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thebadboyfanclub · 8 months ago

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I Will Never Leave You (Daemon x Reader)

I think this more a love letter to Rhaenyra than anything but I’m really proud of this one cause I adore writing characters like this, I hope you guys enjoy it

Rhaenyra adored her mother since she drew her first breath, yet the woman she admired the most and desperately seemed her nod of approval was her beloved aunt (y/n) Targaryen, the middle child of prince Baelon and princess Alyssa, the seat between the brothers suited her, (y/n) had the good heart and the bright mind of her older brother that went hand in hand with the wild spirit and the constant need to protect the ones she called her own that she passed down to Daemon.

(Y/n) had been by Rhaenyras side when she needed her the most, wrapping her arms around the shaking frame of the young princess burying her face at the crook of (y/n)s neck.

“Dracarys”

Even though the dragon was not (y/n)s, beautiful Syrax complied whilst Rhaenyra broke down at the arms of her aunt, (y/n) ran her fingers through Rhaenyras long hair to offer her comfort as she whispered the lullaby she would sing to her when she was little.

She had also been the one to almost harass her beloved brother and king to name Rhaenyra his heir.

“As much as I love my lord husband, he is not fit to lead, the weight of the realm will crush him until he bursts into flames, we can prevent this, you can prevent this”

“And name Rhaenyra my heir? A queen has not sat the iron throne”

“Why not name the princess your heir? She is the second born”

Otto had questioned, (y/n) side eyed the man before she looked down to collect her thoughts, the wound of her brothers digging their claws on that piece of metal had brought such mental combat between them, turning blood against one another, if she had taken a go at them then all efforts for a harmonious family would have gone to war ages ago.

“I am afraid it is too late for me to claim what could have been or some could argue “should have been” but the time is just right for my niece, Rhaenyra is the result of the love you shared with the late queen Aemma, you have already wronged her, do not turn your back on the only thing you have left of her”

(Y/n) and Daemon had wed a fortnight after Viserys and Aemma, their wedlock’s were as similar as the sun with the moon, Daemon and (y/n) mirrored one another, their fire burned bright and their thick skulls could cause the the strongest storm to lash, still at the end of the day they ended up in each others arms, holding each other tight and whispering words of love and admiration.

(Y/n) was the only one that could keep Daemon on a leash, staying by his side as he raged for the “disrespect” their brother had shown, in a delicate manner (y/n) would always grab his hand and bring it up to her cheek to ground him.

“I love you and your bravery, however I do despise when you let your rage overtake everything that’s good in you, let me fix this for you”

Daemon would always take her in his arms and kiss her lips with all the might he could master. (Y/n) was his life line, her eyes were like a much needed breath after a deep dive, her smile resembled the feeling of the brisk air on the early hours of a summer day, her hair was as soft as a birds feather as it brushed on his skin, and her touch, oh that touch of hers…like a soothing balm on Daemons wounded heart.

“What is the matter, my love?”

“We must fly to kings landing by the morrow”

“Has something happened?”

“Lucerys’s claim is at question by Vaemond, Lord Corlys has not even passed and they are already circling around Rhaenyra like crows”

(Y/n) half mumbled half explained whilst her fingers rubbed circles on her temples, (y/n) had never voiced it still a pang of guilt ate her soul as slow as the carnivores ate their dead prey whenever she exchanged letters with Rhaenyra, she gave up on her, she left her alone to fight against those Hightowers, withering away as the bastards started to tighten the rope around the heiress’s neck.

Daemon puffed out a breath, the conversation had always been the same, (y/n) would often bring up her concerns over Rhaenyras well being, asking Daemon if mayhaps they made a mistake by leaving her, fabricating elaborate scenarios of how things could have been different.

With caution Daemon approached his lady wife and once he reached her he placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing circles on her aching shoulders as she slouched back and a grunt of pleasure left her, the flames from the fireplace licking her face in such a complimenting light, had he not touched her he could assume she was just an extremely accurate portrait from the hands of an exceptionally gifted artist.

“Rhaenyra is strong, she will overcome this”

“Rhaenyra is alone, our brother is barely able to make a sentence, she cannot stand alone at court”

“And what do you think our presence will do? We have been cast away for far too long, no one will pay attention to what we have to say on the matter, besides, driftmark is none of our responsibility”

After the birth of their first born daughter Enora Daemon and (y/n) decided to leave kings landing and reside in Pentos, granting protection with their dragons they were gifted with land and lived like the Targaryens only knew how to live.

“It is under the Targaryen rule, our closests bond to old Valyria”

“Dragons are our bond, which we have our own”

(Y/n) stood up from her chair to face her lord husband, fury that intertwined with confusion painted across her face as her eyebrows furrowed and her lips half open from the shock that his dismiss had caused.

Daemon resented when they fought, he did not enjoy his love being cross with him, though he loved a battle he would hang on dear life on anything and say whatever to make her curl up in his arms with content.

“You do not want to come with me” (y/n) stated

“I do not believe we will change anything”

“You believe that? Out of all I thought you would be the one to get on your dragon the fastest”

“You are with child, our other children are happy here, must we indulge in that mess?”

“That mess? Our brother has been crippled, our niece tortured by the Hightower and now she asks for our aid and you think I will just ignore it”

“You are emotional”

“I am, and proud of it, I will fly to kings landing with my children, you can choose to stay and hide behind our thick and tall walls of this castle. I will not leave our legacy, our blood, to slowly perish. It is your decision at the end of the day”

Daemon puffed out of breath before he reached for (y/n)s arms to which (y/n) stepped back to avoid, her eyes that spewed fire starring right into his soul.

(Y/n) was the diplomat out of the pair, one can imagine the surprise of her stubbornness when it came to this, which also revealed how important this was for (y/n).

“You mustn’t get upset in your condition”

“That is something you should remember, I was fine until I saw that the years turned you into a coward”

(Y/n) spat inches away from his face, with hurried and swift motions she intentionally bumped his shoulder as she made her exit of their chamber, Daemon did not catch a wink of sleep, (y/n) had never slept at another chamber separately since they had wed.

As the sun started to shyly make its descent (y/n) was assisting her three children on their dragons for their journey to kings landing.

“Hold on”

(Y/n) looked over her shoulder to find her husband with his dragon walking towards them, she had to admit that leaving without him would have costed her a great deal, she wanted him by her side, to help her, to hold her, to have her.

“What made you change your mind?”

“My astonishing devotion to you and your stubbornness, I won’t leave you alone with the wolves”

Daemon reassured her before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a smile making its way to (y/n)s lips as she gazed at him with love, that sparkle of joy was what kept Daemon alive, he would risk anything to see her well.

A giggle that came from their youngest children interrupted their sweet moment, Daemon and (y/n) looked up as the twins sat on their dragons, admiring the deep affection that oozed out of their parents, Daemon only winked at his children in response and turned back to his lady wife.

“Allow me dearest”

A shriek was heard when Daemon swiped the princess off her feet and lifted her up at her green dragon Zephyr. The family landed unexpectedly since they had not given any information to their visit, Otto and Alicent were fuming upon their arrival, the pair would stir the pot and cause chaos all in the princesses name, Otto was certain of it.

However no one could expect the ever defiant (y/n) holding Viserys by his right arm and the stoic prince Daemon holding the king by the left.

“King Viserys of house Targaryen, first of his name, king of the andals, and the rhoynar and the first men, Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm, with princess (y/n) Targaryen and Prince Daemon Targaryen”

Time stood still as they entered the throne room, (y/n) had persisted on visiting her brother, encouraging him to stand and back Rhaenyras claim, begging him to find his strength and sit on the iron throne.

“I will sit the throne today”

Viserys was able to say to Otto who only bowed his head and stepped aside. When (y/n) gently assisted her brother to sit comfortably his crown managed to move and fall, Daemon was the one that caught it and placed it back on Viserys head. As the pair took a step back (y/n) was the first to curtsy in front of him.

“My king”

She whispered before she smiled, Viserys managed to get a hold of her hand and bring it up to his deformed lips, as cold and slimy the weird texture of his lips left on her hand (y/n) looked back on that memory until the end of her days, as many times as they fought (y/n) held a spot for Viserys, one of loyalty and respect.

Daemon snaked his arm around her waist as they went down the steps and took their place next to a baffled and ecstatic Rhaenyra, (y/n) subtly nodded and side eyed Rhaenyra letting her know she is her for her.

As Viserys reaffirmed Lucerys claim and Rhaenys announced the betrothal of Baela and Rhaena (y/n) was ready to turn and hug her dear niece when Vaemond stepped in front of the king, interrupting the glorious moment.

“You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir, don’t you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon, No, I will not allow it”

“Allow it? I do not think anyone hear asked for your opinion Ser…. Apologies I haven’t been at court in so long, what is your name?”

(Y/n)s words sliced through Vaemond like Valyrian steel and Rhaenyra struggled to hide her chuckle, Daemon stood proudly by her side though his grip tightened around her waist when Vaemonds eyes fell on her for a brief moment before he pointed to Lucerys.

“THAT! is no true Velaryon and certainly not a nephew of mine”

Rhaenyra as the mother that she is took a step forward to stand closer to Vaemond and in front of Lucerys, what no one had seen was an important question that (y/n) had whispered at her husband.

“Which side is your sword on today?”

“Go to your chambers, you’ve said enough”

“Lucerys is my true born grandson and you are no more than the second son of drift mark”

“You may run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine, my house survived the doom”

“To which you owe it to much greater men than you Vaemond, men that knew their place and played their part in history, something that you refuse to do”

“And you think that you can tell me what my place is? Your brother skipped over you and gave the name of heir to your niece, the gods know what you have done to make him skip over you and your… husband, my name survived and gods be damned I will not see it ended on the account of this”

“Say it, say it”

Daemon antagonised the man, (y/n) assumed her position and slipped away from Daemons grip, her hand gliding from his back all the way down to his sword, dark sister, and pulled it out the sound of metal brushing against its scabbard was enough to make (y/n) grind her teeth in annoyance, thankfully no one seemed to pay attention to what she was up to.

Except Daemon whom had already a mischievous grin tugging at his lips as he internally thanked whoever blessed him to change his mind and was now going to be a witness on this wonderful event and as he viewed it “important milestone” in his lady wife’s life.

Vaemond was caught in his own fury and sense of entitlement to see his end coming, even if he had seen (y/n) with a sword he would pay her no mind, a man of such ignorance wouldn’t feel threaten by a woman with a swollen belly or any woman for that matter.

“Her children are BASTARDS and she.is.a.whore”

“I will have your tongue for that”

Daemon watched with pride as his wife lifted the sword and with one clean slice Vaemonds head was cut right above his tongue. Enora was taken aback by her mothers acts while her two siblings Alastor and Aelia hid behind their fathers legs to avoid witnessing the gruesome sight of the corpse at such a young age.

(Y/n) stood still as the sword touched the ground to support her, glaring down at the man that had so much to say, a man that thought himself as indestructible and yet he laid on the cold floor as his blood gushed out of him and pooled on the ground.

“He can keep his tongue, to explain his treachery to the gods”

“Disarm her”

Otto commanded as his voice boomed through the throne room like a proper king that would command his kings guards to obviously attack (y/n), though the real king -Viserys- had just opened his mouth to stop this when Daemon took only a step forward.

“Don’t you dare”

Daemon warned them, in a rather surprisingly composed way for the situation Daemon approached her and took the sword from her, wiping it away at his clothes lazily before he placed it back on its original spot, his hand brushed a few strands of hair that had moved and let it glide behind her shoulder, he preferred it when her hair was out of her face, so he can fully take in her beauty.

(Y/n) was seen smiling brightly, basking in her accomplishment that was so grotesque that some reported that a numerous ladies that had been witnesses had fainted or vomited at the sight.

“You must rest, my love”

“Before that”

(Y/n) proclaimed, she left her husbands side momentarily only to stand before Rhaenyra, her hands going up to cup her nieces cheeks and place a kiss on top of the heiress head, a gesture that held such affection and compassion, (y/n) had Rhaenyra in her heart and her mind as her own daughter, images of the princess running careless on the grass and finding refuge in (y/n)s hug flashed before (y/n)s eyes.

“My dear niece”

“(Y/n)” Rhaenyra breathed out

“I will never leave you, ever”

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diddybok · 1 year ago

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i’m actually obsessed with the kinks drabble u did, can u pls do it for the maknae line 🙏🏽

i picked yours to be the one to hold the absolute chaos that is abt to unfold. so i hope you were waiting patiently my love coz here it is!

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: maknae line x gn!reader

➩genre(s): smut, pwp

➩warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), penetration (not specified what hole, this one is for all the delulu’s out there) , kinks: mask, praise, degradation, oral fixation.

➩wc: 10.3k (10331)

➩author’s note: here it is. the long awaited maknae line. this is the second longest(?) fic i’ve done. but now i can continue working on my seungmin fic that’s a part of the afterglow series. now THAT is something to wait for *lip bite emoji*

➩part(s): previous

jisung | mask | 2.1k (2188) words

“Ji! Can you come here for a second?” You call from the bathroom. Your hands are currently around your back trying to do up the zipper of your costume, but it won’t budge.

Jisung comes running in, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

“What happened? I came as fast as I could!” He asks, scanning you up and down.

You furrow your eyebrows at his dramatics before shaking your head softly. You turn away from him and point to your back.

“Zipper won’t go up. Can you try for me?”

“Oh, yeah sure.”

As Jisung grabs the zip and tugs it a few times, it finally closes. You thank him and step back, assessing yourself in the mirror.

You and Jisung were invited to a halloween party and you decided, obviously, to go in a couple’s costume. It’s your favourite pastime for both of you really. Pretending as if you two are a couple when really you’re just best friends, but the public doesn’t need to know that.

You also told his parents that the two of you were dating as a joke, but he doesn’t know that. You are exceptionally good at keeping up with the whole ‘significant other’ appearances.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be the best dressed at the party and we haven’t even arrived yet.” Jisung says, flexing in the mirror.

You stifle a laugh as you admire your handiwork. You were in charge of picking the costume and making sure to get the props and makeup correct. You decided that you wanted to go as Ghost and Soap from Call of Duty.

Okay, not exactly a couple’s costume, but you wouldn’t stop pestering Jisung to be Ghost saying that he would look good in a skull mask until he finally caved and agreed.

Now you’re having regrets as he is feeling himself a little too much and he is looking a little too good doing so. You have yet to see him with his full mask and headgear on as he requested for you to give him a black smokey eye.

You use your thumb to wipe some of the excess eyeshadow that rests on the top of his cheek and you give him one playful tap. He thanks you and immediately grabs the rest of his costume.

What a good job you did because he is starting to seriously look too sexy for his own good. You can barely look at him as he assembles his mask and headgear. Then he turns to face you, his arms out wide.

Oh.

Wow.

This is certainly a strange feeling you are experiencing inside of you right now. He looks, to put it plainly, delectable. And you seriously would want nothing more than to take a bite out of him-

“Y/n? Let’s go~” Jisung says, clicking in front of your face.

You shake those inappropriate thoughts from your brain. You are not to think of him that way, absolutely not.

──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

The party most definitely helps to distract from the glory that is Jisung. You have loosened up a little, enjoying the music, people’s costumes and the atmosphere as a whole.

“Y/n! God I’ve been looking everywhere for you. We can’t be a couple’s costume if we’re constantly separated, you know.” Jisung yells over the loud music, frowning.

You look up at him, his beautiful big brown eyes standing out from the white mask. Perhaps convincing him that this would be a good costume was not good for your mental wellbeing after all.

“Yeah…maybe.”

“What do you mean yeah maybe? Just yes.” he grabs ahold of your hand and pulls you close. You can smell his cologne, the one you bought him for his birthday. You take a deep breath. “Come, let’s go upstairs for a bit.” He says starting to lead you towards the staircase.

Your eyes widen and you try to plant your feet on the ground.

“Wait, just us? Like alone? Why?” You stammer.

He just looks at you as if you aren’t thinking straight. He tries to move you again but you don’t budge. You see him roll his eyes before you let out a questionable noise of surprise as he picks you up and carries you up the stairs.

He jiggles the handles of a few doors before finding an unlocked room. Being mindful not to bash your head or your feet, he manoeuvres his way through the doorway and places you gently on the bed. As you settle the unwanted swarm of butterflies in your stomach, Jisung goes over to the door and locks it.

“Why are we up here Ji?” You ask, your hands fiddling with a zip on your costume as you look around the room.

He takes off his helmet to free his hair; his mask shortly follows and he blinks to adjust to the light. Running a hand through the messy locks, he sits down beside you on the bed.

“Just needed a moment away y’know? It was getting a bit much down there. You really had to pick a costume that would draw all the attention to us huh?” He says nudging you with his elbow.

You wince slightly, rubbing the side of your ribs before squinting at him.

“You told me you wanted to be the centre of attention. I should be hearing a thank you, not complaints.” Jisung shakes his head at your words.

“I think it’s this mask, or the combat gear, or both. It’s certainly getting a rile off people.” He says in all seriousness. You miss the way his eyes lingers on you with a pointed look before they cast away to a corner of the room.

“Well of course. A mask automatically makes somebody look way more fuckable.” You say nonchalantly.

He turns to you, a smug smile on his face.

