’s legs gave out, his back hitting the wall behind him as he sank to the floor. Tears streamed down his face, his body shaking as he sobbed. He felt like he was being cut in two, a burning knife shoved into his gut and yanked all the way up to his heart. He shoved his hands into his hair, yanking at the strands as he began to rock.

This feeling wouldn’t last forever, he knew that but as his cries echoed around the empty room all Katsuki could feel was the overwhelming sense of guilt and grief. He had no one to blame for this but himself and as he collapsed onto his side, curling in on himself on the cold floor Katsuki let it all wash over him, wallowing in his pain. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would get up and move on, take it one day at a time but for now he would suffer and lament the loss of the women he loved.

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Trick or Treat

Summary; You and Negan go on your first run since his prisonment, you find a Halloween store, choas ensures.  Pairing: Negan x Female Reader WordCount; 2,488 Warnings. NSFW Themes, no actual Smut, Strong Language, 

Written for @thewalkingdead-imagines​ Spooky Writing Challenge

It was difficult to think of a time without Negan. Although achieving where the two of you stood now hadn’t been easy. You had been with Rick from the very beginning, from the moment he reunited with Lori and Carl, throughout the prison and travelling weeks and months on the road to attempt to locate a safe place to stay. You were in the line-up when Negan made his first official appearance. 

From the moment the two of you encountered one another, you refused to back down from him. When the others kept their eyes firmly on the ground preferring to look at Negan’s boots, you were staring right at him. When he spoke to you, you spoke confidently. Negan witnessed how you pushed back the fear. You were not afraid to die for those who mattered. Negan liked you instantly. 

From your first encounter, whenever the Saviours visited Alexandria Negan demanded he was going. While his primary mission was to antagonise Rick as much as possible, there was another reason. You. Negan had become infatuated with seeing you, perhaps interacting with you. Even when you weren’t home, Negan waited for you to return 

“Well shit, there she is. Christmas has come early. Look at the at how confident she walks. Like she already knows she has me wrapped around her finger. Hello beautiful, did you miss me?” Rolling your eyes, you simply wandered past Negan, trying to get home so you could clean up. 

Negan refused to be ignored as he quickly followed you, marching into your house without so much as knocking. 

“Darlin’, while you might be my favourite out of all these shitheads, that doesn’t give you the right to ignore me.” You continued to wash your hands before making your way upstairs, you had been in no mood to deal with Negan. 

“Don’t you walk away from me?” Negan bellowed as he followed you up the stairs. 

“I presumed you were a man of intelligence. An evil, cruel, fucker but at least one who has a brain. When someone ignores you, it typically means they don’t want to interact with you. Don’t you mind, I’m about to take a bath unless you want to watch me take a much-needed shower.” 

“Don’t make an offer like that Darlin’ because that is an offer I certainly won’t refuse. I couldn’t certainly say no to some freaky deeky.” A clashing of skin on skin erupted through the silent home. Had you just slapped Negan? Suddenly fear rose your body. 

Negan’s hand gripped yours tightly as he pulled you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“If I wasn’t one hundred per cent into you before. I am now! Well shit. You are a firecracker! I bet you could certainly keep me on my toes. Tell me beautiful, are you as feisty in the sheets as you are standing in front of me.” 

“Go to hell!” You spoke through gritted teeth as Negan leaned in your breaths entwining with one another’s. Once again, you were able to meet Negan’s gaze momentarily looked down at your lips 

“Baby, I know your intelligent which is one of the things I find so sexy bout you, but you are blind. I know you're attracted to me. Maybe you want to tear my clothes off, but please at least make me some Spaghetti first. You’re going to realise that sooner rather than later, and when you do I’ll be waiting” 

The day left you reeling in confusion and anger. How dare Negan presume he knew you? However, it left you rethinking everything and you refused to acknowledge him in every sense of the word. 

Until the day came that you were forced to interact with Negan. Rick and Michonne had decided to go on a run to locate supplies for the Saviours. Negan had gone around seeing what he could take for this weeks pick up, but everything was beginning to become more and vacant. Each trip took longer and was ultimately more dangerous. 

You had been walking towards Rick’s house when you heard yelling, sprinting up the stairs, you quickly barged into the house, marching up the stairs as you pulled open the door to see Carl, trying to shield Judith. 

“What the hell is going on? Where the hell have you been? What are you doing in Rick’s house?” You yelled as both Carl and Negan turned to stare at you. 

“Well shit, there she is. Did you see that Carl, she ran into this house like a woman on a mission ready to protect you and this sweet baby girl?. I’ve missed you Darlin’. Carl over here decided he was going to try to kill all of my men, hid in one of my trucks. Hell, he killed some of my men, so I brought him home. Now you're here, why don’t you join me for dinner, with Carl of course and this angel. But before that, I need to shave. Come on” Negan brought you out of the room and straight into Rick’s bathroom.   

Negan didn’t think twice lifting you into the counter, while you protested by slapping him on the chest, Negan had you pinned between him and the mirror behind you. 

“Tell me Darlin’, have you ever given someone a wet shave?” Shaking your head. Negan instructed Carl to go ahead and fetch him a clean towel. 

“I was wondering when you’d show up as protective as ever. It is such a turn on for me. Now I want you to squirt some of that stuff into your hand and dab it onto my face.” Slowly Negan’s hand rested onto your thigh as your breath hitched. 

“Well, Shit! Your hands are soft! I wonder what the rest of your body feels like Darlin’” Rolling your eyes, you continued to run your hands over Negan’s face, focused on the task at hand. 

“That’s something you’ll never know.” Slowly, your hand began to place the shaving cream down onto Negan’s throat. 

“I think we both know that’s not true. Your heart’s racing Sweetheart and it’s not because your nervous. Perhaps what I said to you the last time hit a fucking nerve. The longer you resist me, the worse it’s going to get.” Negan leaned in, closer than the two of you had ever been. 

Suddenly, your nerves reached an all-time high as you contemplated what to do next. You had never been terrified of Negan like the others, there was always something about him that you could never pinpoint. 

“It’s adorable you believe you can handle me” Negan smirked, as Negan brushed his nose against yours in a rather gentle move. 

“I don’t know if I can try, but believe me I’ll give it my best fucking try.”  Perhaps Negan was right, perhaps you did want him., but what reasonably sane person could want such a thing after watched him bludgeon your friends to death. 

However, your body appeared to take over as your lips clashed together in a fit of passion. You would never be able to understand why you felt about Negan how you did, but you couldn’t force them down any further. 

Being together hadn’t been easy, but the two of you fought through everything, sometimes the two of you were fighting against each other. When Negan got put into his cell, the two of you struggled to work through things, but regardless even after six years the two of you pulled through.

Negan was beginning to ear his way back into the community and while it was stressful, negan was officially allowed to go on his first run. While the two of you drove further out, Negan kept his hand on your thigh drawing small circles. 

“You know baby, it feels good as shit to get out of Alexandria. Six long years of being locked in a dam cell and know we’re on the open road alone. What say we pull over and have some sweet car sex.”

“Mr Negan Sir, I’m still here.” Brandon, Negan’s keeper called out from the back, rolling your eyes you wished that this agreement didn’t come with Brandon having to come with you. 

“Kid I am well aware are, but if you’ve locked up in a cell for the past six years with little to no contact with your lady, you’d have a serious case of blue balls. Do you remember that time behind the shed after we snuck out to see one another? Fucking like a pair of horny teenagers” 

“Negan stop trying to scare the poor kid. He doesn’t need the added trauma, beside’s if I remember correctly, on that occasion you didn’t last long at all.” You're smirked as Negan gripped onto your high tightly. As Negan leant over and placed a kiss directly on your a weak spot on your neck. 

“I also remember, the next time making it up to you five times over. It had been an extremely stressful time we were at war.” Placing your hand on Negan’s knee you continued to drive. The two of you were lucky that by some miracle both of you had made it out. 

Upon arriving at the complex of shops, you parked the truck in the parking lot. Turning off the engine, all three of you jumped out of the truck. Quickly you bent over to retie your shoelace. 

“Damn Kid, I suggest you keep your eyes of my lady’s ass before I start to dislike you. I mean shit, I know it’s tempting, but only I can touch and or fantasise about that great ass that she has.” 

“Can we please start getting this done? If not we could be camping here tonight” As you began to walk away, Negan quickly caught up to you making a point to place his hand in your back pocket giving your ass a hard squeeze. As you entered a local grocery store, you grabbed a hold of the cart and began to push. 

“Do you know if we had met before the world had gone to shit, I could have guaranteed it would have been in a store just like this?” 

“Oh really, and how would that have gone. How would you have swept me off my feet?” You asked as you came across some can’s that you quickly placed into the cart. 