“Are you saying I’m only fuckable with this mask on?” Jisung says in a sultry tone.

You blink, seemingly caught like a deer in headlights. Has his voice always sounded so enticing?

“You and I both know that isn’t the case. But it damn sure helps your case.” Jisung gawks at this. His arm moving behind your waist and settling dangerously close to your ass as he leans in closer to you.

“My case huh?” He tilts his head at you, eyes squinting slightly. “You mean to say you wouldn’t fuck me in all my glory right now?” He questions, his voice nearing a whisper.

“Are you drunk?”

“Off you, yeah.”

You roll your eyes and lightly smack his chest. He grabs your hand gently and tugs your arm, making you involuntarily fall into his chest. You try to move back, but his other arm lowers you down onto the bed, caging you in. He smirks at you.

“Want me to put the mask on?” He removes his grasp on your hand and his fingers dance along your jaw. “That way it doesn’t technically count as me, but Ghost, who gets to have his way with you.” He purrs.

What the fuck is in the air tonight? Is Phil Collins playing somewhere?! You awkwardly chuckle.

“You know we’re only supposed to act like a couple in front of other people right? Nobody is having their way with anybody.” You say more to yourself rather than to him.

You knew it was a lie the minute it came out of your mouth. Now your costume is broken from the sheer force of Jisung and his manly ways of needing to rid you of your clothes.

“Fuck, fuck yes. You’re so fucking tight baby, shit~” Jisung, or rather ‘Ghost’ says as he grinds down into you.

The way he calls you baby makes your heart flutter. It’s not as if he hasn’t before, but those times he wasn’t, well, in you.

You really can’t believe he is inside of you right now. Inside of you whilst he adorns that incredibly sexy skull mask.

His deep grunts and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall over the muffled music from downstairs sends a shot of ecstasy straight into your veins.

“Bet you couldn’t fuckin’ keep it together at the thought of me in this mask huh? I seen the way you were looking at me downstairs darling, fuck, just had to get you all to myself. Couldn’t take much more of your pretty eyes looking at me like that any longer.” Jisung says as he repositions himself onto his knees.

He grabs your waist, your back arching off the bed as he uses you like his personal fleshlight.

The sounds of your moans are sure to make anybody who walks by stop and listen. No doubt blushing profusely whilst needing to quickly flee to give you your privacy.

Your hands reach up, grasping anything they could get a hold of. You manage to grab a buckle from his helmet and you lift your head to look at his mask.

“Ah fuck Y/n. Please don’t look at me like that. You’re squeezin’ so tight around me every time you look at my face. Driving me fuckin’ insane baby.” Jisung says, his fingers digging deeper into your waist as he pounds into you harder.

His grunts turn into that of a whine. His breath no doubt, creating condensation inside of his mask.

You run your fingers over the dips and curves of his mask. His hand trails to your back, lifting your body up so that your chest is flush against him.

Not casting your eyes away from the mask, you begin to grind down into his lap. His hands settle on the curve of your back, his fingers harshly gripping the supple flesh.

“Y/n—”

You just wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder as you start to bounce up and down. Jisung gladly meets you halfway by thrusting up into you at full force.

“Baby I can’t, not when you feel this good. I’m, shit, I’m gonna come Y/n.” Jisung whines, his breath becoming short.

“Me too Ji. I’m about to—”

“Come with me Y/n. Please, please I need you to feel good with me baby.” Jisung says. He releases one of his hands from you and he throws his helmet and mask off.

The sight with him wearing the mask is certainly one to engrave into your brain. But Jisung with his hair messy, eyes full blown with desire; only for you. Sweat dripping down his hairline and his plump lips parted as he releases quick breaths is something you would pay to see over and over again.

His hand makes his way to your chest, pinching and twisting the hardened bud before enveloping it with his mouth.

The sensation of his mouth on your nipple and his relentless fucking up into makes you see stars. You throw your head back, stilling your movements as you come.

If Jisung wasn’t catching feelings already then he did after he heard his name so gorgeously mewled from your lips; sending him over the edge as he pumped his load inside of you.

He shouldn't have, but he did. You simply felt just too good.

As you both come down from your high with heavy pants and small chuckles here and there, you assess the damage done.

Not to your relationship, but rather your clothes.

“So, through your fit of horny rage, did it occur to you that ripping apart my only costume that I brought would leave me topless?” You ask him with a raised eyebrow.

He looks down at your exposed chest, then at the floor where your broken top resides.

“Can’t you put it on and, y’know, just hold it tight whilst we find our way outta here?” He suggests.

You look down at the costume. Sure, some of it may be salvageable, doesn’t mean you want to hold it up to your chest and risk some drunkard bumping into you causing you to release your grip.

You get off the bed and start looking through the chest of drawers. Certainly not appropriate to do in somebody else’s home, but you don’t feel too bad considering their house will be trashed to a point where a large amount of money will need to be invested into replacing and fixing the damages.

Luckily, you find a shirt. You go to put it on but Jisung stops you. He takes the shirt from your hands and he opens it up, gently dressing you. Once he pulls the shirt over your head, he places a totally platonic kiss to your soft lips.

You tilt your head up at him, a silent question that he seems to understand.

“Because I want to take it off you, actually take my time with you when we get back and do it properly. Do it for real.” He says, his voice above a mere whisper.

Grabbing your hand, he leads the two of you out of the party. You can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face.

Who knew that Jisung wearing a mask would lead to this point? Not you, that’s for sure!

felix | praise | 2.2k (2205) words

The clock reads 01:36 am as you make your way to the skate park. The day was filled with sun and blue sky promising you a nice clear night sky covered in a blanket of stars. You climb the ramp and your senses are already filled with Felix.

“Thought you said you were gonna get here before me?” Felix teases not moving from his current position. You scoff lightly and wiggle your way into his arms and under the blanket.

Sure this may be slightly intimate for friends to do, but you know that Felix is a touchy person and you don’t mind all that much. Especially when he is the only one who agrees to stargaze with you at late hours of the night.

──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

Time passes by and the two of you lay there listening to your playlist and the crickets.

“Lix?”

“Hmm?”

“I finished reading the book that I had been putting off for ages” You say smiling softly. You feel his head turn to look down at you, so you meet his eyes, tilting your head up from his chest.

“Seriously?” You nod. “Wow, I’m so proud of you angel! Did you enjoy it?” He gleams.

Your brain takes a second to process what he has just said. Your face faltering and your hand that laid flat on his chest, now bunching up his shirt.

“Y/n? Did you enjoy it?” Felix asks again, chuckling softly at your fist balling up his shirt. You could only release a small hum in agreement. Felix looks back up to the stars and you miss the cocky smirk that now adorns his face.

“Hm, you’ve made me proud so far. You wanna use your words and tell me what you liked about the book like the good little angel you are?” Felix speaks lowly.

You can’t help but to squeeze your thighs together because of the way he is praising you right now. What has gotten into him? More specifically, what has gotten into you?!

“Uh, I liked how there was a story in the book” You say hurriedly, looking at the stars. Anything but him. Felix lets out a roar of laughter which inevitably snaps you out of your trance.

“Why are you laughing?” You groan, unaware of the nonsensical sentence you had just said.

He just shakes his head and pulls you closer into his embrace. His hand starts to stroke at your side and you are suddenly becoming extremely aware of the proximity between the two of you.

“Oh look, a shooting star!” You lie, pointing up to the sky to try and ease the tension.

However, Felix, much to your dismay, was not looking up at the sky, but rather at you. Looking at you like either the only person in the world, or the tastiest sweet treat he has ever seen.

Does he want to dote on you or eat you? You really can’t decipher which as you study his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that…”

“You’re just so good, so so sweet. I love having you in my life. I’m always so proud of everything you do. Makes me wanna keep you all to myself and not let anyone experience your sweetness.” Felix says, his other hand lifting your chin up to look him in the eyes. Something you are really struggling to do.

You gulp, unsure of the feelings that bubble in the pit on your stomach.

“M’serious. You have the most gorgeous smile doll, so pretty.”

Butterflies? Perhaps butterflies are fluttering in your stomach.

“Especially when I’m the one that makes you smile. I shouldn’t say this, but I think about you all the time. You’re always on my mind, Y/n.” Felix says, his eyes now wondering to the twinkles in the sky.

You can’t breathe. You know he likes to get personal, but not like this. Never like this. Something is different with the way he’s talking to you. It has been ever since the last time you were at the skate park with him and he told you how pretty you looked.

It may have been a slip of the tongue, but you expressed to him that you like when he would praise you.

Now the little shit has found a way to constantly fluster you.

“All good thoughts I hope.” You say breaking the silence that was brewing between the two of you.

“Of course. Could never be anything bad with you angel. Even if I was upset with you, all you have to do is just look at me with those perfect eyes and I’m yours. Can’t ever stay mad at you,” he shakes his head. “Never.”

You sit up, looking down at him with your mouth agape. He turns to look towards you, his arm going under his head to prop it up. He’s clearly been going to the gym recently because his arms are getting toned, and bigger.

The protruding veins on his forearms are enough to make you drool.

“Why would you say all that to me knowing I can’t kiss you for it.” You say, crossing your arms. He chuckles at you.

“Who says you can’t?”

You look around the empty skate park as if the answer was obvious.

“Uh, literally the number one rule in the rulebook of best friends? It’s the same for everyone ever. You kiss and you open up a door of complications.” You say matter-of-factly.

Felix sits up, the blanket falling from his chest and pooling at his waist. He places his hand in the space between your crossed legs as he dips his head slightly under to look at you through his eyelashes.

“Fuck the rulebook. You know you and I don’t follow rules anyways. That’s why we hop the locked gate to the park almost every night.” He states, smirking.

You can’t argue with that. He got you there. Though you aren’t done putting up a fight so you shake your head to disagree with something you clearly agree with him on.

“Well yes, but no. We can’t kiss.”

“I wanna kiss you.” He says looking at your lips.

“I just said we can’t.”

“Let me kiss you Y/n.” He licks his lips, his gaze unwavering.

You hesitate, but stand strong in this battle as you shake your head.

“Lix, strictly prohibited.”

“One teeny tiny kiss can’t hurt.” He says, his voice dropping dangerously low.

Gosh he looks so pretty underneath the moonlight. He literally has a twinkle in his eye. Not to mention his own set of stars that are sprinkled across his nose and under his eyes.

“I…want to, but—”

“But you’re talking too much. Let’s busy your lips shall we? Be my good little angel and kiss me.” He whispers, bringing his hand to cup your cheek.

You aren’t the world’s strongest soldier as you close the distance between you. Your lips entwine with his and fall into a rhythmic pattern almost immediately.

He smiles into the kiss whispering a ‘There you go doll’ making you squeeze those thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

It’s cold outside, but the heat that your bodies emit are keeping you both warm as your body’s move in tandem. He kneels as you are on all fours, taking him down your throat.

“Y-yes~ So good. Just like that for me, doll. Just like that.” Felix moans as he pushes your head up and down his throbbing length.

Eager to please, you hollow your cheeks, taking him as far down your throat as you can get him. You moan around him and his head falls back as he holds your head down and thrusts into your mouth, making you gag.

“Good fucking angel. Taking me so far down that pretty little throat of yours. Shit, you gonna let me fuck your pretty hole? Please baby, make me happy and let me fuck you slow.”

He releases his hold on you and repositions himself. The blanket is now being used as a barrier between your naked bodies and the cold concrete beneath you.

Risky considering a guard could decide to do their job tonight and parole the park, but they never do. And that is at the farthest part of your brain as you now crawl up Felix’s body. Rubbing yourself up and down his length.

He releases a soft grunt, grabbing your hips forcing you to stop your movement.

“Don’t tease.” He warns as he raises his eyebrow at you giving you a firm smack on your ass.

You giggle, biting your lip as you attempt to move your hips once more before he smacks you harder this time.

“Naughty. Don’t start acting up now doll or else I won’t be so nice hm? Will you be good for me?” He asks lifting your hips slightly as he grabs his dick. He pumps it once before he runs it over your core a couple of times.

Realising he was waiting for your answer, you nod vigorously. He smiles at you before sinking you down on his cock, both of you letting out a long, breathy moan.

“So warm, so tight, fuck you’re choking me darling.” Felix growls, thrusting up into you slowly.

You rest your hands on his chest, meeting his thrusts halfway.

“Oh look at you. You wanna take the lead? Go on then doll. Ride me, but go slow baby yeah?” He lays still, his hands busying themselves with your nipples.

Taking his command, you start to ride him slowly. You close your eyes as you cherish each vein, each ridge of his dick as your walls envelope him.

“You look so pretty on top of me Y/n. Mm, I will never get this image out of my head. You’re made for me.” He pulls you down so that your chest lays on his as he starts to thrust up into you. He simply couldn’t resist the temptation that is you.

“Shit, can’t let you go after this. I’ll be damned if you fuck anybody else. You can’t, you’re mine now. Say it. Open your eyes, doll and tell me you’re mine.” He speaks into your ear before turning your head to face him.

“I’m yours Felix. Always have been.” You say with a soft whimper.

“Ah fuck~ Good. You’re damn right you always have been, my angel.” He starts to speed up, his hand trailing to between your legs to give you that extra stimulation.

“Lix I’m close.” You say, meeting his thrusts again as you whine loudly.

“I know baby, I know. Wanna come for me? Yeah you do. Be my good little angel and come on this cock.”

That was all you needed as you gushed all over him. Your legs quiver as you clench tightly around him.

“That’s it, feel good on my cock doll. You’re squeezin’ me so fucking tight love.” Felix’s voice is shaky as he wraps his arms around your waist and begins to chase his release.

He only lasts a couple more thrusts before he’s moaning your name so beautifully in your ear as he releases inside of you. You feel it, there’s so much as he empties his dick all in your hole.

You look down to where the two of you connect, his hips finally stilling as he breathes heavily. You lift up off of him and the mixture of your climax seeps out and drops back onto his length. Following put, Felix looks down at the mess you’ve both made, smiling smugly.

He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing tightly before he smacks it.

“Clean it up.”

Without a second thought, you move down and settle between his legs. With your ass perched in the air, you don’t waste time as you lick up and down his length. Sucking his balls into your mouth as you collect every last drop of the result of tonight’s escapades.

He has to grab your hair and pull your head up, the feeling of your tongue and soft wet mouth too much for an overstimulated Felix.

“Okay okay, shit, you did such a good job for me. Never expected anything less from my angel. M’so proud of you, c’mere.” He says, opening his arms wide.

You move to lay beside him and he folds the both of you up in the blanket. To the best of his ability anyway.

You both calm down, your senses momentarily heightened. Stroking your arm he litters the side of your head and your forehead with kisses. He then lifts your chin up to face him, planting a deeply soft kiss to your lips.

“I’m so proud of you. My little star,” Another kiss. “You shine brighter than all of the ones in the sky,” Another kiss. “I promise. You’re mine, I’m yours.” His voice, a softly spoken promise.

“I’m yours, you’re mine.” You say, smiling at him.

Felix doesn’t have to play pretend in the little world he has created that consists of you and him as now he gets to finally live in the reality of it. And you, you’re just happy to be a part of this new constellation that’s been written in the stars.

seungmin | degradation | 2.9k (2929) words

“Oh I would. I definitely would. ‘Til my jaw locks, the neighbours know their name, the wallpaper peels off the wall. You would need at least ten big bodied people to try to pry me off of them. I am so serious.” You practically drool.

You were showing Seungmin edits of your current celebrity crushes, having said extremely vulgar things about them and just what you would do for the past thirty minutes.

And no, you do not care if these said crushes may also consist of pixelated characters from games. If a person is attractive, they are attractive. You are not fussy.

Seungmin on the other hand has had to deal with his inbox of all his social media being full of edits that you bombard him with. Safe to say he is sick of it.

“You are disgusting” Seungmin groans.

“Yep. They so could have me in any position”

“Have you no shame?”

“Any day of the week.”

“Y/n, stop.”

“For them I am simply a hole-”

“Jesus fucking christ! Can you for once in your life not act like a fucking slut?” Seungmin questions, raising his voice slightly.

Oh. Oh.

You stop dead in your tracks, gulping loudly. You don’t say another word. Fearful for if you open your mouth, you will plead him to say it again.

“What now you’re silent?” He scoffs and looks over at you, monitoring your face. You still don’t move, not even to scroll through more edits on your phone. The same sound playing over and over. He sees the way you tightly grasp the fabric of your joggers before bringing his eyes back to your face.

“You liked that…didn’t you?” He quizzes, inching closer to you on the sofa. He places one hand on the arm-rest and the other rests near the back of your head; caging you in. When you don’t respond, he gently grabs a hold of your chin with his fingers.

“I asked you a question. Or are you too stupid to rack your brain to think of anything other than being used for your body?” He whispers.

You just came. Well you think you just did. If you didn’t, you are surely on your way.

“…No.” You meekly respond.

He laughs softly, pulling away and moving to his side of the sofa again.

“Oh okay. Was just making sure.” Seungmin says with a shit-eating grin.

You furrow your eyebrows at this, looking at him quizzically.

“What’s that supposed to mean? What do you mean you were just making sure? Making sure of what?” You ramble.

Seungmin just hums, ignoring your array of questions. He busies himself with his phone, completely shutting you out.

That incident happened on Monday, it is now Saturday. Something has shifted between the two of you, at least you think it has.

It is not rare for the two of you to bash heads. It is usually you getting on Seungmin’s nerves and he always cusses you out for it. Except the way he has been doing it since Monday has been…interesting.

It’s like he knows something about you. About the way you react to the way he raises his voice at you. The way he scoffs a laugh at you when you fail again at a level on the video game the two of you play. Or the way he downright disrespects you.

It’s stressing you out to say the least. When he acts cold and distant to you and then immediately blows up on you for even suggesting that he is acting weird.

You decided to give him some space during the week to sort out whatever mood swing he was going through.

You are at his house now for ‘Sleepless Saturday’s’. This was a tradition between the two of you and his other two roommates Jeongin and Chris.

First you all do some gaming, then you all stuff your faces with whatever food you want and now you begin the movie marathon. Luckily for you, it’s your turn to choose what everyone watches this Saturday.

Due to the fact that Seungmin had been off with you all week, you decided that you were going to torture him with choosing a movie franchise that he particularly doesn’t like.

It was only fair considering what he had put you through. You have never been so confusingly horny ever in your entire life.

As the boys come into the room with drinks and snacks you hear a groan from Jeongin and Seungmin. Chris just snickers to himself as he sits down in his designated seat.

“Right, who here pissed you off?” Jeongin says, looking at you before turning to the other guys. “You know this only happens when you piss Y/n off! And I know for damn sure it wasn’t me so you better own up or I will make all of you watch the director’s cut of Lord of the Rings next Saturday.”

At that, all of your eyes go wide as you plead with Jeongin. Chris complaining at how he wasn’t the one to blame and Jeongin confirming that it couldn’t possibly have been him.

All eyes fall to Seungmin who sits there snacking on some popcorn. He looks up to see eyes on him and he throws his hands in the air.

“What are you looking at me for?” Seungmin groans.

“If it wasn’t me or him, that only leaves you, genius.” Jeongin says, shaking his head at Seungmin.

Seungmin’s mouth falls open as he struggles to get words out. He looks from them to you, to which you quickly divert your eyes to the television screen.

“Dude, come on. Whatever you did to Y/n just apologise.” Chris says.

You are trying to hide your smile by taking a sip of your drink. You can always trust Jeongin to up the ante.

“I didn’t do anything!” Seungmin retorts. He keeps trying to catch your eye to have you side with him and convince them that they are just blowing this out of proportion, but you don’t give in so easily.

“You clearly did if we are all watching the Twilight Saga tonight.”

“Alright guys let’s calm down. The longer we argue the longer it takes for me to see some sexy vampires and werewolves on the screen. Sit down, I’m pressing play.” You say, breaking it up.

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The start of the second film has begun and you can feel a pair of eyes on you. Subtly, you stretch and turn your head to confirm the suspicions.

Seungmin stares at you with squinted eyes and you furrow your eyebrows in return. You almost miss it, but he points to the stairs before immediately getting up.

The other boys don’t pay him any mind as they, though they complained, are entranced by the film.

“Innie I’m cold, can I borrow a hoodie?” You ask.

“Yeah, just get one from my room.” He never pries his eyes away from the screen. “You know where. Just don’t—”

“Go in the second drawer yeah I know.” You say rolling your eyes and running up the stairs.

Passing Jeongin’s room, you go straight into Seungmin’s. He sits on the bed with his head in his hands.

“What?” You ask, folding your arms. He immediately stands up, walking past you to close his door. As he does, you get a whiff of his cologne and it smells delectable.

You have barely been in close proximity to him the whole day let alone the whole week, afraid that he will just snap at you.

“What the fuck Y/n?” He says in a hushed tone, careful not to be too loud.

“What do you mean?”

“Why have you been acting so weird? You’ve been so on edge around me today and then you chose Twilight as the film’s for us to watch. I.N’s right, you only do that when you’re pissed off. Did I do something?” Seungmin says, genuinely worried.

You fiddle with your fingers, trying to voice your feelings.

“You’ve been acting so strange since Monday…”

“This again? Jesus Y/n what about Monday?” Seungmin says, now frustrated.

You scoff and turn around. Trying to open the door to his room. It opens slightly before it gets slammed shut, his hand right by your head.

“Y/n. You do not walk away from me when I’m trying to have a conversation with you. Especially when I don’t know what I’ve done.” Seungmin says quietly behind you.

“Seungmin, this couldn't wait until tomorrow?”

He drops his head and you can feel his breath tickle the back of your neck.

“You’re killing me Y/n. Using my full name? Please just tell me. Tell me what I did.” He whispers against your ear.

Your chest rises and falls heavily at the lack of distance between the two of you. You take a deep breath.

“You were mean to me.”

He turns your body around so that you are facing him, his hands never break contact from holding you, his thumb stroking your arms softly.

“Was I? What did I say?”

“You said that I was a slut.”

Seungmin stares at you before he breaks out into a smile. He covers his mouth and recomposes himself.

“No I never. I said that you act like a slut. And was I wrong? No again. But you liked it didn’t you, sweetheart?”

Your mouth falls open. How has he flipped this back on you?

“Don’t tempt me with your open mouth Y/n. You know I’d love to shut you up in a way I know you would like.” He caresses your cheek with his hand.

“F-fuck you Seungmin.” You stammer, embarrassed. He just laughs at you, his bottom lip sticking out slightly as he tilts his head at you.

“No you want me to? I bet you do. Wanna open those legs for me like the filthy little whore you are huh? Want me to fuck you like you crave? Like the needy little cumslut you are?” Seungmin says, his voice now in a low timbre.

You hope the boys are so entranced that they can’t hear you become a moaning mess for your best friend upstairs.

It doesn’t help how he’s been calling you his dirty little plaything ever since he shoved his cock down your throat. Then pumped his fingers in and out of you as he sucked, licked and went to town on you with that dangerously long (and skilled) tongue of his.

Now you find yourself with your legs draped over his shoulders as he shows no mercy with his hips as he thrusts in and out of you at full speed.

“Yeah, take it slut. You’re not good for anything other than opening up those legs of yours. You just let anyone fuck you like this?” He lands a hard slap to your ass making you moan. “Huh? I asked you a question, you better fucking answer it.” He growls.

“N-no. Never.” You mewl, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You hear him laugh at you. The fucker is laughing at you as he takes you to pound town.

“Never knew my best friend was so needy for cock. Yeah your fingers and your toys with your little fantasies of your crushes don’t do shit. You needed, no, wanted to feel like my own little sex doll didn’t you?” He says chuckling.

He slows down, putting both of your ankles on his right shoulder as he presses your legs into your chest and grinds down, hitting you so unbelievably deep. That delicious spot inside getting stroked time and time again as he rolls his hips into you.

The sweat off his forehead drips just below your eye, mixing with the tears that make their descent down the side of your cheek, wetting the side of your head.

He is enjoying the way you react, the way you clench around him tightly every single time he degrades you. Caught up in the heat of it all, he licks a stripe of your tears, humming at the salty taste.

Your mouth, open and panting for air, gets intruded by his tongue licking along your own before enclosing his mouth around yours, swallowing your moans.

This is all so filthy. So vulgar. So good.

The kiss is wet, sloppy and a mix of both of you breathing into each other’s mouths. He pulls away with your bottom lip between his teeth. He bit so hard he very nearly drew blood. The pain just mixes with the pleasure as you whine at the sensation to which he licks and soothes the bite marks that he’s created.

He dips his head down, kissing, sucking and blowing cool air on your neck before speaking low in your ear.

“You’re such a dirty hole. My own personal—fuck, tight little hole for me to fill up. Aren’t you? Shit~”

“Min I can’t. Too much.” You say as your hands travel down his back, your nails scraping so hard it breaks the skin.

“Yes you can. You can take it Y/n, come on. It’s what you were made for. You were made to be used, you can fucking take it.”

“Minnie m’gonna fucking come.” You cry out.

He shakes his head.

“No the fuck you’re not you dumb little hole. Ngh, you’re gonna make me come first. I’m first, then you can. Mkay?” Seungmin says, his voice betraying the authoritative demeanour he adopted as it cracks slightly; turning into a desperate whine.

You try to be good for him, holding the coil that threatens to burst any minute now.

“Fuck I’m coming. Shit Y/n, I’m coming.” He says, his hands roughly gripping the pillow beside your head as he unloads into you.

“Please, please, please!” You whine, rocking your hips to chase your own release.

Knowing you’re about to snap, he moves one of his hands between your thighs, stimulating you at your core whilst trying his hardest to fuck you through your orgasm.

You swear you’ve never come this hard. Let alone this much. Your legs are uncontrollably shaking. You milk him dry and he makes sure you ride out your high for as long as possible before he collapses half on you, half on the bed.

You try to catch your breath, but it is proving difficult.

“Y/n take a deep breath for me sweetheart.” Seungmin says, catching his own breath as he strokes your forehead as places gentle kisses to your eyelids and cheeks.

You take three deep breaths and are able to regulate your breathing to soft pants now.

He pulls out of you, moaning at the loss of warmth, but also at the mess that spills out of you. He moves down the bed, cleaning you up. Eagerly lapping up the result of both of your climaxes.

You don’t think you can take anymore of the overstimulation and you weakly push his head away to which he laughs that sexy laugh of his again.

“Okay okay, m’sorry you just taste too good.” He crawls back up the bed and lays beside you, holding you in his arms.

He doesn’t even think he has gone as intense as he did just then and he doesn’t think you have either.

He makes sure to just hold you, swaying you lightly as he kisses you on the side of your head. He looks at his bedside table saying an internal thanks as he sees his water bottle is full.

He takes it and holds it to your mouth.

“Y/n I need you to drink this for me okay. Open your mouth darling. There we go, slowly, not too fast.” Seungmin soothes as he helps you drink.

Once you’ve had at least a quarter he stops for a bit. Telling you just how good you were for him and that he’s so proud of you. He rubs between your thighs, not even to get you going again, just to soothe the ache.

“I’m not letting you have sex with anybody like that other than me.” He says and you both laugh. Though he is completely serious. After that you simply cannot even think about any of your celebrity crushes because you just know he has ruined you for them. Even if they were just a fantasy.

After, and only after you had finished the bottle of water, were you allowed to let him clean you up properly. When you got the strength to get up, you tried to make yourself look like you weren’t just fucked into oblivion as you hobble down the stairs with Seungmin.

That was your, amongst many, mistake.

Jeongin and Chris look appalled. You see Chris shaking his head whilst Jeongin jumps up from his seat, actually looking like he could hurt the both of you.

“What, and I can not stress this enough, the FUCK!” Jeongin yells.

“No way you were clapping cheeks when we had to sit here and watch two whole Twilight movies. No way.” Chris mumbles to himself.

“What do you mean?” Seungmin says shrugging and acting confused.

You think you actually saw the string of sanity that was holding Jeongin together snap as he lunges for Seungmin. Whilst Chris on the other hand shakes his head at you like a disappointed mother.

Through Seungmin’s screams and Chris’ ‘Mate yous are nasty’, it’s safe to say that you and Seungmin deserve to sit through the director’s cut of Lord of the Rings at least three times to make up for tonight!

jeongin | oral fixation | 3k (3009) words

You stretch, releasing a small yawn from beside Jeongin before placing the knuckle of your finger between your teeth as you concentrate on scrolling through your laptop.

Jeongin was texting on his phone, humming a simple tune. However, the sound of a wrapper unfolding and being squished up into a ball caught his attention.

He watches as you place the lollipop between your lips. This is the third one today.

One of the boys in the group chat sent a video of what they’re currently doing. Jeongin knows that you think all of his friends are attractive. Which he likes to pretend doesn’t bother him, but deep down it makes his right eye twitch a little bit.

Yet being the good friend he is, he turns the phone and shows you, lightly nudging your arm with his elbow.

You watch as Minho lifts a spoon to his lips, his tongue darting out to catch the contents dripping from the spoon before he puts it in his mouth and moans.

“How does he make eating soup look so fucking hot.” You say with your lollipop tucked away in the side of your cheek.

“He doesn’t. He’s just being annoying.” Jeongin says distastefully.

You lean over him, grabbing the white stick of your sweet treat between your fingers as you press play on the video again.

Jeongin watches you as you become strangely enraptured by the video. When Minho catches the liquid with his tongue, he sees you watching intently, the lollipop slowly making itself comfortable back in its designated place.

As the video ends for the third time, you are now quiet as you occupy your mind with something Jeongin knows not.

The way you so seamlessly move back into your previous state of shopping on your laptop made Jeongin squint his eyes.

It always did make him wonder why you would always adorn a sweet suckle between your lips. Always a lollipop, a hard candy or just an ice cream. Anything that could keep your mouth busy, you made sure to have.

But it was only with him you did it. He never questioned it until now, when things started to click into place.

“Innie are you even listening to me?” You say waving your hand in front of his face. He blinks a couple of times, taking account of the sweet treat in your hand.

“What?”

“I said what pair of shoes should I get? I have loads of black, barely any white and little to no coloured ones. What are we feeling?” You say turning your laptop to face him.

He looks at the choices of shoes you have presented in front of him. He never has been good with masking the expressions on his face; this time it shows one of disgust.

You catch the expression quickly and you groan.

“You hate them all. You know what, forget this. I’m just gonna continue to wear the shoes I already have.” You say placing the lollipop in your mouth and turning the laptop back to your eyes only.

Curiosity bested Jeongin as he looked at you with questioning eyes.

“Why do you always have something in your mouth?”

You look at him with a raised eyebrow, taking the lollipop out of your mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, for the past month, every time we hang out, you’re always eating.”

He realised he hadn’t quite worded that correctly as you squint at him. Though before you could press further he held his hands out, quick with an explanation.

“No, not like that. I mean you always have a sweet or an ice cream. Why?”

You shrug, scrolling through a new clothing website you found.

“I dunno, soothing I guess.”

“I can’t imagine it’s good for your teeth.” Jeongin says as he grabs the remote to the television.

“We’re all gonna die anyways, what does it matter if it’s not good for my teeth.” He rolls his eyes at your logic, though he continues to browse through Youtube.

“Just because we’re all gonna die, doesn't mean you have to speed up the process.”

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head.

“I don’t think I’m going to die anytime soon from a few cavities Innie.”

He turns to look at you, momentarily peering over at your laptop screen.

“I don’t know, I just feel like you should find other alternatives. You have good teeth, I’d hate to see them all withered away by the time we’re like forty.”

You turn to him and purposefully crunch down on your lollipop.

“May I ask what made you decide to hone in on my habits? ‘Cause it seems you care very much for the health of my molars.” You taunt.

“I…I don’t know. Was just curious I guess, whatever. What do you wanna watch?”

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Strange. From that day onwards , every single time you would hang out with Jeongin, he would notice that your mouth didn’t occupy a sweet treat.

Perhaps he had gotten used to seeing your pretty lips moulded around something. Perhaps his mind would replace the sweet treat you were sucking for his dick.

Gosh, no! He can not be thinking about you that way. Yet…the thought sends blood rushing straight to the core of his being. Not ideal with the warmth that the jacuzzi is providing and the sight of you in your bathing suit no less than a metre away.

“You didn’t have a lollipop today.” He states as he plays with the bubbles that rise to the surface of the water.

“I had a dream that I got really bad cavities and my teeth fell out. I’m not joking, it scared me so bad that I vowed to stop eating hard candies.” You exclaim.

Jeongin bursts out laughing but you look at him with a deadpan face.

“What was the joke? Because I fear I’m missing out.” You say crossing your arms and raising your eyebrow.

At this, Jeongin stops laughing and rolls his eyes.

“Oh come on, how do you expect me not to laugh at that?” He snickers.

“It was a nightmare! I swear if I lose any teeth, I am going to gnaw on you with my gums until I make you bleed.” You say slinking further down into the jacuzzi.

You’re brought out of your slump when Jeongin decides to playfully splash water at you. You get him back by splashing water directly in his face. His mouth was open from laughter and now he is choking on the water that he accidentally swallowed.

He tries not to make a scene, but how could anybody possibly not when they are choking. Clutching the side of the jacuzzi he heaves and coughs.

He feels the water move beside him and soon a hand patting him on his back quickly follows.

“Alright tough guy, calm down.” You say patting and rubbing his back in small circles.

This seemed to have helped him as now he turns back around and submerges himself in the water. But before his head went under, he could hear your giggles.

Mischievousness graces Jeongin as he decides to grab your ankle under the water making you scream and grab ahold of his hair.

He winces in pain as you pull him up and immediately start scolding him.

Something about how if he does it again you will roundhouse kick him in the neck? He isn’t too sure as the water was still pouring out of his ears.

“What’s got you so cranky as of late? You're having withdrawals from your sweet treats, huh?” Jeongin asks as he sits back down in the jacuzzi next to you.

“No! Yes… I don’t know, I just feel so restless. Having something to suck just calmed my thoughts as weird as it sounds.” You voice frustratedly.

Jeongin listens as you unload about how this weird obsession over needing something in your mouth has made it hard for you to focus if you don’t have something occupying your mouth.

He says a silent prayer of forgiveness for what he is about to do.

“You can always suck my fingers.”

You look at him as if he just called you a hideous, vile creature. At least that’s the same look you gave him when he said that you were like ‘if cream cheese was a person.’