“Funny Meat-ing you here or what can you see in my trousers right now is not a banana, do you still wanna suck on it?” An eruption of giggles erupted from your chest. They were completely terrible. Nothing like Negan’s usual pick up lines. 

“So your pick up lines were terrible before all of this shit happened.”

“Hell no, but there is only so much grocery related humour a man can use that isn’t too corny. Say what bout you, what would you have done.” 

“Honestly I would have probably checked you out and never approached you. That would have been foolish on my part.” 

“ I would have been all over you like a bee on an ice-cream. Well then baby, I am glad that we met in these extremely fucked up times. Now let’s see what else we can find. There’s gotta be something right. ” 

Store after store, the three of you search through, from the pharmacy to the charity store, everything seemed to have already been taken, but you still took anything either of you could be useful. Until the three of you became aware of a store only up the road a little. 

“Any idea what it could be?” You questioned as it hadn’t appeared on the map. 

“No idea Darlin’, let’s go investigate. Who knows perhaps we could hit the jackpot. 

“That was not the plan Michonne set, you’re breaking the rules! If Michonne finds out, Negan is never going to be allowed back out of his cell.” Turning around abruptly, you stopped Brandon in his tracks 

“Do not tell me what Michonne will do. I’ve known Michonne a hell of a lot longer than you have. Michonne would do the same thing, If there is a possibility of more supplies, then we take it. So you either get back to the fucking truck or you come with! While we’re at it, never tell me that if I disobey a plan then Negan will never come out of his cell! You have no idea what we’ve had to endure to get here!”  Walking ahead, Negan smirked. 

“That’s my girl! One day Kid you’re going to find someone who tickles the boat the way she tickles mine.”  Brandon sighed as he caught up with the two of you. Once at boarded-up doors, you knocked four times. Nothing. 

“Everyone ready.” With Negan’s help, the two of you broke away the plyboard. Pulling the door open, you flicked on your torches, to see what you all had wandered into. 

“A Halloween Shop? Hoped for a sex shop but this isn’t too bad either. So many possibilities. Don’t you think Sweetheart?” 

“There is nothing useful here, let’s just go it will be dark soon,” Brandon complained, but this was perfect. Something entirely normal, some of the younger children in the community had never been able to experience Halloween before. 

“Sweetheart, what do you think?” Negan asked as he wrapped his arm around you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Gather everything we can put it into the truck. Costumes buckets whatever there is !” 

“What use is that going to be for anyone? It would be literal-”

“Stop right there Kid. Now go do as she says and there won’t be any trouble. You might be above me, but I know for shit you are not above someone who’s on the council. Do as she says!” Brandon stormed off in an unknown direction leaving you and Negan alone at least momentarily.

The two of you walked over to the cart section and pulled out two, before slowly walking down the first aisle. 

“I’ve changed my mind Sweetheart, we would have met here. It would have given more way more fucking material to work with.” Smiling you begin to load the trolley with Halloween lights, Eugene would be able to use the wiring.

As you stopped to pick up some tableware, you felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around you, Negan’s chest pressed tightly against your back. 

“What says we make this little expedition of ours more interesting? This place is no sex shop, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find something for later. 

We’re going to separate so no one can cheat or know what the other one is up too. We’re meeting back up was that fucking large ass pumpkin over there. Also, there is no restriction on the number of items you can find ” Negan began to place sweet and precise kisses onto your neck. 

“That sounds like a challenge, but what does the winner get?” You quipped back as you leaned into Negan’s touch. 

“Anything they want?” 

“Anything, now that does sound interesting. Get prepared to lose.” 

“Sweetheart, I never fucking lose” 

The two of you set off taking two completely directions. You had never realised how massive this store was, there were costumes everywhere, as you proceeded to pick up as many in different sizes as possible. After discovering a vacant box, you decided that everything you found for your challenge, it would go in there. Although so far you had only thought of a Sheriff’s costume and that was to antagonise Negan rather than please him. The look on his face if you told him you wanted to dress up in a costume that reminded you of Rick’s old one would be priceless. 

The first pick of yours was a sexy police officer costume with a matching inmate costume. Negan often enjoyed allowing you to take control and this for sure would allow that. 

The second outfit that you choose was a typical nurses outfit, while it might have been outdone in the past, there was no timeframe when you would ever walk into a store like this again.  

The third and fourth outfits you decided to pick up where a lumberjack and a Steampunk costume that you were certain that Negan would love. There were a couple of surprises as well. When you were certain you needed to gather more for the rest of the community. 

“Well shit baby, you have been busy. I feel like a kid on Christmas. and I can’t wait to open my presents.” Negan leaned in close to your ear.

“But your going to have to show me later because we’re being watched by that freaky kid. At least Carl would have allowed us to have some fun, he would have loved this.” 

“Your right, he would have done. So why don’t we get finished up here and spend the night in the cabin before heading off tomorrow. Then when we get home, we can have our own Halloween special.” Negan smirked. It would certainly be a Happy Halloween for him...

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When I Have You - Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

Part of Ron wished Hermione hadn’t told him the date she was due to come back, because the next few weeks dragged. Every day, he’d wake up, get ready, then he and Harry would head off to wherever it was they were asked to show up for training that day. At first, it had started with simple tasks within the Ministry, but more recently, they branched out and were taken to various locations around Britain. It was fun, but completely exhausting, and by the time they got home, neither Ron nor Harry could be bothered to cook for themselves.

Word must have reached Molly about this (perhaps through Ginny, who insisted on spending every second night sleeping over), because she now dropped by every so often with food and berating them for not eating properly.  

Ron had to admit, he was grateful for it, because on the few occasions he or Harry had attempted to make something, they had both failed miserably. 

At the end of each week, they were tested on all the new skills they’d learnt, and much to the chagrin of those who hadn’t spent many months of the last year camping and searching for Horcruxes and experiencing all kinds of Dark magic, Ron and Harry found themselves finishing with the highest marks each time. Ron had the sneaking suspicion that their fellow trainees’ initial awe in working with the Harry Potter had waned ever so slightly. 

But that didn’t bother either of them. Ron’s confidence in his ability to become an Auror had skyrocketed when he discovered he could actually do most — if not all — of the tasks asked of him. 

But slowly—very slowly—the end of July came, and it was just one day away before Hermione was due to come home. 

He’d only received one more letter from her since the first, which had mostly consisted of her being pleased that he and Harry had their own space, that she was happy training was going well, and a brief update on what was happening with her parents. 

She’d been successful in restoring their memories, and each day, more and more came back to them. They still remembered their time as their aliases as well, so Hermione was keeping them company and helping them get through their disorientation of feeling like two different people. But she said everything had gone as well as it could have. Even in the letter, Ron could tell she was pleased with herself. 

Stepping out from the fireplace after a particularly exhausting day, Ron tossed his bag on the couch and was about to collapse beside it when Ginny appeared in the room. 

“Why don’t you just move in here,” he said spitefully. It bothered him that she was staying over so often, but not nearly as much as the irritation he felt about Hermione not staying with him. He just wanted her home.

Harry stepped out a moment after Ron and grinned at Ginny standing before him. “Hey!” he said brightly, coming over to kiss her. 

Ron scowled and looked away. 

“Oh, cheer up,” Ginny said. “Why don’t you come into the kitchen?”

“Why?” Ron asked, his tone harsher then he intended. He was just so tired. “It’s not more of your cooking, I hope.”

“Shut up and just come!” Ginny said, and she and Harry left the living room. 

Ron followed reluctantly, wishing for nothing more than to go upstairs, shower, and go straight to bed. He still had two more days in the week left, and he needed a good night’s sleep. 

But the bad mood he’d felt creeping up on him disappeared the moment he stepped into the kitchen. His heart almost leapt out of his chest and he couldn’t quite believe what — or who — he was seeing. 

“Hermione!” he cried, and he didn’t waste anymore time in closing the gap between him and her. He engulfed her so tightly he wondered if she was able to breathe, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She threw herself into his hug and held on just as tightly. 

“You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow!” he then said, hugging her even tighter, afraid that if he let go, she’d disappear. 

“I know,” Hermione said warmly. “Mum and Dad reached a point where they just wanted to come home, so I arranged something with the Australian Ministry.” She pulled away and smiled up at him. She looked as tired as Ron felt, but she also looked happy. 

Not being able to help himself, he kissed her, over and over, making up for their lost month. 

“How are your parents, Hermione?” Harry asked. 

Pulling away completely from Ron — Ron shot Harry a disgruntled look — Hermione nodded and looked at him. “They’re good. As good as can be, I mean. The memory of their life in Australia is beginning to fade, and they’re starting to feel more like just themselves. It’ll be a long process, but they’ll eventually forget that they were once Monica and Wendell Wilkins and just remember being… them.” She smiled sadly around at Ron, Harry and Ginny. 