“You’re serious aren’t you?” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

“It’s just me. I mean there are other things to suck.” You raise your eyebrow. “I’m joking.” He wasn’t joking.

“But I can’t just suck your dry finger.”

“It’s not dry, see?” He holds up his hands as water cascades down his arm, “Perfectly wet, as all hands should be. Ignore that last part. I don't know what that meant.”

You chuckle softly at his nervousness.

“I am not sucking hot tub water off of your finger Innie. Come, follow me.” You say as you get out, grabbing your towel.

He follows quickly like a duckling following its mother as you lead him to the kitchen. You open it and get out a jar of honey. Turning to Jeongin with what you hold like a trophy, you stand there beaming and he can’t help but to swoon internally at how cute you are.

“What about the tooth nightmare?” Jeongin quips.

Your smile falls and you pout.

Oh how he wants to kiss the pout off of your plump lips.

“A little honey won’t hurt, like I said, I’m not sucking hot tub water off of your finger.”

He watches as you dance around the kitchen, grabbing a teaspoon and taking a seat beside him on the island.

As you scoop the teaspoon into the honey, he hears you mutter something along the lines of ‘I can’t believe I am doing this.’

You hold the spoon up to his mouth.

“Have a little taste first, see if it’s nice.”

He squints playfully at you before his tongue pokes out of his mouth to taste the sweet substance.

In the corner of his eye, he watches as your eyes bore into his lips. Being a tease, he licks them, just so he can witness that wonderful reaction in which you hitch your breath and then pretend you weren’t staring directly at his mouth.

“Sweet as ever,” He swipes his index finger across the spoon and holds his finger up and makes a come hither motion. “Come taste for yourself.”

You place the spoon on the island before leaning forwards to try and capture his finger.

He moves his hand towards him, making you nearly fall off the stool. He chuckles deeply, his hand going to your thigh to steady you.

“Come on, I said come and taste for yourself.” He teases.

You sit back, your eyes momentarily looking at his smirk before it falls back to his finger. The honey glistens in the light, a trail making its descent down his finger as if it’s racing away to save its life.

You grab his wrist, taking him by surprise, but he tsks at you.

Ignoring his disapproval at your impatience, you slowly lick the trail of honey that was trying to escape. Your tongue ascends to the tip before your lips enclose around his finger.

You close your eyes, relishing in the dulcet taste as you suck all of it off.

The sight of you, his best friend, sat here in your bathing suit: damp, is making his head go berserk. He is trying to fight the violent urge to moan out loud at this sudden turn of events.

What causes his swimming trunks to tighten is the moan you release around his finger at the taste. You had to have done that on purpose you little tease.

Once sated, you release his finger with a pop. Looking up at him with a wide smile and a bat of your eyelashes, he swears he’s being hypnotised.

This act alone has made an indelible impact on the relationship between the two of you. It would be a waste if he didn’t take this opportunity whilst it is still arising.

And it certainly was an opportunity he would be an idiot to miss. Which is why it explains the way you two are situated on the sofa. Jeongin is sitting upright as your head rests on his thighs. Except your soft lips have moulded around his dick so nicely.

You are cockwarming him. His suggestion considering he just couldn’t ignore the hard on he got from the way you sucked his finger earlier.

Every now and then your cheeks would hollow or your tongue would swirl around the head or you would just take it upon yourself to bob your head up and down.

“Y/n, being coy only gets you so far. You know what you’re doing, moving your tongue like that, shit. I thought you just wanted your mouth full hm?” He brings a hand down and starts to stroke the side of your head.

You look up at him with those eyes and he can’t take it anymore. Not when you look as good and cute as you do right now.

His hand that was stroking your head, grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to tug and pull your head on and off his dick.

Happily obliging, you start to pump him with your hand, twisting around the length. Your other hand focuses on playing with his balls, making him release a low moan.

“Know you wanted this, huh baby? Yeah you did. You just wanted to have my fat cock on your tongue. Isn’t that right?” He says as his head lulls back.

The film becomes a forgotten task as you drool and take him further down your throat.

He pulls you off of him and you let out a small whine.

“What? Don’t whine. Do you already miss me in your pretty mouth?” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to come down your throat. Be good and let me fuck you right and I’ll let you suck my thumb yeah?” He says panting.

You nod.

“Need your words baby.”

“Yes, please fuck me Innie. Please let me have your thumb in my mouth, please.” You beg.

He smiles and positions you so that you lay on your back. He lowers himself, kissing down the valley of your chest and down your stomach. His lips are soft as he kisses, licks and even sucks the skin down to your core.

“It would be awfully rude of me to not taste how sweet you are before fucking you. You’d like that wouldn’t you? My mouth, my breath, my tongue.” He purrs.

As he places open mouthed kisses around your core, you try to shut your legs but he opens them wider. His arms propped in a way where you can’t close them.

Without warning, his mouth is on you. Wet, sloppy and warm as he devours you in your most sacred place of your body.

“Just like that, Innie. Your fucking mouth, oh my~” You moan as your hands travel down to his hair, tugging on his roots.

His tongue dances around your hole before entering it. The sensational feeling makes your back arch off of the sofa.

He listened to your body, watched how it reacted to certain things he did. What sounds you made when he swirled his tongue.

It wasn’t long before you came undone on him. That didn’t even seem to be what Jeongin had wanted to do most desperately, but he just had to taste you.

You take a deep breath as he slips in. He goes slow at first, letting your body accommodate his size before he starts to lose his composure and fuck into you like a wild rabbit.

Your moans are a symphony of pleasure and he loves nothing more than to listen to the sounds he is causing you to make.

“Open your mouth pretty.”

You do as you're told. He places his thumb in his mouth, wetting the pad before smearing some of it on your lips and shoving it into your awaiting mouth.

You immediately start to suck on his thumb. His fingers rest on the side of your neck as his other hand resides on your hip.

“You feel so good I don’t know if I can hold out. Look at you sucking my thumb like it’s my cock.” He says, his voice shaking.

He continues to pump inside of you and you clench around him. He groans out and takes his thumb out your mouth and squeezes your cheeks together.

“Squeeze me again darling and I’ll come.” Before you can speak, he closes the distance between the two of you and swallows your moans.

Your tongues are certainly getting to know each other as you suck on it before you clench again making his hips falter and soon enough, filling you up.

You follow suit not long after, reaching your high as you moan out his name and wrap your arms and legs around him. Trapping him as his arms give way and he falls on top of you.

His head falls into the space between your head and your shoulder as he places soft kisses along your neck and collarbone.

The hum of the television playing the movie the two of you paid no attention to plays as you both caught your breath and enjoy the silence between you.

“You like mouths or something?” Jeongin breaks the silence.

“Something like that. I like yours. Been dreaming of your lips on me since forever.” You say, your hands stroking down the crease in between his shoulder blades.

“So fucking hot.” He lifts his head up and places a long, tender kiss to your lips. His hand caresses your side as he smiles down at you.

“We need to restart the movie, don’t worry, I think I have some ice cream that we can eat.”

Since his suspicions were confirmed, Jeongin is sure to have a lot more fun with you!

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Favorite Bartender

This one also got away from me OTZ I hope I did okay with Strade. Pardon my translation all I have is Google. I'll write Ren the cosplay handler when I get back from a con next week. If you're at Colossal North lmk! 💖 NSFW MDNI

There was something endearing about dive bars, there was something exclusive about them in their own right. People knew each other, there was a decorum of understanding. Regulars were their own type and new folk, out of towners, well- they usually couldn’t appreciate it fully. The Braying Mule was well and good, always rife with interesting people, but nobody could be “on” all the time. Strade knew that. In his own time, on the quiet nights he decided to be out but lay low, not on the prowl, not looking for an easy bright eyed mark, he was in this dive bar. The name didn’t even matter, the sign was so worn it had been taken down in a storm years ago- the owner just never bothered with it. Regulars kept business in order and they helped keep the place in check. Strade included himself in that roster. Granted nobody really knew him, all by his design. But he was endearing, he was liked here. Maybe it was just nice to shed away a little, wear a different mask.

And sometimes, even he had to admit, the acrid smell of the place reminded Strade of his own little projects. Pushing open the door, Strade moseyed up to the bar, giving a little nod and grin to a few other regulars who greeted him similarly or with a small wave or raise of a glass. Settling on an old worn stool, he leaned on the sticky lacquered wood and inspected the beer taps.

“You can stare at ‘em from sun up to sun down, they still haven’t gotten that funny sounding beer you keep trying to pitch.”

A teasing lilt of a voice draws his amber gaze over to your form shouldering the door behind the door open dragging a bucket of ice to dump into the bin and let the metal lid clatter shut. A grin pulls your lips as always. Ah- you. The feisty bartender who wasn’t afraid to talk shit to anybody, get their hands dirty if need be, keep the establishment and all in it in line with a way that was firm but fair. Admirable. “Ah, liebling, I didn’t know you were working tonight!” Strade mirrors your grin with a warm chuckle.

That was bullshit.

He knew your schedule.

He preferred to be here when you were here.

Though of course, sometimes he had to skip out or change it up so nobody, or you, got wise.

You give a playful roll of your eyes as you deftly pluck a stein and pull a tab with the glass tilted at the perfect practiced angle. A rich dark dark beer sits in front of him on an old cardboard coaster so worn it should likely be trash at this point. “It isn’t the one you were talking about but…you must’ve worn him down. He got a German beer.”

“You spoil me!”

“All I did was pour it.” You chuckle and lean against the back of the bar folding your arms expectantly, awaiting his verdict. Maybe it was because it was your job to serve him but Strade liked the attention you paid to him. It was different from the other patrons and regulars. You didn’t snap at him, your lips didn’t curl in a sneer at him, you didn’t wave him off. No- you paid attention, you listened, you participated. All beautiful qualities wrapped up into once very enticing package. Strade gives a little contented sigh before lifting the glass to his lips and taking a healthy swig, setting the glass down and wiping the foam from the corner his lips with his thumb.

“Hmm…it’s good. Strong.” Strade comments with a nod of approval before lifting his eyes to see you look some pleased with yourself about it. You could say all you wanted, but Strade picked up your tells. You were probably the one bothering the owner enough about getting a keg of something for him. You sweet little thing, you. “Do you know what it is?” He leans forward on his elbows with a tilt of his head as a lazy grin curls his lips. You look away and shrug.

“I dunno something something doppelbock or whatever.” You fib lamely, pretending as if you didn’t care, as if you weren’t pleased with your little stripe of success. Strade huffs a chuckle and leans back on the stool giving a hum of acknowledgement as he takes another sip. “How much do I owe you then?”

“Nah, on the house.” He knew that was coming, you always give him a few freebies here and there under the usual saying that everyone gets a free beer here and there with their regular patronage. But that usually only held after he had one or two, not just off rip. He gives you that disarming smile that makes most women swoon. It isn’t that you’re immune to it perse, rather a little more used to it. A motion of endearment to match your own. Strade watches you idly bustle around the bar, serving other customers, fetching fresh bottles, wiping down the bar- though the latter, it didn’t matter how much elbow grease you used. Occasionally he watches whatever is playing on the TVs around the joint, sipping his beer- of which you never let stay empty for too long. You always insisted it was muscle memory and your years of working but Strade noticed that he was given far better attention.

Drumming his fingers on the bar, he lazily looks to you, “It’s a slow night.” He muses thoughtfully, “Do a shot with me. It’s too lonely to alone.” His grin splits to show a flash of teeth and you chuckle, setting down a few clean pint glasses with a shake of your head as you lift a small, narrow can to your lips.

“Sorry, Strade. I don’t drink on the job.” You admit easily with a languid shrug as you take a few sip, Strade’s eyes glimpsing down to the column of your throat as it works to swallow your energy drink. He wonders what your throat might feel like in his grip, how smooth the skin would be against he callouses of his palms. How your pulse would flutter if he applied just the right amount of pressure. If he kissed that soft, unblemished skin, perhaps left marks. What did you like, he wondered? Did you prefer to be taken soft and gentle, peppered with praise and coos of endearment? Or did you like to be roughed up, bruising grips and mottled marks to decorate your skin while you’re growled filth at and degraded? It was a curious thought he entertained quite often, even so much as when he did take a victim home, sometimes he would imagine you when they were face down in the cheap foam mattress, when their hair was in his hand as he bucked his hips into their mouths…but you’d be different. You were different.

“Mmm…what a shame. You aren’t allowed to have a little fun?” Strade flutters his eyes for a moment to focus back on you, with a curious little brow arched on your face as you caught him daydreaming for but a moment. “Come on, it can be our little secret.” He teases mock conspiratorily, leaning towards you on the bar as. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Ah, I just don’t wanna risk getting messy on the clock.”

“One shot won’t fuck you up, liebling. You’re made of stronger stuff.”

“...You’re not going to let up until I do, eh?”

Strade pretends to look half heartedly apologetic but you both know he isn’t in the slightest. And to him a foot in the door is a foot in the door, sure- a shot on your shift is but an inch and he would just love to take your world. To become your world. He watches you give an exaggerated sigh of defeat and roll of your eyes before a playful smirk pulls your lips while you fish two shot glasses and begin to fill them.

Taking you, owning you, breaking you- it’s all part of the same pipe dream. As tempted as Strade is, as easy as it would be; you had family and friends, you had a wide social circle that was sure to garner attention with your disappearance. And he would be directly connected to you with this little song and dance routine he’s come to adore so. Doing such to you is a thrilling danger he can only flirt with but never act on. And that’s part of the allure of it all, of you. The shot glass is pushed in front of him, some of the liquor spilling over the rim before he picks it up and meets you half way in a cheers. “To our little secret.” He grins and you both tap your glasses on the bar twice before clinking your glass against his, downing your shot with the same practiced ease that Strade does. Strade watches you exhale through your nose before shooting him a smirk. “See? And you’re fine!” He chimes and you roll your eyes playfully before scooping up the dirty shot glasses.

Strade shuffles up beside you, easily stringing an arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side. He smells of the beer you poured him, of lingering cigar smoke, a cologne of spice and musk that's as oddly comforting as it was masculine. “I'm…uh, just around back that way.” You mutter with a blush rising over your cheeks and pointing towards the back of the block. Strade chuckles to himself and nods, leading and preening at the feel of you leaning against him in kind. His large hand gives you shoulder an affectionate squeeze as you walk with some amicable conversation and goofing as usual, Strade's charm laid on a little thicker as he feigns a slur as if it was all your pours that impacted him so.

Hours tick and tock on by before you’re hollering last call for the bar. Strade settles up his tab and leaves you hefty tip that you, as always, try to give at least part of it back. Strade shakes his head, running a hand through his wavy chestnut hair. “You’ve earned it.” Strade insists as you pout at him before begrudgingly pocket the money. Not that you weren’t grateful but it felt excessive. Not that it mattered to him. “Hm…Let me walk you to your car.” Strade hums as he stands from the stool and fixes you with an expectant look.

“What? I’m not going to be done cleaning up here for like…another hour. I’ll be fine. I do it all the time. I’ve got my means.” You reply, waving him off as you begin to collect empty bottles and discarded napkins or coasters around the establishment. Strade’s huff is brief, but he rolls his shoulders back. Maybe he was being gluttonous after convincing you to break one little rule. “Besides, nobody but staff after we’re closed.”

“We already share one little secret, what’s one more? Surely some help and getting home sooner would be nice?” Strade urges, already beginning to upturn some barstools on other tables and onto the bar counter. Seeing you pause and chew your lip, seeing him already being able to sink his hooks in you, in any little way, is simply delightful. You play tough, you’re feisty, but clearly you like being looked after, like the attention he grants you. But you relent and give him a little smile that curls your lips, looking almost bashful. Strade gets a better look of behind the bar, be a little closer, be a little more alone with you and ultimately that’s all this was about really. Fostering trust, drawing you closer. Though it felt as if he was more in your orbit than anything but he was loathe to give up that control. This could only go so far, after all. Eventually you both finish up with your tasks about closing down the bar and you pull keys out of your pocket to lock up the doors as Strade waits behind you, hands leisurely in his pockets while he takes in the stillness of the night, or rather early morning. As if you two were the only people left alive for a moment.

“Ah, your chariot, liebling. Be safe getting home.” Strade grins as you unlock your car and he reaches for your door with a playful flourish and bow. You snicker to yourself, that ever charming grin pulling on your lips as you move to tuck into the driver's seat. He closes the door as your car rumbles to light and you give a shy little wave before pulling away which Strade returns.

Fuck does he want more. Want you. Standing there in the empty back lot he gives himself a moment to envision you again. Spattered in warm, sticky blood…begging under his hands for mercy…what kind didn't matter, tears beading your lashes, the way your eyes would roll back and flutter in agony or pleasure… Strade’s cock begins to stiffen in his pants as a shaky sigh parts his lips, lidded gaze watching your taillights disappear down the street.

×××

Perhaps he couldn't do all he wanted.

But there were some he could.

Coincidences were funny things, unexpected, sometimes happy, sometimes messy, Strade usually embraced them with his large open arms. The confidence of a man who lived and knew that he could spin just about any scenario to his favor. Tonight was a night he opted not to go to your humble bar. Sometimes, distance made the heart grow fonder after all and Strade couldn’t bear to let you make him go soft. Well…you usually had a different lingering affect but that wasn’t here nor there. There were some critical things he wanted that you simply couldn’t satisfy. Strade knew better. Nobody should shit where they eat. Strade was many things but he wasn’t stupid. So tonight was a little more routine, a little more…designed for the inclinations that you couldn’t sate. But Strade could pretend through perhaps someone who looked a smidge like you.

Oh goddammit. God, of course he would come over and say something- you made a point to make eye contact. You suck in a breath through your teeth and force a smile as you turn to look at Strade; toothy grin on his face and holding his stein close to his chest. “Hey Strade. Yeah, uh…got cut early so figured I’d have a night out.” You shrug, unable to hold his honey colored gaze for too long which seems to raise his brows, a curious twinkle in his eye as he sets his mug down on the table beside your glass as you idly poke at the straw and shift the ice around. The woman he had been chatting up wasn’t beside him but you could feel her eyes prickling at the back of your neck.

At a different bar across town, Strade was posted up a heavy glass stein laden with a dark doppelbock like you had last served him. Fortunate that the bar served something similar but not quite the same. It seemed to be the theme of the night as he chattered up an oblivious and bubbly woman, they had hair just a few shades off from your own- too (short/long) to quite fit you but Strade could make do. Their eyes were a darker tinge of (color) from your own, their smile didn’t carry that unspoken sarcasm, her clothes nearly polar opposite but that was the least of his concerns. Those certainly didn’t matter at all. “A shame you got stood up, truly. But I will say- their loss is certainly my victory.” Strade chuckles smoothly as the woman gives a titter of laughter, covering her painted lips with her hand trying to be coquettish. He leans in to murmur the final string of words that will put the nail in the coffin.

“Hey- uh…can I get a (preferred drink)? Thanks.”

Strade would know that voice anywhere. What were you doing here? Today was usually another one of your closing shifts. His attention falters as he looks over to you and catches you glimpsing at him with a rather annoyed side eye before turning your attention back to the bartender. Taking your drink you flash the bartender a grateful smile and slip your tip on the bar before quickly turning on your heel to disappear into the throngs of other people in the bar. Your lips set in a tight line as you skulked over to your friend settled up at one of the tall tables and you leaned against it with a bitter sigh.

You had no right to feel this way, to feel jealous. Strade was a regular, he was a patron where you worked. You weren’t blind, you knew he was good with his words, you knew he was charming. You naturally had tripped up at his charms but felt damn good that you’d never gone ass over tea kettle for them. Maybe it was foolish to think you had chemistry. Maybe it was stupid to have a secret little self rule not to date regulars- after all there were plenty of other bars. But seeing him lean over that woman, being so close to her, that lazy little grin he often gave you, the way the woman looked up at him so enamored…it made your stomach twist in taut knots. Your friend raises a brow inquisitively that you simply shoot them a look that makes them swallow their words as you raise your glass to your lips for a sip.

“Buddy! I didn’t know you would be here! What a nice surprise.”

“A night out, well- I’d say that’s a good reward for you, hm? Be served rather than serving? I could never forgive myself if I missed an opportunity to buy you a drink myself.” Strade places a hand to his heart in playful theatrics that for a moment make you forget your sour mood and a small smile quirk your lips.

“I mean, I’d hate to interrupt your night. You seemed pretty uh…busy.” You’d cringe at the delivery of your own words, a small grimace crinkles your nose for but a moment as your shoulders stiffen. It takes all Strade has not to let smug satisfaction come over him as he hears the bitterness tinge your statement. You were jealous. Oh, he relished in that, he adored it even. You simply had a way of always just making his evenings. Elation rose in his chest as a better opportunity presented itself in you. Sure- your beautiful blood would never paint his basement but if Strade played his cards right, he was more than certain he could make you scream and cry in other ways.

“And miss such an occasion? Please. This was a boring night until you came along. As always.” Strade replies smoothly with a toothy grin, “It isn’t every night we get to be on the same side of the bar.” And with any luck he can get you all to himself. Play the right cards, say the right things, get you wrapped around his finger, or his cock- whatever worked. You return his smile, your shoulders relaxing as you look up at Strade and give a little bob of your head to relent.

“...Yeah, yeah you’re right. It could be fun.”

“Of course it’ll be fun, have you met me?” Strade gives you a little wink before being interrupted by the woman who decides she’s had enough of being sidelined.

“Uhmm…I thought we were leaving?” Her arms wind around Strade’s arm, pressing herself against him with an exaggerated pout, trying to set a tone as you simply look between Strade and the woman, as Strade simply arches a brow to her, and your friend raises their brows to their hairline, sipping their drink with rapt attention as if watching some sort of reality TV program.

“Hmm? Mein Gott, wie peinlich…” Strade mutters for but a moment, his words and tone are genuine though some irritation belies the sheepish look he forces onto his rugged features. “Just a moment, buddy.” Strade gives your shoulder that same squeeze as the nights before as he places a hand firmly on the other woman’s back and leads her away from the table. Your throat grows tight again with an irritated exhale.

The night carries on, you getting a little bolder with each drink, every shared shot as you laughed and joked, growing a more and more affectionate with each little sip of courage Strade was happy to give you. But you were smart, you didn’t want to wake up hungover and with no recollection of this night. You wanted to remember whatever it was that you got from him, be it another simple walk to your car and a night of revelry or if it was tangled up in either of your bedsheets. And Strade was all too happy to oblige, watching you flaunt your mettle in the bar but being careful all the same as not to lose your head. Strade wanted you to cut loose. Wanted you to be as untethered and wild as possible. But maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Your friend had since excused themself quietly- reading the room and sending you a knowing little wink and wave that you gleefully grinned at.

Unbeknownst to you, ever the opportunist, Strade wasn’t willing to let the other woman go either. After leading her out through the alley and cracking her head hard enough to the wall to hear the skull fracture, she was swiftly bound, gagged and deposited in his trunk. A midnight snack for a later date. So when he returned with a reddened cheek, he had an easy story to spin.

“The fuck happened to you? Christ.” You remark, instinctively reaching out to his cheek before retracting your hand.

“Ah…well, she didn’t quite take so well to being told I…wasn’t interested.” Strade remarks with a roll of his broad shoulders and he could almost see that flicker of approval in your eyes that he’d opted to spend his night with you instead.

“Feels like I should be the one buying you a drink.” You quip playfully, nudging him with your elbow, you’re careful with your contact now, you don’t want to seem too eager. And that’s fine. Strade flashes you a grin of pearly whites before slinging an arm around your shoulder again to tug you close in a side hug again.

“No, no, no, I am a man of my word, liebling. Tonight is all about showing you a good time.” Strade chuckles warmly, the timbre of his voice sending a shudder down his spine that he can feel against his built frame. His hand slips from your shoulder to the cinch of your waist this time with a firmer squeeze, possessive. And you leaned in. Like he knew you would.

“I could go for a cigarette right about now…care to join me?” Strade’s voice is low in your ear, warm breath fanning over the side of your neck as he carefully tucks a strand of (color, type) hair behind your ear before his hand slips down past your hip to slip itself into your back pocket. A large hand gropes the plush of your ass through the denim eliciting a sharp inhale from you, a rosy hue blooming over your cheeks as you bob your head and let him guide you out the back door as the crisp night air meets your exposed skin.

“I didn’t know you smoke.” You look up at him curiously as Strade tucks the two of you into the cover of an empty side alley.

“There’s much you don’t know about me yet, liebling. But I could say the same for you, no?” Strade’s eyes glance to the side before returning back to you, leaning against the brick wall so cavalier, so unaware of what Strade could do to you, all he wants to do to you.

But he would take this, there was an outlet for later.

Sweet serendipity.

Your eyes drift up as you see Strade’s frame looming over you, silhouetted by the moon. Suddenly aware of how close he is to you, that you can smell his cologne again and your breath hitches slightly before you swallow thickly. “...Stra–mmpf!” His name is barely off your tongue before his lips crash onto your own. Hungry and all consuming as Strade descends upon you, devouring you as he presses you back against the cold brick wall, pinning you to it and the bulk of his body. His teeth nip at your lower lip, demanding entry that your foggy brain is powerless but to comply to. You can taste the bitterness of beer on his tongue and he can taste the sweetness of whatever you had been ordering on his tab. Strade’s groan is swallowed as your arms lift to string around his neck, fingers carding through his hair and nails raking against his scalp. He feels your back arch, pressing your body closer to his own, Strade lets a low growl at your willing surrender as he shifts a thigh between your legs, applying pressure to your aching core. Strade’s lips leave your kiss swollen lips to let you pant and catch your breath, rivulets of spit connecting your mouths as your lidded, glassy eyes slowly lift to Strade.

“Look at you, liebling…” Strade coos almost mockingly and it makes something tighten in you abdomen as the vice grip on your hips moves you lightly as if to help you ride his thigh that pulls a ragged moan from your throat. “Mmm…needy, hm? Don’t think I didn’t see that…that look from before…” Strade mutters as he dips his head to kiss along the curve of your jaw down to your throat, teeth nipping and tongue laving at the spots to leave a litany of marks in his wake. Little mewls leave your lips as you squirm under his grip, wanting to be closer, trying to form words but your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. “...Don’t be embarrassed. I liked it…I’m flattered.” Strade purrs as he feels your hips buck against his thigh eagerly, hands fisting his wavy tresses that sends shockwaves straight to his cock that strains against the zipper.

Large hands drift to the button of your jeans, popping them open and the draw of your zipper being pulled down that makes your lashes flutter. “W-Wait…woah, St-Strade…not here, I-”

“Mmm? Why not here?” He teases, dragging the fabric down the smooth skin of your thighs that you suddenly tried to clamp shut. “No, no…” He tutts softly, prying them back apart, “Wouldn’t this be just so perfect? We are in private…and if someone were to see, well…” His tone is alight with amusement, “They could be jealous instead…that I have you.” Your nervous eyes can’t tear themselves away from the sight of Strade crouching between your legs, forcing you to lean back against the wall in nothing but your underwear that he moves about to expose your throbbing, eager sex. “Behave, liebling…I don’t do this for just anybody.” And that might be one of the truest things he’s ever said. Control was always a given, Strade to take what he wanted, perhaps you made him feel…generous. All the attention you’ve fawned upon him in your own way, how pliant you showed him you could be- and only for him, that was something that deserved to be rewarded. To melt you, make you more malleable in his hands. His tongue traces shapes and patterns along your sensitive flesh, one hand keeping your thighs apart before one disappears to nudge a finger at your entrance before easing a finger in, crooking it against that spongy spot of nerves before thrusting slowly as he spelled his own name with his tongue in a way that had you fighting against bucking your hips.

“F-Fuck…St- shit..! Strade…!” Your breath fans out in ragged pants as you watch him lave attention over a bundle of nerves paired with a thrusting digit that almost has your knees buckling. “...’m gonna…!” You keen eagerly, lashes fluttering as he feasts upon you wetly, soft sounds in the alley with your muffled moans as you bit down into your knuckle to feebly stifle your wanton sounds. Pressure builds and coils tight in your belly, flirting with the edge of euphoria until Strade bites the inside of your thigh eliciting a yelp from you. “The fuck?!” Strade stands up fast, with a dexterity and agility that didn’t match his size and stature, that had your body falter slightly against the bricks. Strade’s hand holds your chin in place as he looks down at your lips and your furrowed brow. Your pleading was so sweet, so beautiful…god- he could make you beg more. But for now…well, Strade has his ways, as always. “Strade, please…” You groan and he seems amused all the more.

“Open your mouth.”

“Wh..huh?”

“Open, liebling. I won’t ask again.” There’s an authoritative edge to his voice that has your core throbbing, leaking as you’re exposed in the alley. The thrill of it all sending lightning through your veins as you slowly part your trembling lips. Strade gives a low, rumbling hum of approval before spitting onto your tongue making heat flood your cheeks and a humiliated whine in the back of your throat. “Swallow. You should be grateful…you taste so good.” Strade watches you close your mouth, your throat bob slowly as you swallow and sigh before your breath is stolen from your lungs again in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moan greedily. Parting for air is brief as you feel large calloused hands gripping your waist to pull you further upright, shuffle you around until your front is pressed to the brick, the fat of your cheek pressed to the cold bite of brick but Strade seems to mind the pressure and strength he holds over you as you’re bent, pants now pooled around your ankles but you’re too far gone to care. You arch your back with purpose, pressing your ass back against his hardened cock with an eager obedience that Strade adored so.

“So good for me, liebling…like you were made for me…” Strade huffs as you hear the soft clink of his belt buckle coming undone, a calloused hand groping the fat of your ass before shifting your underwear to meet with your jeans below you before you feel the bulbous head of his cock press against you. The hand on your ass moves to grip your hip and keep you steady while the other trails up the beautiful curve of your spine, up the nape of your neck before his fingers tangle in your hair, the grip is firm enough to sting a little but not hurt. Strade could if he wanted to, temptation was there most certainly but he’d go slow for you. Breaking you in piece by piece with rough affections that would leave you satisfied. He could feel how eagerly you were, how badly you wanted this, and how readily you responded to his means. You whine with his fingers in your hair, pressing your hips back and urging him in. And that’s all Strade needs, to have you wrapped around him. And wrapped around him you will be. Until you are bent and broken, full and delirious; treated better than anyone one else. You were something different, something special. Untouchable but in a way immortal to Strade.

Maybe you could be something… special and more permanent.

He was already flirting with something similar in Ren back home but you…oh, what fun it could all be. Thoughts for another day.

With a sudden snap of his hips, Strade buries himself in you with a brutal thrust that punches the air from your lungs and has you choking on air as your body quivers at the sudden intrusion. “Ich kann fühlen wie du dich nach mir sehnst (I can feel you aching for me)…”Strade huffs with a smug smirk curling the corners of his lips as he sets a ruthless pace, the wet sound of skin colliding with skin, his heavy sac slapping against you with each push of his hips that you reciprocated in kind as your teeth dug into your lower lip trying to keep your sounds hushed but your body betrayed you. Strade bent over your back nipping at your ear as he stilled to more shallow thrusts to torture you further, “Just imagine, Liebling…someone seeing you spread out here for me…” He lilts in that low silken tone that has your walls clenching around him, fluttering with each filthy, honeyed word that drips from his lips. “Just a perfect little cock sleeve…just for me, yes?” Punctuated by a deliberate roll of his hips that has your lashes fluttering and eyes threatening to roll back into your skull. A sharp tug to your hair leaves your mouth agape as you tighten around his dick again with a breathy groan. “...Say it.”

“Sh-shit…please! Yes, please!” You nearly sobbed, desperation and want clouding all rational thought as you begged Strade, giving him the allowance to do as he pleased with you. Soft mutterings in his mother tongue left his lips; an assortment of praise, of filth, obscenities as his thrusting became staccato before a long, low growl parted Strade’s lips, muffled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Spilling into you with rivulets of thick, viscous cum while your walls milked him greedily, your own orgasm threatening to have your knees to collapse around you but Strade was quick to move his thick arms around your middle to keep you up, keep you in place as he pumped you full of his cum until it dripped out of you obscenely, forming a small puddle on the concrete. The vacant alley was only given life by the two of you panting raggedly to catch your breaths, Strade’s grip still a vice you wouldn’t be able to break from.

“Hhnngh!...fuck…just for you!” You manage to choke out pleadingly, trying to push your hips back but Strade halts entirely in a way that makes you whine.

“You can do better than that.”

“I d-don’t…wh…uh…” The brick digs into your palms as you try to collect your addled thoughts, of what words might appease him, “Haah~...mmm…J-Just for you, Strade.” You try as his name seems to be all that can fill the folds of your brain; his taste, his smell, the feel of him felt ingrained into you.

“That’s better…” He croons to you, however the feeling of you throbbing around his aching cock was just as torturous for Strade but he could be patient from time to time, when it counted anyway. Impulse won most of the time. “Taking me so well…” his breathing labored as you could feel him pressed to your back, hips pistoning with newfound vigor as Strade’s hand left your hair to close around your throat. No pressure is applied, simply relishing in the feeling of your erratic pulse as he fucks all coherent thought from your brain as he uses the leverage to bring your face to his in a sloppy kiss. All tongue and teeth, as if to consume you whole, that you would be devoured. “Mnnngh…hah…sucking me back in like that…such a slutty little hole…” Strade growls against your mouth as his hips slam against your ass so hard you were certain you’d be bruised by the end of it. “...fill you to the brim…” He huffs, a deep flush had risen from his throat to his cheeks, a heady look that washed over his features as sweat beaded on his brow dampening the curls that fell over his forehead.

“F-Fuck…” You breathe, slowly raising your hands to rest on his forearms, giving them a little tap, “I just…I can’t…” You were still trying to collect your thoughts and you could almost feel him smirk against your skin as you felt his breaths warm your sweat slicked skin.

“...Maybe I can interest you in a nightcap? At my place?” He hums, dislodging himself from your depths with a deep grunt as he watches you quiver and leak. You seem to take stock again, remembering where you are, as you quickly reach to tug up your underwear and jeans, pulling your shirt back down as Strade tucks himself back into his pants and adjusts his belt. You look so pretty like this, embarrassed but thrilled, debauched but dressed again- the tell tale signs of what- or rather who, happened to you, evident on the outside and inside.