“Where are they now?” Ron asked.

“Home,” Hermione said. “I left them to settle in a bit and came over to see you all. I only got here about five minutes before you did. I’ll need to go back soon, as they sometimes have bouts of amnesia such as forgetting how to use a television or something simple like that. I don’t want them misusing knives or anything. I think it’s a side effect of altering their memories for so long, but no one can tell me if it’s temporary or permanent.” She sniffed.

Ron pulled her towards him again, wrapping his arms around her and resisting the urge to never let her go. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said.

“We all are,” Ginny added. “You’ve been missed.”

Hermione beamed at them, then glanced down at their feet, where a large, orange ball of fluff was slinking in and out between Ron's legs, purring loudly. 

Hermione gasped, bending down to pick up Crookshanks. "What's he doing here?" she asked in amazement. "Crookshanks, I thought you were…"

Crookshanks nestled into Hermione's arms, continuing to purr.

"He was found at Hogwarts a few weeks back," Ron said. "Then, they gave him to me to keep until you returned." Instinctively, he reached out and scratched behind the cat's ears, earning a rather bemused look from Hermione. "Er —"

"He won't admit it," Harry said, "but he's become rather fond of Crookshanks. Was really worried the other day when we couldn't find him."

"Really?" Hermione asked, a smile slowly reaching her lips.

"Well… I…" Ron wouldn't have called it fond, but he had, admittedly, enjoyed the company and also how Crookshanks curled up against him at night. It oddly made him feel less lonely.

Hermione's small smile broke into a wide grin. "Would you like to keep him here?"

Ron, surprised by the thought of it, found he would like that very much, but he said instead, doing his best to sound disinterested, "I've only been looking after him until you got back. He's yours —"

"I'm not sure Mum and Dad would appreciate a cat at this time," Hermione said, and she placed Crookshanks back on the ground. "You'd be doing me a favour if you could look after him some more. I can get the food, of course. And everything else. You just need to provide the space."

"Okay," Ron said. "I don't mind." And he didn't. He'd do whatever to make her happy.

"Thank you," Hermione said. 

"Alright, we better be off then," Ginny said. "Harry and I are going to the Burrow for dinner, so better get ready."

"We… are?" Harry asked, looking as if it was the first time he'd heard about it.

"We are now," Ginny said, and she grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the stairs. "They want to be alone, Harry."

"They could have just asked," Harry muttered, his voice soft as he climbed the stairs. 

The moment they were gone, Ron wanted nothing more than to pick Hermione up and carry her upstairs himself, but he resisted and instead, asked, "How was it, really?"

"Hard," Hermione confessed. "Really hard. But we have plenty of time to talk about that later." She eased her arms around his neck, drawing herself closer to him. Then she kissed him, but it wasn't like all of the other times they'd kissed. There wasn't the urgency, the desperation; it was comforting, like something that had always been there, and always would be.

Ron pulled away, watching her, confusion rising in him. He'd missed her more than anything for the past month, and he'd fantasised often about what it would feel like to see her again. He'd imagined sweeping her into his arms, nights filled with passionate moments, holding her and never wanting to let her go. 

But he'd not imagined this feeling of contentment, of just wanting to hold her, to kiss her, to be with her.

"What?" Hermione asked, her arms still around him. 

Ron shook his head, smiling. "Nothing," he said, and he kissed her again. "I've just missed you. I almost forgot what you looked like."

She laughed. "I've missed you, too," she said, squeezing him tightly. "It really is good to be back."

They held onto each other for a moment longer, and then Ron said, "You want to tell me all about it? I've only heard snippets from Percy and your letters. What are Australian wizards like?"

But Hermione shook her head, dropping her arms from around his neck. "Tell me all about training!" she said excitedly. "I want to hear about everything. I bet you and Harry are fantastic at it. What kind of things have you done so far?"

Grinning, Ron took her hand and led her over to one of the chairs at the table. "It's amazing," he said as they both sat. "Really, really good. A lot of it, yeah, we know, but there's heaps of new stuff too. And at the moment it's all about teaching us signs to look for — not just spells or anything like that, but instead the way people behave. Can't say I'm great at that part, but I'm sure I'll get better."

Hermione watched him for a moment, an uncharacteristically huge smile plastered across her face. Ron suspected she was trying to push down her worry about her parents, but he didn't press the matter. He loved her smile. 

Feeling his face heat at how impressed she looked, he averted his gaze to his hands and shrugged. "It's great."

"You'll make a wonderful Auror, Ron," Hermione said, and he heard the sincerity in her voice. "You have a rather tactical mind, which will be great for such a job. No wonder you're doing so well."

"... thanks," Ron said. "That means a lot."

He saw Hermione move ever so slightly. Ron thought she was going to kiss him again. But at just the same instant, Harry and Ginny reentered the kitchen, now with Harry out of his training  robes, and Ginny with her hair done up.

So this was what it was like living with your best friend when your girlfriend was over. They chose the most inopportune moments to walk in.

"Well, we'll be heading out now," Ginny said cheerfully. "We'll get out of your hair. We probably won't be back until late tonight. See you."

They then left for the fireplace, and Ron turned back to Hermione, hopeful she might have wanted to pick up where they'd left off, but her mind seemed to be elsewhere now.

He reached across and grabbed her hand. "I love you," he said. "And they'll be alright."

She smiled at him, and this time he noticed a stray tear that she blinked away. "I love you, too," she whispered. "And I hope so."

Ron spent some more time talking about the training. Every time he tried to ask her about Australia, though, she'd respond by asking him another question about him. He got the message well enough that she wasn't interested in talking about it just yet and gave up asking.

"Why don't we go for a walk?" he said after a moment, jumping to his feet.

Hermione also stood up, looking at him curiously. “A walk?”

“Of course,” Ron said. “You didn’t think the block ended at Twelve Grimmauld Place, did you?”

Hermione smiled. “Of course not. But when we were hiding out here, I never really thought about the neighbourhood. It would be nice to see it.” And she accepted his hand.

Ron didn’t know why he’d thought of a walk when they had the whole of Grimmauld Place to their disposal, but it felt like the right thing to do. He’d come to value his time with Hermione when he couldn’t have it, and as much as he would have liked to take her upstairs and then proceed to take off her clothes as well, he had a feeling her current concern over her parents would not have set the right mood. 

So, a walk it was. 

They got halfway down the street before Hermione spoke. She looked around at the Muggle houses surrounding them, frowning. “It’s not a pleasant place, is it?” she said. “Grimmauld Place, I mean?”

“Not really,” Ron said. “But it’ll do for a while, I guess. I don’t plan on living there forever. That’d be depressing.”

“How long do you plan on being there?” Hermione asked.

Ron took a moment to reply, contemplating his answer. Truthfully, he hoped that one day he and Hermione could live together. But he didn’t know if she wanted to hear that right now, so he said, “I guess until Harry kicks me out.”

“I don’t think he’ll ever do that,” Hermione said, smirking. “He likes your company.”

“Sure he will,” Ron said. “When he wants Ginny to move in, and then I’ll be in the way all the time.”

“I think it’s great that you have your own space, though, even if it’s only for a little bit.” 

They continued a bit further in silence. They turned down another street that was lined with more Muggle houses. Ron had never ventured this far into the Muggle world — he hadn’t dared without Hermione. Now that he was in it, it seemed a pretty simple life, if he was being honest. 

Hermione’s mind seemed to be on the same thought, because she said, “Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if we didn’t have magic?”

“Not really,” Ron said. “I grew up with it. It’s all I know.”

“That’s true, I suppose. It’s different for me. I feel as if I’ve lived two very separate lives. I do sometimes wonder what it would be like if I’d just been born —”

“Don’t say normal,” Ron said. 

“I don’t know what other word there is for it.” Hermione was thoughtful for a moment. When she looked back at Ron, tears had formed at the corners of her eyes.

Ron stopped walking and gathered her into his arms, running his fingers through her hair. “It’s alright,” he soothed. 

“It’s just,” Hermione sniffed against him, “had I never been born with magic, had I never gotten my letter, then I never would have been able to alter my parents’ memories. We never would have been in danger. I would have —”

“We never would have met,” Ron said, the very thought of not having Hermione in his life a strange one. She’d been a part of his life in one way or another for so long now, to never have met her almost seemed unthinkable.

Hermione smiled, pulling away and wiping her eyes. “I just feel awful for what I did to them. They were so confused, so unsettled. They just weren’t my parents.”

“You kept them safe,” Ron said. “And they’ll be grateful for that. It means you have many more years together with them. When you think what the alternative could have been…”

Hermione nodded. “I know. I just hope they’ll forgive me.”

“They haven’t yet?” Ron asked, wondering if this was why she hadn’t wanted to talk about them until now.