“Huh? Oh, no…I don’t think so.” You breathe with a little chuckle and Strade looks at you, a dark and almost hollow look upon his face but for a minute that you seem to misinterpret. “Just cause my place is closer. C’mon.” You give him that fond, disarming smile as you dare to reach for his hand and lead him to the parking lot that has the brief uptick of annoyance assuaged from Strade entirely at your quick turnabout. He pushes a small smile on his lips before raising a hand to cup your jaw before holding the back of your skull and pressing another searing kiss to your lips.

“Give me your address and get ready for me…I just have to stop home very quickly. But I will be there.”

“If you stand me up, I’m pouring you Malort every time.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, liebling. You said so yourself, you’re just for me now.” He flashes you grin that holds an underlying meaning you can’t quite ferret out, but you giddy stride to your car to do as your told for a promised nightcap.

#boyfriend to death #btd #btd strade #ykmet strade #ykmet #btd strade x reader #strade x reader #boyfriend to death strade #strade #ykmet strade x reader

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system-to-the-madness · 20 days ago

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The Dark is But a Passing - Faramir x Reader

Pairing: Faramir x fem!Reader Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 265 Warnings: fear of the night, mentions of the war and Sauron Summary: Faramir finds you, late at night, keeping watch at a window

You got torn out of your thoughts by the sound of light steps on tiled floor. Even without turning, you knew it was no guard, too light the steps to belong to one of the armoured men guarding the citadel of Minas Tirith.

"I thought I saw light in here," the soft voice of the Steward spoke, as he stepped next to the window seat you had curled up in. "Why are you still awake, my Lady?"

"Sleep evaded me," you responded, finally looking up. Kind eyes met yours, crinkled with a soft smile. "What about you, my lord Faramir? A man as busy as yourself should value his sleep, shouldn't he?"

The look in Faramir's eyes grew distant for a moment, the light in them fading as a dark shadow pulled over his beautiful features.

"The darkness seems deeper tonight," he answered slowly, "just as it did in the days of the war."

You watched him, as he stood next to you, dressed in a light blue tunic with silver stitching around the hems. His hair fell in soft locks past his shoulders and his water blue eyes carried a deep sadness you could not even begin to understand. The war had taken his beloved brother, and his father, driven mad from the pain had not only taken his own life, but also tried to take Faramir's.

Before you were quite aware of what you were doing, more instinct than anything, you reached over, closing your fingers around Faramir's. His skin was warm in your hand, and his fingers flexed, before he closed them around yours, taking them in a gentle hold. The darkness seemed to fade from his face and the light returned into his eyes. Giving you a small smile, he sat down in the nook next to you, directing his eyes out past the window.

"What drew you to this window of the many in Minas Tirith," he asked almost absentmindedly as he tried to spy what lay within the dark of the night past the glass.

"The view," you answered, tearing your eyes away from him and looking out as well.

"The view," Faramir echoed questioningly. "What view is it you see in the darkness?"

"Not the view I see now but the one I'm waiting for. The sunrise over the mountains in the east." You inhaled deeply, as if to take courage to speak the next words. "It is the longest night of the year, and tonight more than any other night it feels like the sun might never rise again. Like the shadow in the east is reborn in the long darkness of the night and if I were not to sit here, waiting for the sun, it would feel no need to try to fight the night anymore. It is stupid, but…"

"You're scared," Faramir concluded, his voice soft, as he pulled his own feet up into the nook, sitting more comfortably, mirroring your posture. "I understand that fear. It is still unusual to see the sun rise where once nothing but clouds and shadow dwelled. It feels as if tonight the world of men holds its breath, waiting to see if light once again will drive out darkness."

"It feels colder, this night," you mumbled. "I know it's but the winter air carrying the first snow but-"

"It is cold tonight," Faramir nodded. "But sitting against a cold window won't warm you up much when you are tired."

You knew the implication in his words, the unspoken question if it would not be wiser to retire to your bed and sleep under the warm covers to wake up to the sun over the mountains in the east.

You were about to speak, about to explain that you just could not give in to the urge of sleep and comfort if it meant leaving the dark unattended, but before you could open your mouth, Faramir let go of your still intertwined hands, and reached for a blanket that had been stored in a basket next to the window and threw it over both your bodies.

With wonderment you watched his face as he busied himself with tucking the edges of the blanket into place. You had admired the Steward of Gondor for a long time, your heart tucking you towards his presence with a sweet ache and moments like tonight, not uncommon in the past months, made you wonder if your heart was not the only one that felt such affection.

Faramir's eyes met yours, a glimmer sparking in them as he saw how softly you regarded him.

"I would also go fetch a pillow if you wished so," he offered with raised eyebrows, making you shake your head with a smile.

"I should fear falling asleep if I were any more comfortable," you laughed quietly.

"Then sleep," Faramir encouraged you, "I shall wake you when the horizon starts to brighten. Should it not be enough if one of us kept watch of the dark?"

"I cannot expect you to sacrifice your sleep for my irrational fear of the night," you protested, sitting up on your knees, alarmed Faramir would even offer such a service.

"You wouldn't," he disagreed. "Rather you would do me a favour, if I knew you rested comfortably."

You stared at him for a moment in disbelief. You could not take such an offer, could you? He was an important man, maybe the most important man after the King. He needed to be awake and have his wits together for his daily work. And still, he would offer his sleep for your comfort? But he was a proud man, and even though he would not show it, he would be disappointed if you rejected the offer.

"I wish I could," you answered slowly, still kneeling in front of where he had pulled his knees to his chest. "But I fear the cold of the dark will not let me find sleep."

"We might yet wither it together," Faramir offered, opening his arms invitingly.

For a moment you hesitated, uncertain whether the gesture meant what you thought it did, but when you carefully shifted towards him, he smiled with a nod and opened his arms further.

Settling into his side, between him and the window, Faramir adjusted the blanket over your bodies and gently pulled you closer so you could rest your head against his chest. Your heart was thundering against your rips so loudly you feared he would hear, as you shifted so you could look out of the window, but then you felt Faramir's heartbeat of equal speed, and a smile tugged at your lips. It was comforting to know his heart was just as excited as yours.

"Sleep now," Faramir encouraged, pressing a lingering kiss against the top of your head. "The darkness is but a passing. I shall keep watch and wake you before the first rays of the sun meet the white walls of the city."

"Thank you," you whispered, already lulled in by the warmth his body radiated, and a few moments later sleep had claimed you.

Faramir made sure you had fallen asleep before he inhaled deeply. It felt right, sitting here with you resting against his chest, as right as everything felt any time he got to spend time with you, although he had to admit he had not dared hoping you would welcome his affection. And as he sat staring out into the night, willing the sun to soon lighten the sky with her ascent, he felt the darkness brighten with you at his side.

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judesmoonbeauty · 7 months ago

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Black Wedding: The True Vow For A Jet-Black Bride - Harrison Gray

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. What I obtain is what will be translated. If other blogs have translated the stories before I do, I will notate their blogs. Thank you, for you support! ☾.

On a day before the wedding -

(I think I prefer this dress.)

We were at a boutique having a custom-fitting done.

While white dresses are popular, I chose a jet-black wedding dress.

(The black wedding dress means that no one else can stain it, but you.)

I remember wearing a dress of the same color for a mission once upon a time.

(At the time, I never thought I’d have a wedding.)

The delicately embroidered dress captivated my eyes as I spun around in front of the mirror.

(Beautiful….I wonder how Harry will react.)

From the time we started dating until today, there has not been a day that I have not thought about him.

(I’m sure Harry will tell me it looks good on me, but I think he’ll lie again.)

(But now, I know his true feelings.)

We went through a lot before I was able to see through his lies.

(He thought he shouldn’t be happy, but he’s changed and swore to be with me forever…..)

(What should I do……I’m going to cry even though the ceremony hasn’t even started yet.)

I felt a burning behind my eyes and looked up trying hide them-

Harrison: Kate, you finished changing?

I heard his voice through the curtains.

Kate: Yes, I’m done.

When I looked through the gap in the curtains, I saw him looking different than usual…..

Harrison: Why are you just sticking your neck out?

Kate: It’s a little embarrassing……Harry, you look great.

As I admired his unfamiliar appearance, the realization of our marriage was growing rapidly.

(To have such a wonderful man to be my husband……)

Harrison: …..I’m just as embarrassed. Let me see you in your dress.

Kate: Oh, right! Here…..

I try to open the curtain, but it’s blocked by his hand.

Kate: Harry?

Harrison: Uh….wait. I’ll turn around.

Kate: What?

Harrison: I just need to be prepared.

He turns his back on me and takes a deep breath.

Harrison: …….Okay.

As soon as he turned around, I opened the curtains and stood in front of him.

Kate: …..Harry?

Harry was unusually frozen.

He didn’t respond or even blink when I waved in his face.

Kate: ……Perhaps it doesn’t suit me?

(It didn’t suit me so much that it left him speechless…….?)

Becoming anxious, I pulled at his sleeve, and the moment I did, he suddenly hid his face.

Harrison: Sorry, I made you uneasy. That’s not it.

Kate: Then why are you hiding your face?

I tried to peek, but he turned his face away…..

Harrison: Don’t look at me.

Kate: Huh?

Harrison: …..Because I feel like I’m going to cry.

The slightest glimpse of his eyes were shining,

Harrison: It just hit me that we’re really getting married…….I can’t wait to be with you.

Harrison: I’m so happy……

As his voice trailed off, he crouched down on the spot.

The sound of sniffling echoed through the room, and seeing him for the first time, made me want to cry as well,

I crouched down and faced him.

Kate: We’re getting married, Harry.

Harrison: …..Yeah.

Kate: We’ll be together from now on.

Harrison: Yes……..

He took my hand while trembling.

Harrison: ……I never thought this day would come until I met you.

Harrison: It makes me anxious when I’m this happy.

A single drop slides down his cheek and falls onto the back of my hand as he mutters.

That makes me feel so happy and loved.

Kate: …..I also, never thought this day would come until I met you.

Kate: For the first time, I felt like wanted to be happy with someone.

A drop falls from my eye as I can no longer bear it.

Kate: I love you, Harry. Love you.

Laughing through his tears, he hugged me with all his strength.

Harrison: I love you too.

Kate: I love you more.

Harrison: Nah, I’m on my side for this one.

When I shake my shoulder in uncontrollable laughter, I can hear the same laughter in my ears.

Harrison: ……The dress. It looks great on you. I don’t want anyone else to see it.

Kate: Heh……thank you.

Harrison: I’ll be sure to escort you on the day of the ceremony.

Harrison: Just for now…….let me savor this happiness.

Sunlight pours down to bless us as we are filled with joy and love.

We will surely share a lot of happiness in the future.

[Black Wedding Master List] Tag list: @theimaginativelyreticent

#ikevil translations #cybird translations #ikemen villains translations #ikemen series #harrison gray #ikevil harrison #ikevil harry

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gambleminds · 10 months ago

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req: oc x chubby male reader where oc is a stalker and kidnaps reader, and the reader is just honestly so confused that 1 someone took the time out of their day to kidnap him and 2 that they're obsessed with them them

can it also be smut? thank you!

note: Aww!! I thought of the stalker being kind and gentle towards the reader, like praising the reader and all that.. kicking my feet and giggling rn.

warnings: kidnapping, oc is very gentle with reader, softdom oc, praise, aftercare not written but of course provided, reader has low self-esteem, possessive behavior, stalker-ish behavior (reader mentions it once), dacryphilia, mirror sex, oc appreciating your body, spit as lube, first time, fingering.

You couldn't understand why in the world would someone ever kidnap you, you thought to yourself that you weren't handsome nor attractive. people would make fun of you because of your physique, you couldn't look at yourself at the mirror time to time.

"Why did you kidnap me? You know, there's better looking out there. Why did you choose me out of all those people?" You asked him, confused as to why he kidnapped you. You didn't want to fight him, but you only had some questions that you needed him to answer.

"Dear... to me, you're beautiful the way you are. When I first catched a glimpse of you in high school, I knew that I needed you to be mine." He admits, his words were sweet and gentle. As if his words actually comforted you during this situation, although his only goal was to make you his but he meant all those words from his own heart.

"How long have you been stalking me?" You asked. You couldn't believe someone would ever stalk you.

"Since high school dear." He answers calmly as he walks up to you to admire your handsome face.

"...Since high school?! people must've made fun of you for being obsessed with me." You sighed. You couldn't believe what he said.

"Honey, who cares what people have to say about me? I don't care about them, I don't care if they see me as odd. In fact, they're the odd one. Only loving others by how they look physically." He explains, as he caressed your cheek trying to comfort you. He doesn't like it whenever you talk badly about yourself.

An hour later, now he had you on his lap in front of a mirror. He slowly took off your shorts before massaging your thighs with his free hand. Meanwhile, he spat on his other hand's fingers.

He finally took off your boxers before he then slowly fingers you. He was going slowly because he wanted you to get used to the feelings of his fingers.

"Ngh... f-feels weird.." You moaned. You felt his fingers massaging your insides, and it was one of the sensations you had never felt before.

"Hm? Is that so.. it must be your first time then, yn." He says, but still, his movements were gentle because he made sure you would enjoy every second of this.

He finally finds your prostate, it made you moan loudly and hold onto him tightly, as if you were holding onto him for dear life.

"Nghk!!~ t-there.. it feels so weird yet so good.." You moaned. You felt like crying from how good he fingers you.

"Already crying from me fingering you? yn, you're gonna turn me on even more..." He whispered in your ear, making you blush.

He made you look at the mirror, your face all flushed, and tears flowing down from your cheeks and your own drool mixing with sweat as well.

"God, look at you. Aren't you such a pretty boy?" He praised you, which made you let out a whine.

#ftm reader #male reader #bottom male reader #male reader smut #self indulgence at its finest #uke male reader #x male reader #gay reader

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober (13)- Worship

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: You prove to Wanda how much you love her after she confesses she feels insecure about her body.

Warnings/Tags: Soft smut, Insecurities about body image, Fingering, Fluff

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Walking into the bedroom after dropping the twins off at their fathers, you see Wanda standing by the mirror in only her underwear and slowly creep up behind her. Too busy in her own mind, she doesn't notice you in the reflection, body jumping when your arms snake around her middle and your head rests on her shoulder. You frown when you see her face, the insecurities and disgust in her eyes as she looks at her body.

“What’s wrong, love?” you murmur softly, her eyes meeting yours in the reflection, her smile not genuine as she tries to seem ok.

“Nothing Detka,” she whispers back, voice a little shaky. You simply look at her in the mirror, not accepting that as an answer causing her to sigh. “I just…I don’t get what you see in me,” she mutters, her hands going to her stomach, fingers tracing the stretch marks there.

“I see the most beautiful woman in the world,” your voice is almost overwhelmingly full of emotion as you keep your gaze fixated on her, “I see a woman who has the biggest heart possible, that’s kind, caring and loving to everyone,” your hands overlap hers, your own fingers tracing the marks there, “I also see a strong, powerful woman who brought two incredible people into this world that I love with my whole heart.” Her eyes glint with doubt at your words and she looks down at the floor while you continue to look at the mirror.

“You don’t have to say that just because I’m your girlfriend,” she mumbles, turning her head to look at you properly.

“I’m not,” you whisper back, moving your hands to cup her jaw as she turns her body fully to face you, “I mean what I say Wanda, you’re beautiful, inside and out. You’re my everything.” A lone tear drops from her eyes, your thumb brushing it away gently.

“I’m sorry,” her voice barely audible, “It’s just he used to… he would say-”

“He is an idiot who doesn't matter anymore,” you cut off, not letting her mind drown in his belittling and degrading comments. “You are so much more than what he ever said,” you lean forwards and press a soft kiss to her lips, smiling into the kiss when you feel her wrap her arms around you and pull you closer. “In fact, why don’t I show you how much I love this body, how much I love you?” You question against her lips, her eyes flicking up to yours to see how they darken ever so slightly.

Wanda answers by moving her hands to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss as you guide the two of you to the bed. You push her ever so softly, her falling onto the mattress, hair sprawling out as she looks like a work of art. You climb on top of her, pressing your lips to hers passionately but slowly, your hands drifting up and down her body, touch delicate making her whimper softly into your mouth.

“You are ethereal, my love,” you murmur as you break the kiss, moving to place open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Your hands swiftly unclasp her bra, discarding the item on the floor before moving your hands to softly cup her breasts. You hear her sigh at your words, the doubt still lingering slightly making you look up from your position near her chest. “If you don’t believe me love, read my mind,” you say, her hesitating for a moment before her hands gently thread through your hair. You feel her magic flow through as you continue your journey down her body, worshipping every inch you possibly can. A gasp leaves her at the intensity of your love for her, the admiration and adoration you have for her, and she leaves your mind without needing to look any further.

“Do you believe me now?” you murmur out, mouth kissing the top of her chest as you plan to lavish her with affection. You take a perk nipple into your mouth, sucking lightly on the sensitive nub while your fingers roll the other, a low moan escaping her. Your tongue swirls around her hardened nipple, a groan escaping you at the soft whimpers leaving her lips, the vibrations making her moan louder momentarily. You let go with a pop, looking up at her with awe in your eyes as a string of saliva attaches from your mouth to her chest. You kiss across her chest, in between the valley of her breasts before taking the other nipple into your mouth and moving your hand to the breast that’s wet from your mouth. Your fingers trace around her nipple teasingly as your tongue flicks her other before you take it fully into your mouth. You repeat what you did to her other breast, sucking and licking at the sensitive until you have her whimpering desperately for you to continue.

“Please Detka,” She moans out, looking down at you with pleading eyes making you smirk into her skin.

“Soon, love,” you whisper, placing a kiss at the top of her abdomen and gradually making your way down. When you reach her stretch marks you feel her tense ever so slightly and look up to her head lolled to the side, looking away from you. “Look at me Wanda,” her eyes snap over to you at your tone, your eyes full of love and care that makes her want to pull you back up to her face and crash her lips to yours. “These,” you press a kiss to a small scar, “Don’t disgust me, ok? I don’t care what he said, they don’t make you look ugly or disgusting. In fact, I think they make you even more beautiful,” you look at her as you move to kiss as many as you can. “They show how strong and amazing you are, how you brought Tommy and Billy into this world, so please my love, don’t be ashamed of them,” you see in her eyes how she listens to your words, the doubt fading away making you smile against her skin.

You move up her body to press your lips to hers, both of you pouring your emotions into it as her hands cup your jaw and you brace yourself above her with one hand. Your fingers continue your journey down her body, them sliding under the waistband of her panties so you could pull the soaked fabric off of her.

“You’re so wet for me,” you groan against her lips when you slide your fingers through her folds, her arousal coating your fingers.

“Please,” she moans once again when she feels you tease her entrance with your index finger, your thumb moving to slowly circle her clit. You quieten her with your mouth, claiming it once again and muffling the moan that leaves her lips when you slide your finger in effortlessly. You thrust your finger in at a torturous pace and slowly drag it out before sliding it back in to have her groaning in frustration. You ignore her pleas that spill from her lip, wanting to slowly build her orgasm up and have her squirming under you.

You curl your finger in her, hitting her g-spot with every pump of your fingers, making her hands go to your back as she holds onto you for support, eyes closing and mouth parting in pleasure. You watch her as her face contorts to pleasure with every movement, breathy sighs and soft moans filling the room as your thumb rubs tighter circles on her clit. Her body writhes under you, hips bucking up in search of more pleasure while your fingers continue at the same place.

“Please, please,” she moans over and over, you finally giving in and increasing your pace. You're thrusting your fingers into her mercilessly, your name tumbling out of her mouth like a chant as her orgasm swiftly approaches. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she groans out, throwing her head back against the mattress. “I love you,” she sighs out before your lips crash against hers, dampening the scream that leaves her lips. Her body tenses under you, a powerful orgasm ripping through her body as her legs begin to shake. You prolong her orgasm as long as you can, moving your fingers inside her, and then help her ride out her aftershocks.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, pressing small pecks all over her face making her smile, nose scrunching cutely.

“Thank you,” she murmurs into another kiss, smiling against your lips as you move so your body weight rests on her, arms wrapping around her so you can roll the two of you over. You lay on your back with her on top of you, grinning ear to ear before moving to rest her face at the crook of your neck. Her breathing tickles your neck, hands slipping under your shirt to brush against your warm skin. “So warm,” she mutters, making you smile as you look down, her eyes closed as she gradually drifts off to sleep in your arms.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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heartmaddie · 4 months ago

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charm | t.oikawa - 10 glory of the snow

by heartmaddie

kiyoko gently tapped the pink beauty blender against yn’s skin, occasionally stepping back to admire her work which had taken the past couple hours.

“i’m so nervous..” yn expresses, looking up at her friend with a worried glaze in her eyes, feeling her chest constrict within the black slip dress that clung to her skin. kiyoko smiled softly, using a soft brush to dust blush over the apples of yn’s cheeks, “what if i’m overdressed?” she frets.

“i’m sure it’ll be okay.” kiyoko focused as she did yn’s makeup, ensuring that everything was picture perfect. her soft, manicured fingers would brush over her skin, as yn thought of all the possible ways this night could go wrong, unaware that tooru was just as, if not more, nervous than herself.

tooru was pacing around the living room of his apartment, to the dismay of his roommates who were trying to watch the television.

“can you move?” iwaizumi asks tightly, obviously annoyed at oikawa’s antics. “just calm down, the more you walk around the more you’re gonna sweat,” he mutters, letting out a sigh of relief once the brown-haired boy slumps down on the couch next to him.

“did you remember to buy her flowers?” ushijima asks in his signature deep voice, “and put them in the fridge to preserve their freshness?”

“yeah, yeah i did. do you think i’d forget?” oikawa looks at the olive-haired boy sideways, sighing as he pulls out his phone and checks the time. “tobio, you said pink lilies, right?”

“yep.” kageyama responds dryly, more focused on his laptop before a thought blossoms in his head, “what restaurant are you going to?” he asks curiously, eyes on oikawa.

“that italian place in ginza that opened up a couple months ago.” oikawa hums in response, scrolling through twitter mindlessly, “she mentioned wanting to go a while back, so.”

“hey, isn’t that place pretty pricey?” atsumu smirks, bumping his shoulder against tooru, making him playfully nudge him back.

“yeah, but anything for my girl.” oikawa hums in response, a boastful tone in his words, causing iwaizumi to take a deep, grounding sigh.

“she’s not your girl yet, and also, shouldn’t you be leaving soon? you’re supposed to be at her dorm at 5:30 and it’s already 5:15.” he points out, looking at oikawa with a sidelong glance, “i don’t think she’d appreciate it if you were late.”

oikawa lets out a nervous huff and stands up from the couch, walking over to the fridge and carefully retrieving the large bouquet of pink lilies. he held them in his arms, looking through the full body mirror. he was dressed in a pair of dark grey slacks and an iron pressed navy button up shirt, feeling his body heat up with sweat as his nervousness increased.

iwaizumi walked him to the car, offering him a ‘pep talk’ of some sorts, how tooru should open the door for her, hold her hand while they walk, offer her a jacket etc, and it didn’t help at calming him down whatsoever. iwaizumi seems to notice this, and stops his rant, looking towards the other boy and offering him a pat on the back.

“what are you stressing about? you like the girl, and she likes you. everything will be fine.” iwaizumi asks, causing tooru to shift uncomfortably and let out a shaky breath. he looks up at iwaizumi,

“but what if i mess up? or she decides she doesn’t wanna see me.” tooru’s embarrassed by his own vulnerability, but there was something about the familial gaze of iwaizumi which calmed him. he subconsciously clenched onto the stems of the lilies, almost squishing them before hajime’s able to stop him.

“just calm down, oikawa.” iwaizumi swats his hand, making him cease his grip on the flowers. “you need to go, just drive safe, okay?” iwaizumi has an unfamiliar soft look in his eyes, unnoticed by tooru as he slipped into the driver's seat of his car, laying the flowers down carefully in the passenger seat as he started backing out of the parking spot.

tooru took rhythmic deep breaths while he drove to her apartment, barely getting there at 5:28 when he’s ringing the doorbell for her unit number. with a buzz, the elevator clicks open and soon enough he’s standing outside her door, index finger lingering around the doorbell button as he takes a couple moments to prepare himself.

his finger presses against the plastic button, and he hears some clamering from inside before osamu’s whipping the door open, standing eye level with tooru as he lets him into the house.

“you clean up nicely.” he hums in response, while tooru takes note of the living room with all her roommates inside, save for her and kiyoko who were nowhere to be seen. “need a drink?” osamu’s eyes trail up and down oikawa’s figure, particularly focused on the pink lilies which were tucked under his bicep.

“thanks and water would be great” oikawa replies, somewhat insecure of the way his voice came out more high-pitched than usual, he clears his throat. osamu leads him into the kitchen, reminding him of when he was here only two weeks prior, arms wrapped around yn’s waist as they scooped dollops of cookies, but his thoughts are interrupted by osamu’s deep voice.

“here,” he passes tooru the cold glass, still wet around the edges. “yn and kiyoko will be out in a moment.” osamu leans against the kitchen counter, pulling out his phone and mindlessly scrolling, but from his body language and the way his eyes would drift over to oikawa, he could tell that something was going on.

“do you need to tell me anything?” oikawa asks reluctantly, looking up at osamu with intrigue as he watches the other boy sigh deeply.

“yn’s like a little sister to me, you know that right?” osamu into tooru’s eyes seriously, “she’s already gone through a lot, and i’m serious oikawa, if you contribute to that as well…” he trails off, his threat becoming more imposing upon tooru who subconsciously curled up internally, did her friends really not trust him?

the words dance around on his tongue, ‘i don’t want to hurt her, i wont hurt her.’ and he was about to let them spill out, but he’s pulled away from his thoughts by a small tap on his shoulder, not even noticing how osamu slipped out from the scene and into his own bedroom.

oikawa takes a moment to turn around, but when he does, he feels all the air escape his lungs. yn looks up at him meekly, and he’s absolutely enthralled by her.

“why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, her voice soft as she looked up at him, confused as his hand hovered over her cheek, careful not to smudge any of her makeup.

“nothing..” he murmurs quietly, cheeks brushed blood red as he swallowed, “these are for you.” he places the pink lilies in her arms, the size of the bouquet abnormally large in her hands, and the way she bites on the side of her cheek as she tries to hide her smile doesn’t go unnoticed by tooru.

“oh wow, you really shouldn’t have..” she looks up at him, “i should’ve at least brought you something as well.” she huffs, admiring the pink flowers, “god, they’re gorgeous tooru, how did you know they were my favourite?” she asks, eyes wide in confusion.

“oh, someone just told me.” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, “do you need to find a vase for it?” yn nods, padding around her kitchen to arrange the flowers nicely in the glass vase, then continuing to go to her bedroom for a moment to display them on her bedside table.

her arm wraps around tooru’s bicep as they went down the elevator together in uncomfortable silence, both taking moments to sneak glances at the other as they approach tooru’s car. as he drives, his calloused hand wraps tightly around hers, resting on yn’s thigh as they talk casually over the slow beat of the music. tooru would occasionally glance over at her resting figure, noticing how she’d lightly sway to the music and he was captivated by how the amber sun would shine on her ethereal face, causing the skin to glow brighter. he was entranced by the complexities of her beauty.

moments throughout the dinner, tooru occasionally zones out of the conversation, just staring into her eyes with a lovestruck expression as her words would go in one ear and straight out the other, embarrassing himself when she asks for his attention once again. he watches as yn would hum quietly while enjoying her rigatoni al pomodoro, enjoying the flavourful sauce dancing along her tastebuds. she didn’t notice tooru’s sneaky glances, even occasionally making her own which just happened to not meet his.

with oikawa tooru’s neatly styled hair, far from the usual mop he’d have, she found her heart pulsing a bit faster. she’d bite her lip to conceal her smile when she’d notice him clench his hand into a fist from pure nervousness, she found him utterly endearing. his hand would reach out for hers over the table, and it was oddly romantic under the dimmed lights and jazz which rippled through the air of the restaurant. yn couldn’t lie, oikawa had good taste in date locations.

once the delicate mascarpone and sharp coffee tiramisu had settled on their tongues, tooru took an impromptu bathroom, leaving yn alone at the table where she’d finish off the remaining muscador in her wineglass, the subtle floral and jasmine notes burning satisfyingly on her tongue as she awaited tooru’s presence once again. when he’s back, he looks rushed and concerned,

“come on, we have to go..” he whispers in her ear quickly, draping his coat over her shoulders and pulling her up to her heeled feet, gently running his fingers over the hair which had fallen out to fix them. he had an almost panicked look on his face as he rushed her out of the restaurant, leaving her concerns behind,

“tooru ! we still need to collect the bill!” she huffs, trying to match his face as they startled other couples and families dining around them. he’s giggling and pulling her into his arms as she’s trying to go back into the restaurant, because as observant as she was, she did pre-calculate their whole meal to be over sixteen thousand yen.

he smiles against her neck, still panting as he’s constricting her movements. against her morals, she finds reason to stay within his grasp, the way their hearts would beat together, their quick breaths matching each other caused feelings of unfamiliar warmth and intimacy to blossom in her chest. where there was nothing that she yearned for more than that.

“i paid when i left the bathroom.” he mumbles quietly, “i knew you were gonna insist on taking the bill, so.” his reasoning was peculiar, but against that she let out a hearty, breathless chuckle. wrapping her own arms around his neck and burrowing her head into his hair as she giggled. tooru pressed a kiss upon the skin of her shoulder, guiding her towards his car, they looked particularly mindless as they walked conjoined like that.

“you worried me!” she complained, looking over at him with a faux glare, earning a smirk in return as he slides into the drivers seat. she let him drape his hand over her thigh, placing hers on top and rubbing the skin between his thumb and index finger.

“mm, it was funny..” he replies, pulling out of the parking lot and sailing smoothly on the streets of tokyo. “did you tell your roommates you’re staying at mine tonight?” he asks, smiling when she nods in return. “good.”

it’s a mess from the front door to the apartment, both wrapped in each others arms as they slipped off their shoes and hurried into oikawa’s bedroom, to the disgust of his roommates who were sitting on his couch.

yn was using tooru’s extensive skincare routine while he changed into more comforting clothing. he leant against the doorframe as he watched her get unready, dressed in his shirt and shorts, her neat hair still tyed back as the last remnants of makeup washed off her face. tooru’s arm found solace around her waist, laying his head within the crook of her shoulder as she washed her face. he would take long inhales of her sweet, but spicy scent, melting more upon her back every second.

when she’s finally done, he pulls her into he bed, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders and taking a deep breath of relief, his exhausted muscles finally finding the means to relax fully. shes sitting up, leaning over him as his hand reaches out to gently caress her face.

“you’re gorgeous.” he mutters quietly, almost unheard to the human senses.

“that’s a bit rich coming from you, hm?” she hums in response, smiling at the dorky expression which formed on his soft features. he’d blink lazily as he looked up at her, soaking up the last moments of her presence while sleep was starting to catch up on him. “what’re you thinking about?” she asks, voice soft as her fingers intertwined within his chocolate brown hair.

“you.” he sighs, eyes starting to focus more on her lips, regardless of how hard he’d try to stop. it didn’t go past her knowledge, and she’s giggling quietly, slumping against his cheek, lips uncharacteristically close to his. “tease.” he mutters, eyes linking with hers.

yn lets tooru take the initiative, and with a small nod his lips innocently meet hers. tooru sighs completely as he brings her face closer, his lips moving against hers slowly as his fingers dug into the skin of her lower back. his careful handling contrasted semi’s so deeply, allowing her to melt into his arms just like he’d do to her and for the first time in a long time, she had felt safe in another's arms. after a couple moments of intimacy, oikawa pulls away, letting her head rest on his chest as he panted softly, his heart beating quickly as his face heated up, suddenly hit with the realisation of his actions.

but yn’s the one pressing her lips against his shoulder, nuzzling against his warmth as his thoughts would pass by.

the moonlight falls into oikawa’s bedroom from the window left open, and yn finds serenity in his arms. she’d look up at him as his eyes were shut tight, and there was something which drew her into him. it was unexpected. she remembered the innate hatred she’d project upon him for the past 10 years of her life, and her heart swelled with guilt, there was so much more to him than expected.

with a final blink, she rested her head close to his heart, finding comfort in the consistent beating of the organ as she was able to finally lull herself into comfortable rest.

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౨ৎ i think i'm going to seriously cry i'm not ready to finish charm

౨ৎ oikawa got a bucatuni al amatriana btw

౨ৎ he didn't drink and got a yuzu-passionfruit mocktail

౨ৎ he also spent like a week saving for that dinner....

౨ৎ ok so basically it's iwa , oikawa , ushijima , atsumu who live together

౨ৎ sunrin , kageyama etc live in the other sports dorm

౨ৎ they all chill out at oikawa's dorm cos it's bigger and the wifi is stronger

౨ৎ that's why tobio was there in the beginning - also tooru needed his insight.

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hoe4sports · 10 months ago

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“Sleep is a golden chain that links our bodies and souls together for eternity.”

Caroline Graham Hansen x reader

A/N: No triggers. Mentions of sex. You are already a couple. The story starts with heading to Lucy’s birthday.

The hot steaming rainshower was making the dimmed bathroom damp and foggy, it felt like a rainforest. You loved it. Showers were amazing. They were soothing and comforting. But they could also be exciting and fun. You were snapped violently out of your thoughts as Lucy banged on your door “Are you gonna be ready today or next year? I cannot be late to my own birthday dinner pretty girl!” Lucy teased you from the other side of the door as you got out of the shower. She had asked you last minute if she could catch a ride with you as she was planning to drink and didn’t have a driver. Truth is that you didnt either have a driver, but apperantly you were more capable than her to get a taxi. “Yea yea, it always important to be fashionably late babe!” You snapped back grinning to myself. You felt so blessed that you had made such close friends after moving across the continent. Lucy was like your sister, and Ingrid was my bestie. My ride or die.

You got yourself dry quickly and pulled on your outfit in no time. You got your hair curled loosely, and did some quick bronzy makeup with a cute subtle pink lip. You felt good about yourself and admired yourself in the mirror for one second. You had your white champagne satin dress on, but you had to use your white hoka’s. You tore my acl as a 18 year old, and you will never fully recover. That’s why you are not taking any risks.