Hermione shook her head. “They have. They just… maybe I need to forgive myself.”

Ron reached for her and cupped her face in his hands. Then, in the middle of the street, he kissed her. Like earlier, it felt different, but his heart beat furiously against his chest with just the touch of her lips against his. His head suddenly swam with so many thoughts and one of them was why did it now feel different?

Her absence, the longing he had felt for her return, had changed everything about their relationship. Not in a bad way — far from it — but it was different. The desperate desire he’d felt for her, trying to make up for years of not knowing how to handle his feelings, had passed. He knew how to handle it now, and that changed everything. 

For him, at least, this was forever. This moment, standing in the middle of a street, lost in her kiss, was how he wanted it to always be. He was completely and utterly in love with her and Merlin was that a good feeling. 

Pulling away, looking rather flushed, but also thrilled, Hermione said, “What was that for?”

“I just missed you,” he replied. “And I’m glad you're back. Please don't ever go away again."

She beamed up at him, her mouth finding his once more. Her arms snaked around his shoulders, drawing him closer towards her. He gladly obliged. 

He knew that in a month she would be going away again, but at least they now had another whole month together where he could pretend that it would be forever.

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language, emotional breakdown. This chapter has the beginning of hardcore smut. In this chapter, we have masturbation and slight degradation kink. 

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Jiyong held you a little closer before he pulled the trigger. Your legs gave way and you fell to the ground. Jiyong quietly knelt next to you and lifted you up in his arms, checking with you to see if it was okay to do that. Your hands were shaking as they wrapped around his neck. You turned around, half scared to see Minhyuk’s body when Jiyong tilted your head back towards him.

 “Don’t Y/N. I’ve made you see enough blood already. You shouldn’t have to see this as well.” 

You didn’t argue with him, just trying to gather yourself. He paused before his door, and hesitantly, he asked,

 “Y/N, I don’t know if you’re okay with staying in this room. If you aren’t, we can go to my room.” 

You gave him a barely perceptible nod for him to go ahead and he took you to his room, gently laying you down on the bed. He was about to move back to give you your space, but he stopped when he heard your soft voice whispering, 

“Jiyong?”

 He sat back down next to you immediately, gently holding your hand.

 “Yes, my love?”

 He didn’t even realise the switch when he called you that. It felt so natural to him. You did though, and you couldn’t stop staring at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He looked at you with so much love, but he managed to shoot you. You just couldn’t understand him. He snapped you out of your thoughts when he carefully asked,

 “Y/N, why is EXO’s Jongin looking for you?” 

You raised your eyebrows.

 “EXO? What’s that?” 

Jiyong sighed and leaned back.

 “So, you didn’t know Y/N.”

 You snapped.

 “What didn’t I know Jiyong?!” 

He looked away and mumbled something you couldn’t hear. 

“Jiyong, I can’t hear you.”

 He slowly said, 

“Jongin, your friend, is part of a mafia gang called EXO.” 

You started laughing. Jiyong just stared at you uneasily, not quite knowing what to make of your laughter. 

“Oh my god, why does this kind of stuff have to happen to me? How is it that Jongin is part of the mafia? The Jongin who can barely work a printer on his own?” 

Jiyong just held your hand, knowing that you were actually upset. Calming yourself down, you asked, 

“What role does Jongin have in EXO?” 

Jiyong carefully watched you and said,

 “He’s the guy you go to when you want to get rid of someone discreetly.”

 You shuddered, unable to believe it. You didn’t want to ask, but curiosity got the better of you.

 “Jiyong, who does that here?”

 He raised his eyebrows at you, unable to hide his surprise at your curiosity. He answered with a cautious smile on his face. 

“Seunghyun hyung does.” 

And you know what? Somehow, you weren’t surprised. You had expected it. 

“What does Hanbin do, Jiyong?”

 “Hanbin’s in charge of covering up. Making up a believable cover story for our jobs.” 

You nodded. The two of you sat there in silence for a while, the sound of Jiyong’s breathing and the scent of his cologne comforting you. Jiyong suddenly jumped up, remembering something. He called Daesung.

 “Dae, take care of the body in Y/N’s room. Find out how he got in and up the security. We can’t have something like that happening again.”

 He cut the call and called up Mino.

 “Mino, find out why Jongin is looking for her. Find Hanbin. He was with Jongin. Make sure he’s okay.”

 He looked at your worried face. You were terrified for Hanbin, but you were also scared for Jongin. You knew he lied to you, and you weren’t going to forgive him for that anytime soon, but you still didn’t want him dead. You had seen how ruthless they were.

 “Don’t harm or capture Jongin, even if you can. We don’t want to start a war with EXO.” 

Mino winced and let out a sigh. 

“Hyung, I don’t think that’s going to be possible. Hanbin is fine, and he’s on his way back, but EXO has called for a meeting. All nine of them are going to be there. We don’t have much of a choice this time, Jiyong hyung. They’re saying we’re trying to start a gang war by abducting Jongin’s girlfriend. They’re jumping at this opportunity, because ever since they lost some of the Hongdae area to us, they’ve been looking for an excuse to do this. We’ll all have to go. It’s going to be soon.” 

Jiyong didn’t hear anything Mino said after

 “Jongin’s girlfriend.” 

Jiyong turned to look at you in shock, wondering whether it was true. You looked back at him, wondering what he was thinking about. He didn’t care about anything else. He just wanted to know whether you had lied to him. His voice sounding angry, he said, 

“Y/N, are you dating someone?”

 You don’t know why you didn’t just reply saying, “No.” Maybe it was because he was incredibly hot when he was angry, but you got distracted. Maybe it was because of the adrenaline after the attack. Maybe it was just because you liked him, but you wanted nothing more than to pepper that gorgeous jawline with kisses. You then got distracted by his tattoo, yet again. You couldn’t stop imagining that tattoo on that beautiful skin, glistening with sweat as he lay down next to you after a night well spent. You shook your head to get those thoughts out of your mind. It didn’t work particularly well. All it did was make Jiyong look even angrier. Without meaning to, he moved closer and lowered his voice. 

“Y/N, were you lying to me? Are you with Jongin?” 

Again, because of his proximity to you, you zoned out. Without meaning to, you shivered a little and you had goose bumps running up your hands. It was only when Jiyong moved back, thinking he was scaring you, that you realised he had asked you a question. You turned and looked at him, slightly flushed.

 “I’m sorry Jiyong, I zoned out. What did you say?” 

Jiyong looked a little disappointed. He thought you zoned out thinking about Jongin. He sighed, and said,

 “Although I feel like I already know the answer, I’m just going to ask you one last time. Y/N, are you dating Jongin?”

 You moved a little closer to him, feeling bad that in the process of fantasising about him, you had hurt him.

 “Jiyong, I promise I am not dating Jongin, and neither do I have any interest in doing so.”

 He froze, a slow smirk coming across his face. 

“Say that again Y/N.”

 You said it, looking a little confused. Why was he smirking?

 “I’m not dating anyone.”

 The smirk only deepened.

 “No Y/N. The first part of the sentence. Say that again.” 

You stared at him, confused, until it finally dawned on you. You had said that bit about fantasising about him out loud. You turned red. You blushed, trying to look for an escape from the incredibly embarrassing situation you were in. He leaned in really close, smiling and said,

 “As much as I would love to do all that and more, right now, I have to go attend a meeting, and before I leave, we need to discuss a few things.” 

You couldn’t hide the disappointed look on your face as he moved away. He reached for your hand and kissed it. 

“I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” 

But then his face turned serious. 

“Y/N, I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me, because for the first time in my life, I’m going to be honest with someone.”

 You nodded.

 “Y/N, why is EXO saying you’re Jongin’s girlfriend?” 

You shook your head. 

“I honestly don’t know. I mean, yeah, he used to flirt with me, but that was just friendly flirting. He was always like that. It was never serious.”

 “So, you never said yes to him, right?” 

You nodded in agreement.

 “Do you like him?”

 You just turned to him incredulously.

 “Jiyong, I literally just said I was fantasising about you. What more confirmation do you need?”

 He hid a smile. 

“Okay then Y/N. Would you prefer for us to hand you over to EXO? Because that’s what they’re asking for.”

 You shook your head. 

“No Jiyong. I wouldn’t.” 

He took a deep breath. 

“Y/N, do you want to be with me? I should warn you though. Once you agree to be with me and become my girlfriend, your life isn’t going to go back to normal.” 

He winced.

 “Actually, it’s never really going to go back to normal, because my enemies have figured out what you mean to me, so because of me, you’re constantly at risk. I’m sorry.” 

You blinked, trying to take in all that information.

 “I’m sorry, and even if you choose not to be with me, I’ll make sure someone will always be protecting you, because you got into this because of me. You’re not a captive here any more. I’ll give you back your phone and wallet once Hanbin gets back. You can leave now if you want. Just please don’t tell anyone anything about us.” 

“Jiyong, I want to be with you. I want to stay here with you.” 

And again, you saw that smile of his you loved the most. The innocent, gummy smile. Not the sinful smirk or the icy glare. Just a smile radiating happiness. 

“Okay then my love.” 

He suddenly shifted to a glare.

 “Now, I’m going to go make sure EXO knows not to mess with you.”

 As he was leaving, you got really mad at Jongin. He never told you he was part of the mafia and then he goes around telling people you’re his girlfriend. You felt a little bad about how worried he would have been, but anger and irritation won over in the end. You started muttering. 

“Hmph. Bloody self-entitled pricks. Who are they to decide for me where I want to go? I’m fully capable of deciding for myself.”

 Jiyong laughed as he headed over to his closet, pulling out a loose, slightly translucent white shirt. He casually began telling you to use his room while the guys took care of Minhyuk and your security, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than the fact that he was changing in front of you.  You could only focus on those beautiful arms and that toned back, wonderfully tan. You had to stop yourself from drooling. He was just humming to himself as he took out some piercings to put on from the drawer. He didn’t wear all his piercings all the time, but oh good lord, when he did, he practically looked like the embodiment of sin. He slowly strapped a few daggers to those beautifully toned thighs and because of that, you couldn’t get those thighs and the thought of riding them out of your head. Finally, he slipped on a jacket and was about to leave, coming close and kissing your forehead first. 

“Sweetheart, you stay here okay. No one other than me can enter these rooms from the outside. You’ll be safe here.”

 And as he left, you got a whiff of his cologne, driving you insane. After he left, you shook those dirty thoughts out of your head. You really needed to get laid. You knew if you stayed awake, you wouldn’t be able to stay sane from those thoughts, so you just buried yourself into the bed, desperate for sleep.

 Your eyes watered as you gagged, feeling him grab your head and buck his hips into your mouth more forcefully, making the definite transition from getting a blowjob to fucking your face. You loved it. You were getting wetter and wetter and you desperately needed some relief. Your hands travelled down your body, finding their way to your clit and rubbing frantically for some relief. You felt your hands being grabbed harshly as Jiyong pulled them away, holding them above your head with one of his hands while the other one harshly pinched your nipples. He bent down and harshly whispered in your ear,

 “My little slut couldn’t stop touching herself huh. Don’t you think you need a punishment?”

 You had just moaned out a 

“Yes”,

 when you woke up, finding yourself alone on the bed in Jiyong’s room, flushed, breathless and incredibly wet. You were desperate. You needed relief. You couldn’t remember the last time you got laid. And the thirst trap that is Kwon Jiyong wasn’t helping. Just thinking back to his toned body made your nipples hard. You were so bloody desperate that you decided to be reckless. You took one quick look around and slipped off the pants and panties you were wearing and leaned back against the pillows. You closed your eyes, trying to relive that dream. You let your hand gently run across your thighs and your breasts, enjoying the stream of goose bumps that followed. You slowly let yourself go, tricking yourself into believing they were Jiyong’s. He would never not tease you, so you slowly starting twirling your hands around your nipples, waiting until they were almost painfully hard before actually touching them. You let out a moan from how good that felt. Slowly, you let your hands travel down, letting it reach for your clit. You didn’t allow yourself to put pressure on it, no matter how much you wanted to. You moved in teasing little circles around it, slowly feeling yourself get wetter and wetter. You moved on to slowly sliding your fingers up and down, relishing the increased pressure. Slowly, you started putted more pressure and you moved on to your clit, you slow rubbing turning more frantic by the second. Your other hand slowly moved up to pinch your nipples, harder and harder, still not hard enough for you. When you were at a frantic pace, and it was really hitting the right spot, you arched your back, threw your head back and moaned,

 “Jiyong”.

 You nearly died from the shock when you heard him say, 

“Yes?” 

You opened your eyes, shivering from anticipation of what you knew was going to come when you saw him standing there, a foot away from the bed, eyes dark with lust, lips curled in a smirk. He slowly uncuffed his shirt and rolled his sleeves up, his eyes never leaving you. He walked over to you, unbuttoning a bit of his shirt as he did. Eyes incredibly dark, he removed his belt and finally took your hands and said, “Looks like someone needs to be punished.”

[geraskier-hell]

May I please request 76 + 90 (smut prompt) >:)

As I previously mentioned, the numbers of the prompts don’t match on my phone and on my pc, so I did my best to understand what you guys had actually asked for, I chose the ones that made more sense to me, but if I was wrong, feel free to send me a prompt again (this time with the full dialogue) and I shall write another one shot for you. In the meantime, please enjoy some bottom Geralt ;)

Prompts: “Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?” + “How quickly can you cum?”

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Fallen pine cones break under their feet and leaves rustle as they hurry through the garden. The music from the party gradually quiets down and the light coming from the house becomes more faint, making it easier for them to stumble on the uneven ground. Excitement runs through Jaskier when they reach the furthest tree behind the house, away from indiscreet eyes.

“Here should do,” he says.

“Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?” the boy with him deadpans.

“The bathroom was busy, and this is the only place that came to my mind.”

“Not the first time I fuck outdoors, I suppose.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page on this, Geralt,” Jaskier mumbles. Did he really have to rub it in that he fucks more often than him?

Geralt hums and grabs Jaskier by his sweater to pull him in for a kiss. Jaskier is surprised by the sudden move, but he has dreamt too many times about this moment to shy away. He presses Geralt against the trunk and follows his lead, lips hungrily moving together. Geralt tastes way too good, but maybe it’s all the build-up to this moment that turns the hint of beer on his lips into a sweeter flavour. 

Jaskier has been pining after the boy for months now, ever since he saw him at one of the football games Yennefer had dragged him to. He has always been more of a fine arts kind of student, but after that moment, his interest in sports suddenly awakened. He wasn’t able to shake off his crush on the white-haired boy all summer and when his second year of college rolled around, his heart annoyingly skipped a beat whenever he saw him around campus.

Jaskier has never thought he’d actually have a chance with Geralt, but he surprised him sneaking glances at him many times in the library, so when Geralt asked him to go somewhere more quiet during the party, the thought of declining his proposal didn’t even cross Jaskier’s mind. So there he is, lips glued to Geralt’s, and cock getting harder by the second.

Geralt is into the kiss as much as Jaskier is if his hands groping Jaskier’s ass are anything to go by. He pulls Jaskier closer and their cocks bump into each other, making them both moan in the other’s mouth. The sound turns Jaskier on even more, to know that Geralt is enjoying himself as well is all he needs to get bolder, so he bites his bottom lip and licks it until Geralt opens his mouth.

He glides his tongue on Geralt's, arousal shooting through him, igniting a fire inside him that contrast with the chilly autumnal night. His desire makes him more daring and he palms Geralt through the jeans. He is hard and wanting, and he grunts into the kiss, forcefully chasing Jaskier’s tongue into his mouth. He unbuckles Jaskier’s trousers while he kisses him breathless and strokes his cock, sending Jaskier's mind into overdrive.

“I want this buried deep inside me,” he whispers in Jaskier’s ear when their kiss breaks.

Jaskier’s breath hitches in his throat. He has fantasised about fucking Geralt way too many times, but none of his dreams come even close to the sexy reality that is Geralt actually saying those words. 

“I think I can arrange that,” he mutters. 

Geralt smirks and looks so fucking perfect Jaskier doesn’t even think before kissing him again. Geralt keeps leisurely stroking him, thumbing away the precum already gathering on the tip and making his way down to Jaskier’s balls. His touch is heavenly and his tongue even better, so much so that Jaskier thinks he can come just like that, but then Geralt’s order echoes in his mind and his attention suddenly shifts.

He breaks the kiss and slides down on his knees. He quickly undoes Geralt’s jeans and pulls down his underwear, cock bouncing free in front of him, hard and inviting. His mouth waters at seeing it and he wraps his lips around it with a satisfied sigh that matches Geralt’s own. The bitter taste that spreads in his mouth leaves him unfazed, and he licks down Geralt’s length to have more of it, to feel more of his weight on his tongue.

Geralt is as thick as he has imagined, and his desire only increases when he feels him in the back of his throat. As he blows him, little grunts come out from the boy’s mouth, so quiet Jaskier can barely hear them, but the way his grip tightens in Jaskier’s hair is enough to give away how much of a good job Jaskier is doing. He pulls away to suck on his balls, feeling Geralt’s cock brush his cheeks, but Geralt stops him, forcefully pushing him away.

“Do you have condoms and lube?” he asks. His voice is raw and even in the darkness, Jaskier can see the urgency portrayed on his face.

“Yeah.”

“Then get to it.”

Jaskier stands up, cock heavy between his legs and almost comes when Geralt turns around, showing his lovely bottom to him. The sudden need to put his face between his cheeks and fuck him with his tongue comes over Jaskier, but with an enormous effort he stops himself and takes the sachets of lube he has in his pocket. He pours some on his fingers and directly on Geralt’s ass just to see more of his reactions. He isn’t disappointed as Geralt shudders in front of him and hisses, pressing his face further against his arm. 

The response only makes Jaskier want to tease him more, so he slides a finger in his hole, loving the way Geralt clamps around him. He works him open while relishing in the soft grunts that come from him. He wishes Geralt were more vocal, but for as much as he tries, he can’t pull a full moan out of him, so he has to settle for what he can get. 

He fucks him with his fingers until he deems Geralt ready and then wears the condom, emptying another sachet of lube on it and rolling inside in one slow motion. He is immediately engulfed by Geralt’s heat and once more the reality is so much better than his dreams. Desire makes him fuck Geralt hard right from the beginning, quenching that thirst he has had for months. He firmly holds his hips and rams into him with a fast pace, but still nothing more than grunts come from his crush, and the fact bothers him.

He slows down and thrusts inside Geralt with shallow movements, barely pushing all the way inside. Geralt tries to urge him on, to meet his hips as fast as before, but Jaskier keeps him in place and continues with his slow torture.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he hisses.

“You’re not letting me hear you,” Jaskier replies.

Geralt turns with a deep frown on his forehead. “And?”

“I don’t like it.”

Jaskier is sure there's a challenging look in Geralt’s eyes as he says, “Then do something about it.”

Jaskier's cock twitches at the words. Geralt is so full of surprises, one better than the other that he is taken aback once more. 

“How quickly can you cum?”

“Pretty quickly if you moved.”

“How about we make the fun last a bit longer?” Jaskier says in his ear.

He can’t see it, but he’s pretty sure there’s a smirk on Geralt’s lips, and the way he clenches around him is enough confirmation. He starts moving again, so slowly it feels like torture for him too, but soon the same soft grunts are coming from Geralt, and the discomfort immediately turns into pleasure. He keeps his thrusts shallow, fucking Geralt only with his tip and teasing his hole more than anything.

Geralt hides his face in his elbow and clenches his fist, stubbornly keeping his hands away from his cock. He bucks his hips backwards, trying to get Jaskier to move deeper inside him, but the brunet doesn’t flinch and holds him in place while he leisurely moves inside him. The way his body desperately begs for more is in such contrast with his closed mouth that it only makes Jaskier want to tease him more.

He wraps his fingers around his cock and slowly strokes him too, barely a caress on his painfully hard length. This time a louder hiss leaves Geralt, a satisfying sound for Jaskier’s ears but still not enough to give him what he wants. He pushes a little deeper inside and clearly sees Geralt bite his lips to contain his moans.

“C’mon, let me hear you,” Jaskier whispers, brushing his fingers against the boy’s cock.

“You’re not good enough,” Geralt replies, voice so hoarse it puts a wicked grin on Jaskier’s lips.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Geralt doesn’t reply, just pushes backwards once more, but by now Jaskier has realised he does it more to make him punish him than to actually urge him on. Jaskier doesn’t need to ask him twice and keeps his thrusts as slow as before, torturing him for as much as he can handle. He loves the way Geralt’s hole twitches around him and his body lightly shivers as he tries to keep it together.

His effort is admirable, so Jaskier decides to reward him for it. He tightens his grip on his cock and fucks him a little harder, and Geralt gasps for the sudden movement.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

He licks Geralt’s ear and pushes all the way inside, staying still while Geralt quivers in his arms. A quiet murmur comes from him, so soft Jaskier can’t make out the words.

“Sorry, what?”

“Move,” comes Geralt’s voice, so fucked out it’s like a melody.

“I can’t hear you properly,” Jaskier smirks, shifting inside him.

Geralt grunts but he’s finally reached the point of no return as he groans, “Jaskier.”

“What did you say?” Jaskier asks with a harder thrust.

Geralt moans a bit louder and the way Jaskier's chest fills with satisfaction is almost embarrassing but so rewarding after restraining himself for so long that he doesn’t care about it. He holds Geralt’s hips tighter and starts fucking him in earnest, pounding inside him fully aware neither of them is going to last long. 

Geralt sucks him in every time and his groans get more high-pitched as Jaskier hits his prostate. His hand replaces Jaskier’s and he jerks himself off in time with Jaskier’s thrusts. He sounds so far gone Jaskier can’t help but fuck him harder to hear more of him. His moans now clearly reach his ears, mixing with his own as Jaskier too nears his orgasm, but his voice suddenly breaks when Jaskier pounds on his sweet spot and his hole clenches as he comes. The unexpected tightness is what does it for Jaskier, and he cums too, burying himself deep inside Geralt just like he asked. 

They both slide down on the grass, pants barely covering their asses. As he looks at the sky, Jaskier thinks the stars have never looked more beautiful and even though he knows his sappy thoughts are due to the afterglow of his orgasm, he can’t help but feel happier than ever. Geralt is resting next to him with his back against the tree and his lips slightly parted as he catches his breath.

“So,” Jaskier starts. He has never had a one night stand and doesn’t know how these things go at the end. The silence is too awkward, but speaking feels even more embarrassing.

“So?”

“This was good?” Jaskier tries.

“You can say that,” Geralt scoffs.

“So good that I might even want to do it again.”

“Right now?”

“No, I mean another day,” Jaskier quickly corrects himself. “Maybe after a dinner for two in a nice restaurant?”

“Is this your lame-ass way of asking me out?” Geralt raises an eyebrow.

“Where’s the harm in trying?”

“Exactly, one might even say yes to that half-assed proposal.”

“So, next Saturday at seven?”

Geralt stands up with a grunt, fixing his clothes and hair. “But we’re not doing it behind a tree.”

“I’ll change the bedsheets for you.”

Geralt blankly stares at him, clearly unfazed by Jaskier’s promise. “Well, see you around then.”

“Oh, okay, see you.”

Jaskier isn’t sure how to feel about their exchange, isn’t sure how Geralt feels about it either, but when he finds a piece of paper with his phone number next to the condom’s wrapper on the ground, he suspects Geralt isn’t as indifferent to him as he seems to be. 

[dol--blathanna]

Mixtapes and interiors for Ameer and Lynn? I want to ask more, but I also don't want to detract too much from your studies

Ahhh thank you so much!!! Omg no don’t worry you’re not detracting me from my studies at all!!! Actually I really enjoy answering questions like these, they really help me relieve my stress after writing essays all day, so feel free to send any more!!!

Interiors:

Right now, Ameer doesn’t really have a home due to his situation, but I’ll talk about some of his previous homes. In the mountains, they didn’t have a house made of bricks, wood or other traditional building materials. While in fox form, Ameer and his family would sleep in a den, just as fennec foxes do! These dens (or I guess burrows you could call them?) are pretty spacious with several chambers, as fennec foxes are actually very sociable and have large units (more than any other fox). In terms of content, there’s not much in it since it’s just a den ahaha but Ameer never needed that many possessions out in the wilds because he had his family, which was the most important thing! While in elf form, they’d live in tents as these were the easiest to repair in harsh environmental conditions. Again they didn’t have many belongings aside from clothes and tools they needed to live (needles, thread, cooking utensils etc) but as a child Ameer would occasionally find “treasures” to bring home – pretty rocks, an interesting feather, an interesting skull – which his mother would loyally take care of until he was tired of them haha! Ameer only actually owned a house when he worked as a doctor in Ofier’s capital city for roughly 40 years. In Part 2 Chapter 2 Geralt actually saw a glimpse of it via a memory:

“The room is warmly lit, but not with candles. A hunk of crystal, imperfect and uncut, emits a gentle orange light. The work of magic, maybe bought from a mage. A vanity, the wood intricately decorated, holds the illuminating crystal. The surface is cluttered: a coin purse; some blue beaded bracelets; dried white flowers that Geralt doesn’t recognise and dried orange slices next to some distillery equipment; an open book with anatomical drawings and notes written in a language Geralt cannot read. A bottle of Ofieri spirits is on the table – the logo shows a roaring leopard, though Geralt can’t read the text underneath. By the vanity, a chair has the blue scarf draped across the back.”

Having lived in the desert mountains for such a long time, Ameer never really felt the pressing need for belongings, and initially he wasn’t even bothered about having a home - he only purchased one at the insistence of his colleagues in the hospital who explained he couldn’t live off the land in the city the way he had done previously in the mountains aha. When he did formally buy a home to live in, he ended up enjoying making it his own space as he settled into his identity as a city doctor. It wasn’t particularly large due to its city location, but it did have a garden, which was particularly important to him. This is where he grew the mountain jasmine that reminded him of his home in the mountains, and that he used in his perfume.

Lynn is also in a situation where she currently has no home. When she was young and still living in Brokilon, she had a small house just outside of the forests. It was very simple with few possessions, and Lynn never really cared much for it as a child – she preferred to play outside with Medwyn or venture into the forest. When she grew older, joined the Scoia’tael, and eventually lost her home due to conflicts, she sorely regretted ever taking her home for granted. She’s more than used to living in forests, so it’s not that she isn’t comfortable with living outside, but rather she misses the lack of security and stability that homes can bring, particularly for her younger companions. She wants to have a house for them in Dol Blathanna, where they’ll be safe from mindless violence at the hands of humans. She tries not to think about it too much (so as not to raise her hopes should the entire plan fall through), but at times she’s imagined having a little farmstead with her unit – having a pen of chickens, growing vegetables, having a proper kitchen table and a hearth, even the idea of everyone being able to have their own beds and belongings are simple pleasures that feel more like grand dreams to her that she sometimes catches herself fantasising about.

Mixtapes:

Questions like these are fun! I decided to go with songs that describe Ameer and Lynn, these are songs that I’ve often listened to when either writing or thinking about them (sometimes when thinking about scenes that haven’t been uploaded yet!) Here they are in no particular order.

Ameer:

Gethsemane by Dry the River

Daydreaming by Dark Dark Dark

Aquatic by Son Lux

Howl by Florence and the Machine

On Brulera by Pomme

 Lynn:

New Discovery by The Crane Wives

Your Protector by Fleet Foxes

Stone by Agnes Obel

Into the Woods Somewhere by Hozier

Wolf by First Aid Kit

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[thisselflovecamebacktome]

All the little reasons (so far) why The 1 is my tied favourite off of Folklore

Continuation of 'classic Taylor’ patterns:

The 1 helps to carry on the tradition Taylor has put into her albums since RED where the beginning of the stories actually starts with song three. The first two songs are instead used to heavily allude to the story and themes about to be told but aren’t directly part of them and especially not the beginning of them. 

In RED, we get State of Grace which alludes to the intense love and positive side of “red” emotions with hints of ignoring red flags whereas Red shows the painful and negative “red” emotions and alludes to the themes of heartbreak. 

In 1989 we get Welcome To New York, alluding to trying to get past someone and new beginnings before transitioning into Blank Space indicating that the opinions of others, particularly surrounding her dating, is something that was going to cause issues.

In Reputation we got ...Ready For It, where the verses again show a somewhat satirical take of how people see the both of them in a dark, “edgy” beat that is often used for “angry” tracks mixed with a “softer” tune more used for happier music for the chorus where she talks about being alone with him and doing what she actually wants to. Then we get End Game which serves as a contrast and connecting piece to the “angry/unhealthy” and “happy/healthy” sides of the album. We get the big declaration of love and showy attitude with hints of insecurity because that’s ultimately what Taylor saw as love in the past which contrasts with the quieter moments of love in the later half of the album such as squeezing hands in a cab or building metaphorical fires in locked up houses to keep each other warm.

In Lover we get I Forgot That You Existed to indicate the theme of figuring out who and what’s truly important in life before moving onto Cruel Summer which not only shows the theme of holding onto each other when things are rough, but the importance of communication in a relationship.

And what about Folklore? The 1 and Cardigan brings us into the fantasy world of Folklore by first asking “What If?” and reminding us that life is full of choices and those choices matter in the grand scheme of things. While the rest of the album tells seemingly unquestionable stories relying on how the characters actually felt, The 1 and Cardigan both rely on nostalgia before reminding us right at the end of each song that that wasn’t how the story went and that certain choices were the reason for that... Which leads me to my next point:

One thing being different would not have made everything different today:

As I previously mentioned, one of the major themes of Folklore is that choices matter. Another interlocking theme is that things just don’t happen out of the blue. The choices we make add up and can cause a perfect storm. 

Looking at this through the lens of the love triangle, in order for James to be in the position he’s in in “Betty”, it wasn’t enough that August happened to be there. The guy Betty was dancing with had to ask her to dance, James had to feel insecure about it AND be immature enough to sulk and leave rather than telling Betty how he felt, August had to show up when she did, James had to make the continuous choice to spend the Summer with August, Inez had to tell Betty what happened and finally Betty had to be offended enough to break up with James. The situation the three of them found themselves in could have been prevented at several different points, making it impossible to say if one thing had been different, it all would have been. 

Despite the lyric, The 1 also shows that one thing being different wasn’t likely to have the desired effect of the pair ending up together through several lyrics throughout the song.

In my defence I have none for never leaving well enough alone - This gives the implication that the narrator was prone to starting arguments over topics that didn’t need to be fought over.

If you wanted me you really should have shown it - The narrator shows that the other person didn’t make it seem like a serious long term relationship was an option. Though this could have been a miscommunication, it also implied to me that the other person wasn’t ready to settle down and acted as such meaning that a long term relationship probably wasn’t on the cards.

Rose flowing with your chosen family.... In my defence I have none - So I’m going to go into this a bit later because it relates to a couple of the reasons I love this song, but in short, the narrator impliedly did not make an effort with aspects of the other person’s life, in this case loved ones, that meant a lot to them nor did the narrator have those aspects for themselves.

But it would have been fun if you would have been the one - Connecting this reason with the theme of nostalgia, I find the word ‘fun’ an interesting choice from a songwriter who tends to use intense words like ‘magical’, ‘fearless’, ‘permanent’, ‘wild’ and even ‘really something’ to describe the loves of her life. In comparison, ‘fun’ feels very casual. While not a choice of the relationship, the use of the word along with lack of hard moments shown in the song does imply to me that the narrator has based this ‘what if’ on pure nostalgia and makes me assume that there several reasons things turned out like they did.

Its links with other songs on the album:

Anyone who knows me knows that my favourite aspect of an album is feeling like I got something out of listening to those songs in that order together that I couldn’t have gotten from listening to the songs alone. Often this comes from contrasts in songs like how I mentioned End Game’s production and lyrics contrast the back end of Reputation, relatability like how 22 is in between All Too Well and I Almost Do because that time with her friends is merely distracting her from her pain or hearing how the same things can be seen differently like how WANEGBT, Stayx3 and The Last Time come one after another to show the relationship was on and off, why she stayed in said relationship and those same traits that kept her staying were now why she was at the end of her rope with said relationship. Really in general RED as an album is a brilliant example because while a lot of people don’t get it, the whiplash of positive and negative songs really does represent what it’s like to be in that kind of toxic relationship.

But I’m not here to talk about RED or Reputation, I’m here to to talk about Folklore. While many people would probably say that the love triangle songs are the best representation of what I’m talking about, I honestly think The 1 and Peace are the two songs that most benefit from the context of the other songs in the album. Specifically, The 1 benefits in the following ways in my honest opinion:

The 1 serves as the other side of the same coin to Invisible String. The 1 discusses a relationship where circumstances didn’t line up to make it work whereas Invisible String describes a relationship where the stars aligned and it all did work out. Further, The 1 asks the question ‘what if things were different and this one relationship worked out?’ and Invisible String answers with ‘well thank goodness it didn’t’.

You know the greatest films of all time were never made versus I think I’ve seen this film before: the automatic assumption and link that the love in Exile was not either of their greatest loves.

If you never bleed you’re never going to grow links so well with But now I’m bleeding and Peter losing Wendy from Cardigan.

Though it’s not connected with other Folklore lyrics, the little links of things like never leaving well enough alone being in The 1 and past songs (in this case ME!) and the Sad Beautiful Tragic vibe that the second prechorus of The 1 gives always brings a smile to my face.

And finally, my favourite parallel of this whole album:

In my defence I have [no chosen family] and its link with Family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother from Peace. To me, this parallel brings together everything I have said so far. It brings the album together and once again reinforces that a theme in Folklore is how choices dictate our lives. The fact that somewhere along the lines the narrator realised that there didn’t have to be a ‘his loved ones’ and ‘her loved ones’ and made the effort and choice to incorporate themselves into their partner’s life and found that to be an important part of why they are working out in a way they didn’t with their past partners lives rent free in my mind, heart and soul everyday, not going to lie. Like I don’t know how to explain it, but that link alone just added so much to both of those songs for me personally.

Other little things:

This song is beyond relatable. Like I could not tell you one person who doesn’t have that one past thing or relationship, romantic or otherwise, they wish could have been different and fantasise/romanticise what that would have looked like.

The 1 and August are the two funnest songs to sing to from Folklore and even though both are relatively sad lyrically, always give me a good boost of serotonin when I sing them.

Relating to the two points above, singing “In my defence I have none” loudly when you don’t have family and feel like none of your wishes like me ever came true feels like free therapy lmao.

While I know Taylor didn’t write The 1 from a fully autobiographical point of view, the idea of her seeing one of her multimillionaire exes at the bus stop makes me laugh every time.

It’s a grower. While it was always in my top six, as I mentioned in the title, it’s in a three way tie with August and Exile as my favourite song from Folklore right now.

All in all I just really love this song and all the tiny little details that make it amazing and honestly think it’s a very underrated song in Taylor’s discography.

[harryandhishook]

Don’t touch what isn’t yours! - Chapter 1

Fandom: Dream Daddy

Pairing: Damien x Robert

Setting: Maple Bay

Warning: Mentions of smut, Damien’s genitalia referred to as male, nothing much for this chapter

Summary: Damien has been dating Robert for a while and their life is becoming slowly more and more domestic but unfortunately, someone has been watching and doesn’t like it one bit.

Words: 1618

Requested: I remember seeing an old posts about some really dark prompts and I thought about the cult ending of Dream Daddy so I jumped at the chance ... then got really carried away (Btw, I wanted to contribute to the cult ending stuff so don’t @ me for this, normally I wouldn’t write Joseph like this)

Side note: This is a story I have completed and if it wasn’t for an anon jumping into my asks to see if I was okay then I would have waited longer to post this. Sorry for the absence for this time but everythings just piling up and I rarely get much time to myself if I’m not doing uni work (Which I graduated :D but I’m going onto a masters) or doing normal adult survival stuff so I hope this is okay.

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Perfect, everything was perfect, Damien had a perfect house, a perfect, if somewhat moody, son and a perfect, if slightly dysfunctional, boyfriend, everything was perfect … Maybe not perfect but close enough.

The bright morning light filtered through the curtains, flowing over the beautiful dark coloured carpet and slithering up to drape across the two lumps underneath the red silk sheets adorning the four-poster bed. Soft sounds of snoring filled the room as two men embraced as if their lives depended on it, one gruff and rugged while the other delicate and soft, complete opposites but fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw, maybe not the exact same picture but they go together nevertheless. Nothing could ruin the morning, nothing could interrupt their moment of bliss, nothing at all, except an alarm.

The blaring of Damien’s phone alarm caused the two men to stir, groaning from the rude awakening as the long haired prince of darkness sat up, his hair ruffled and tangled, the obviously two sizes too big, red V-neck shirt hanging off his shoulder as he looked around, his eyes still drooping while he observes the room, trying to get his brain into gear.

Moments of tiredly debating the inevitable wake up and letting his alarm play, Damien finally groggily reached over to his oak nightstand, swiping the screen and silencing the obnoxious disturbance. His hand shuffled around the wood, pushing his phone out of the way to grab his glasses and place them on his face.

Looking around, after giving himself the ability to see, he spotted something that quickly pulled a small smile across his face. Laying on the floor nearby the end of the bed was Roberts black leather jacket.

With a deep breath and his bottom lip between his teeth, the Victorian man carefully shuffled across the silk fabric of his bed, his bare legs slipping out of the covers and over the edge. Once his foot made connection to the fluffy carpeted floor, Damien peered over his shoulder to make sure that his other half was still deep in his slumber before finally pushing himself up.

Tiptoeing across the room, he carefully took the article of clothing in his hands, making sure that no noise could rouse his sleeping lover before slowly pulling the coat over his arms and holding it close to his body. The fading smell of Alcohol and Robert’s musk bombarded Damien’s nose causing the gothic dad to moan in happiness, letting a shiver course down his spine at the familiar aroma giving him a little boost for the day.

While Robert continued to sleep, Damien decided to get ready for the day. Looking over at the dark drawn curtains, he decided against letting the warm sun light up the room, his boudoir was dark but his lover was still asleep and he wouldn’t want to disturb that so he used the small amount of light flowing past the gaps to find his vanity, taking his ornate carved brush in between his long slender fingers and carefully pulling through his long black hair, luckily, the knots weren’t too bad after … last nights adventures … but still enough to make him wince. The Victorian decided to distract himself from the slight pain in his roots by reminiscing, well, more dreaming about Robert, thinking about their romance, thinking about their late-night escapades, thinking about Roberts hands, about his ruff voice about his…

He had not realised just how distracted he had gotten until he felt two strong arms wrap around his body from behind as some prickly stubble grazed his neck and a breathy deep voice whispered in his ear,

“Morning, love” another shiver shot down Damien’s spine as he squeaked from the sudden appearance of his lover, quickly he turned his head, hair swishing over his shoulder as he came face to face with the man he was fantasising about a moment ago,

“Robert, I didn’t hear you get up, darling, how, erm, how long have you been awake?” the goth asked softly, a slight nervousness laced in his voice as he realized just what state of dress he was in, Roberts shirt, Roberts Jacket and nothing else, he was practically naked. His thoughts were interrupted by a low gravelly chuckle,

“Long enough to watch you practically drool over me” he smirked as he wrapped one arm under Damien’s legs, lifting him off the chair so he could sit down, placing the man onto his lap instead, “I woke up just in time to see you smell my jacket” he whispered with an underlining tone of lust but to Damien, he could also hear the love emanating from his voice.

The Victorian squeaked softly and quickly pushed his face into the crook of Rob’s neck, hiding his obvious blush, even in such a dark room, anyone could see the bright crimson gracing over the softer mans face,

“I-I wasn’t smelling it, I was just … reminding myself of your scent, there’s a difference, my dear” Damien argued back, his voice muffled by Robert’s tanned skin, unfortunately the sound of his phone vibrating with notifications stopped him from just hiding under the safety of his bed sheets, “I think my cellular is definitely taking away the aesthetic of my lifestyle” he chuckled softly, peeking out from his little safe spot, moving his gaze as best as he could to see that his lover was staring lovingly down at him,

“I think you wearing my leather is definitely taking away from the look … but it suits you, makes you look a little … rebellious” he smirked as his eyes seemed to move over every inch of the Victorians body until they stopped, Damien watched curiously, following his gaze until he saw exactly what he was staring at.

With a gasp, Damien pulled the red shirt down his legs further, keeping anything out of view as he tried to keep himself composed, unfortunately, the damage had been done and Robert now had the image of Damien’s long, slender legs nestled over his as the red shirt crumpled up his body and revealed … a little too much of his body,

“Robert, as much as a part of me would love to recreate the events of last night, I’m afraid I am under dressed for the day and you must remember, some of us must leave the home for our place of work, so I really do need to go and bathe before Lucien awakens so I can at least provide him breakfast” he tried to argue but it got harder and harder to want to when he felt the familiar feeling of large, rough hands creeping up the inside of his thigh, “a-as I already seemed to h-have wasted some time, my morning bathe will need to be cut shorter t-than usual” he stuttered out, feeling Robert’s hand push past his and under the red shirt, creeping closer and closer to his little treasure, “I n-need to make breakfast a-and make sure I have e-everything and … R-Robert...” he partially moaned out as he felt the fingers of his lover touch the crease connecting his thigh and something that was still quite sensitive, “I-I need t-to get r-ready and I’m already s-sensitive enough a-as it is…” he whispered in the other man’s ear, his breathless argument only made Robert smirk more, his fingers dangerously close to his prize,

“You always seem to give yourself a good few hours and never use it all in actually getting ready, so a little fun before you do get ready shouldn’t be too bad and anyway” Robert’s thumb and forefinger wrapped around Damien’s little dick, rubbing gently, “how about, to help you save time and not have to rush, I join you in the shower?” he asked with the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he watched Damien’s expression change to sheer pleasure, he took it as a win. Earning a whine from the goth as he removed his hand, his arms once again snaking underneath Damien’s legs but this time it was to carry the softer man into the en suite bathroom, spending the next half hour giving Damien a reason to think about him all day … and probably giving Lucien a wake up call.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch, Damien managed to get ready for work in time, breakfast was made with enough time to spare for both him and Lucien since the boy still had school and even though he refused to look either his father or Robert in the eye, probably from the inappropriate wake up call, he gave them a smile before he left. Damien and Robert kissed each other goodbye as they left to go their separate ways with a promise of meeting up again after the Victorian came back from his probably quite exhausting job and that was how the day went.

Finally, when the end of the day came, Lucien was first home like always, stomping to his room to play his obnoxiously loud music, Robert decided it was around time to head over to wait for his lover and also be uncharacteristically nice enough to start dinner for them all to give Damien a little break and once the man in question was home, Robert was there waiting by the door, bouquet of flowers in hand and a warm smile on his face.

However, unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes were watching them from a distance, a pair of dark, hate filled eyes, glaring at them both while hatching a plan for them because if someone were to have Robert, it wasn’t going to be Damien.