You swung the door open and did a dramatic pose for Lucy. “Oh Luce darling, tell me, am a looking au naturell?” I said with a dramatic french accent. “Luckily your outfit is better than your French” lucy chuckled. She was looking just as good as she always was. Pants that were just the right amount of tight to showcase her ass, and a short sleeve shirt that complimented her biceps beautifully. She often changed between pulling off masculine and feminine looks, and she knew damn well that she made it work for her.

The pair of you both did a quick 3 shots of tequila before heading giggling out of the apartment. As you got out of the complex and found our taxi driver, Lucy laid her arm around you. It was an older man who turned up the music for us, and he was definitely in the mood for a party. You made sure to tip him well, and he told me that he was driving until 3 so you could give him a ring if anyone needed to get home safely. You appreciated the help, and took out the information card that he held out. “Ricardo Antonio Juereze Guapa” you confidently spoke out, the old man smiled and applauded your Spanish accent before waving goodbye. “Let’s do this!” You squiled as you pulled Lucy with you towards the restaurant. The vibes were immaculate, electric even. The food was incredible! And the drinks? Perhaps a tad bit too strong..

As you shoved down the last piece of my sorbet, you looked over at Caroline. She had showed up, but was being her usual quiet self. You raised an eyebrow towards her, and she shrugged. You motioned for her to meet you in the bathroom of the restaurant as you excused yourself to the other girls. You got to the bathroom, and did a quick sweep to make sure that there were nobody there. Then Caroline stepped in. She was wearing shorts, but not the feminine kind. She was also wearing a white t-shirt, almost see through. I could tell how they shaped around her boobs, and they revealed her white sportsbra from Calvin Klein. “Hello pretty girl” you said as she entered the bathroom and she blushed. “Hey” she smiled nervously, and you touched her cheek as she pulled closer. “You good?” You asked as she played with her hair. She gave a small nod, and you took it upon yourself to fix her hair. She stood there dumbfounded while I was going all hairstylist on her beautiful brown locks as I smacked my lips together and presented proudly “Voila!” You announced as you pulled back. She blushed again.

“I was thinking of going home..” she mumbled as her face automatically went back to her usual serious self. “Why?” You blurred out as if you almost interrupted her. “Well, I guess this really isn’t my thing, you know?” She motioned towards the door which let through sounds of chatter and music. You nodded to her, and placed your hand on her cheek again. “That’s fair, it’s not for everyone. If you leave, I’ll definitely miss you. Such a sight for sore eyes.” You said as you smiled, clearly a bit intoxicated. She shrugged, once again, out of words. You giggled softly as you playfully brushed some of her hair from her face to behind her ear. “So dedicated and hardworking” you started as she blushed and smiled to the ground. You put your. pointing finger on her chin, and tilted her face upwards. You leaned in towards her cheek, and breathed out. “Stay, please” as your pink lips made contact with her blushed cheek and you quietly walked out.

You sat down at the table with the other girls thinking that you got away with your little act. Lucy and Ingrid made whistling noises and you pretended to be annoyed by rolling your eyes at them. After a few minutes the girls stopped the teasing and Caroline slowly eased back to the table. “Alright, Bronze! It’s your birthday, where do you wanna go next?” You announced to the table. Lucy’s face spread out in a huge grin. “Let’s go to Tito’s beach club!” Lucy responded, and with that everyone was fast up from their chairs. Some were more drunk then others, like Mapi, she was practically leaning onto Ingrid to use her as her personal walking stick. It caused you to chuck at the sight of the pair, and as they passed you teased Ingrid, “Looks like someone got a good relationship with the bartender” you sang as she rolled her eyes back at me. You made sure to wait until all the girls had gotten up from the table, just to make sure that nobody forgot any purses, phones or wallets. As you finished checking, you could see Caroline waiting by the end of the table. Your lips formed a smile, and you admired Caroline. “Waiting for me Graham?” You said as you got closer to her, our height differences once again becoming very obvious. She looked down on you as she flashed one of her shy smiles. You had talked to Ingrid previously, who told me that Caroline hadn’t ever been in a relationship. That she was too focused on work and becoming better every day. You, on the other hand, you saw straight through her act. You thought she was beautiful. You loved her physique, her face and her long neck. Plenty of space for.. Something, let’s just keep it at that.

“Whenever you are ready” she spoke as you grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the restaurant towards the other girls. The bar was only a few blocks away, and the girls were definitely not holding back tonight. We walked together to the bar, and the girls sang a million happy birthday songs in different languages. Caroline walked in silence for the short trip, but she was walking in silence next to you. You were talking to Ingrid, as she supported Mapi towards the bar. “Okay Maps, sober up or you will be tied to a pole outside to wait like a puppy.” You announced, and just like that; Mapi pulled herself together and sobered up as if she hadn’t seen alcohol in forever. We all entered in a line as the security checked us out. When Mapi passed, you could see one of the security guards raise their eyebrows, but he waived her through. We found a table consisting of high bar chairs, and we all grouped up around it. The music was beaming and there somehow wasn’t too many people inside yet. You went to order some drinks to the table, and when you came back there were no available chairs. However, that left you with one option. You walked to where Caroline was seated. The barchair making her even taller. You blinked my lashes in front of her, and smiled. “Care if I stand in front of you?” You asked as her eyes lit up. “Uhm, no no, sure, go ahead.” She stuttered as she didn’t want to seem to excited. You just smiled, she was so cute when she was visibly nervous. You pushed myself in between her legs and leaned your hips towards her chair. Her breath was becoming heavier by the second, and her hands were slowly becoming more damp. You leaned your back towards her body, and she softened up in her posture. You could feel her hands slowly try to wrap around my waist, and you decided to just let her do it at her own pace. As the night went on, the drinks were flowing rapidly. Caroline never moved, she was guarding you like you were a kitten. It was cute, her hands got more and more comfortable as the night went on. It almost felt as if she was warming up to you. Caroline wasn’t really someone that liked to share her private life, she liked her privacy and people say that’s how she has been since she was young.

As the night went on, your eyelids were getting heavier by the second. You feel like it’s getting late, so you decide to check your trusty sports watch. 02.45?! oh my, you were expected to be on a meeting tomorrow so you quickly texted the taxi driver from earlier that night praying that he hadn’t went home early. He confirmed the address, and said that he would be there in 5 minutes as he was already close by. “I’m gonna have to make it an early night.” You announced and you could see the disappointment in Caroline’s eyes. You had probably gotten 6 or 7 drinks down by now, but like the true Norwegian you were it didn’t bother you too much. Multiple of them being my favourite drink, strawberry daiquiri. Not a very lesbian like drink eh?

One of the things with Caroline was that she had never really openly announced that she was lesbian or even bisexual. Naturally of course, as she was very private. People only knew what she wanted them to know about her. You turned your face towards Caroline, as a was already leaning between her tights. She looked at you with her big greyish blue eyes, and it melted you completely. You leaned in and hugged her tight. As expected she stiffened up like a stick, but after a few seconds she folded her long arms around you relaxing into the hug. Your face was the same height as her upper abdomen, and you were hugging her as best as you could. You looked up at her, and she looked down at me. You were busy admiring her when you suddenly blurred out, “Vil du dra sammen med meg?”. Oh my. You thought to yourself that this was a dumb decision. “Jeg mente egentlig å si; Vil du sitte på?” You corrected and tried to play it of cool. Luckily, you spoke Norwegian so that nobody but her could understand. Well, including Ingrid. «Ja» Caroline stuttered nervously “Gjerne”. She completed the sentence, and you grabbed her hand. “Alright Luce, girls, take it easy tonight. Drink water. And I’ll see you tomorrow” you announced as I dragged Caroline with me. You could hear the shock in the room when you dragged Caroline out towards the taxi. Mapi mumbled “What did she say to her?” And Ingrid shrugged “I don’t know Norwegian”. Mapi shot her an annoyed look, knowing very well that Ingrid’s first language was Norwegian.

The taxi ride was somewhat awkward as the taxi driver was trying to brighten the silence. You were just far too tired to even think, and you could feel the buzzing from the alcohol. Caroline on the other had, didn’t have a drink. She said something about it ruining her restitution, and you naturally wanted to respect her. It was a Caroline thing to say, nobody took care of her physical health like Caroline. As the ride went on, you spotted your building. It was towering over the smaller buildings around it. You pulled out your purse to pay, and to tip the driver. But as you were busy fumbling with your purse, desperately trying to find the wallet, Caroline had already paid. “Ai!! Ayos mio! Mucho gracias!! The old man yelled ecstatically. You looked at Caroline who just shrugged. He turned towards you, and smiled as wide as he could. “This is a good woman! You keep her.” He spat out as Caroline blushed. “Thank you again, and good night” you smiled as you got out of the taxi. Us both got out and stood on the sidewalk as the taxi driver rolled down his window. “When you need a driver, I drive you! Just message me. Buenos noches, ladies.” he sang out with the biggest smile on his face.

“What did you pay him?” You asked as he drove away. Caroline shrugged her shoulders, she was in fact a very humble person. “What he needed to be paid?” She tried, and you shook your head as you smiled. She had tipped well, and I knew because she wouldn’t let me see the receipt. “Do you wanna come up?” You asked her to break the awkward silence. “We can sit on my balcony, and have a some water or whatever you let yourself consume.” You joked, and she smiled a shy smile. “Uh. That would be nice.” She replied with eagerness in her voice. We walked towards the entrance, and you tapped the code on the little tab to be let in. In silence, we walked to the elevator and we took the elevator up to my floor.

“Apartment 1921” you said as you once again tapped in my code. “The code is 3101, feel free to use it if you want.” You said as you were focused on tapping in the code. It wasn’t easy as you felt a bit tipsy. The pair of you entered the apartment and Caroline stood there in shock taking it all in. “Wo-“ she started before you cut her off “it’s not my apartment, it’s the clubs. I just rent it, I could never in a million years buy something like this” you said ironically and laughed while you got two champagne glasses ready.

You pulled out a Norwegian drink, Farris, on the counter. My grandparents had been there two weeks prior, and they brought you all your favourite snacks. You poured the drink into the glasses. “Here you go” you said as you reached it towards Caroline that was still admiring the apartment and the views. She turned towards me and said “I don’t drink alcohol” she started as you rolled your eyes. “Babe, it’s not alcohol! It’s Farris!” Her eyes widened. You were not too sure if it was because of the Farris part or because of the babe part. You had a habit of calling everyone babe, so you raised an eyebrow. «Oh, thats actually my favourite drink” she said as she took a sip. You giggled, and suddenly you came to the realisation that you had watermelon in the fridge. Fresh juicy watermelon! You did a turnaround and ripped the fridge open. You pulled out the bowl you had previously cut up watermelon in triangles and walked towards the balcony. Caroline willingly followed towards the stunning views. You sat down in one of chairs you had placed outside, and she slowly sat down beside me in awe of the sunset. “Here” you said, “Take some watermelon, it’s very hydrating.” You giggled as you pushed the box towards her. She smirked and grabbed a piece. “Sounds like something I would say.” She said as she took a bite. Watermelon juice went flying everywhere! In her lap; her t-shirt and even at her socks. You giggled hysterically. You loved to laugh when you were sober, but when you were drunk? Oh boy, you giggled over anything.

“Ah, faen” Caroline swore under her breath as you giggled while she was trying to run the pink liquid off her white top. Her face was slowly turning red enough to match the watermelon. “I should get home..” Caroline reluctantly said, and as if you had just found the cure for cancer; you stood up and sprinted towards the walk in closet. You grabbed your favourite lululemon hoodie considering it was the only piece of clothing that were oversized enough to fit her tall body. “Here” you proudly said as she looked up. Her eyes widened when she saw the color of the item. “What!” You said “get the stick out of your ass” She shook her head and sighted. “I really should get going home” she mumbled as she poured down the last drop of Farris and stood up. “Oh really” you teased, “Do you have a secret girlfriend at home that is expecting you?”. Her face went red, and her eyes once again resembled an owl’s eyes.

You mentally slapped yourself for saying it, and you instantly knew that you would regret this as soon as you sobered up tomorrow morning. “I-I” she said as she mumbled the last part of the sentence. “You what?” You asked nervously, could it be that she actually had a girlfriend? Or even worse, that she was only into men? You wanted to become one with the gorgeous wooden floor in the apartment. Your train of thoughts were interrupted by her clearing up her voice. “I’ve never had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or anyone. I don’t really think I would like a boyfriend either as I don’t like men..” she said as you felt about 500 kg lighter. That cleared things up pretty quickly. “Never?” You asked curiously, “how come?”. She sighted again and looked more at the floors than on you. “I guess nobody has ever, uhm, you know, found me attractive or something.” she said as she swallowed for a second, visibly struggling with her words. You both went quiet for a while, and the silence was broken by your yawn. “Do you maybe wanna sleep over?” You suggested to see if she was interested. She nodded and you showed her the bedroom and the rest of the apartment. “I’m just gonna shower quickly, so I don’t smell of vodka.” You said as you headed for the shower. You had so many questions, so many things you were wondering about and so many thoughts. You were definitely a thinker, but you were also good with communication. Caroline was not the best with sharing her feelings and thoughts. Usually, the things she said sounded like she had planned to say it, especially on practice. You were thinking about how she had made friends, as you knew she was pretty close with Alexia, Ingrid and Mapi.

My thoughts were rambling as you stood in the hot shower for what felt like ages. You popped on pyjamas as you wanted to respect her and not be naked. The pj’s was a two piece set with a shorts and a tank top with spaghetti straps. It was a sheer pink color with lace on the edges, and it was somewhat revealing. You dried your hair with a towel, leaving it to air dry while you did a quick round of skincare. Skincare was so important to you, it made you feel good and you believe that if you feel good, you look good. You stepped out of the bathroom, and walked into my bedroom expecting to see Caroline in my bed. The shock on my face when you couldn’t find her, was rather disturbing. You looked around the room and anxiety started to boil. Had you done something? Did she get the wrong signal? Was she angry? Your thoughts were cut off by a cough. A rather loud raspy cough which scared you shitless. All your senses activated, and you grabbed a hanger that you had on the hook. You slowly walked into the living room to find nobody. You checked out the bathrooms and the kitchen, even the walk in closet and the balcony. Nothing! Perhaps it was just a neighbour? Yoy settled on that explanation and shuffled to the bedroom.

As yoy walked to the bedroom, you wanted to grab myself an extra pillow from the guest room because you were not a fan of alcoholic reflux. You walked into the guest room and there she was in all her glory. “What on earth are you doing?” You asked her as you leaned towards the doorframe. She had a confused look on her face and tilted her head as she said “wasn’t I invited to sleep over?” You giggled and made yourself a mental note to remember that she could not take a hint even if it was handed to her. “Yes, in my bed pretty girl” you said as you smiled and she suddenly became red again. “Oh, it’s just that.. I have never..I’m not into..” she started. You were just as confused as her about where this conversation was headed.

It suddenly clicked in your mind. She thought that you were trying to one night stand her! “This is not a one night stand”you said as you smiled and moved towards her. “I’m just trying to get to know you better, okay? I’m taking it slow with you.” You assured her as you reached your hand out. She took the blanket off her and grabbed your hand as she followed you to the main bedroom. “Besides I said, in this room; there is a big ass flatscreen” you said as she entered. She looked at it and nodded. You hopped into bed, and girl. She had never cuddled anyone in her entire life. She slid into the bed and was as stiff as a stick. “Do you need help?” You asked her and she nodded desperately. “Alright, this is how you cuddle. The big spoon is the one holding the other person. The small spoon is the one being held.” You stated as you turned yourself around. She was laying flat on her back, so you curled up next to her on your side. “Then, you move this arm and hold in here” you stated as you positioned yourself and her. You laid your head on her chest and held around her with your other arm as you were almost laying on your belly. She adjusted, and let out a releaved breath. “I think I like this” she said, and you lifted your head as you looked up at her. You smiled, and continued “this is cuddling. You can stroke my back, play with my hair, kiss the top of my head or just lay still.” You said as you yawned. She softened once again, and started breathing heavily. Then you both drifted off to sleep.

#caroline graham hansen #woso imagine #woso x reader #caroline graham hansen imagine #caroline graham x reader #barca femini x reader #barca femeni

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oinkinpigprince · 9 months ago

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I’m at the hairdresser, I can feel the chemicals flow into my brain. She also kept tugging at my thick, lush, luxurious, curly, hair. Which really hurts cause I have a tender ass head.

Drayton keeps calling Bubba’s hair nappy in the movies which makes me think he also suffers the same problem, I want to brush his hair.

Bubba x curly haired reader

You were sitting in your shared room brushing through your curly hair. Watching the little springs bounce in place. It was mesmerizing to say the least. Bubba shuffled in curiously, to see you admiring yourself in the mirror. They adored your hair, running their fingers on the soft locks was heaven to them. You never let them brush through it, always swatted away their needy hand. They always want to, maybe now that you brushed through it you’d let them, it must be detangled now.

Walking up behind you cautiously, they slowly reached their hand over to your head before gently stroking your head. You looked up and smiled at Bubba, giggling at them. They interlocked their fingers and began to run their fingers through your hair, til they hit a knot and you made a sharp hiss sound.

“Kssss, ow! Bubbie that hurts, I told you not to.” You groans raking your own fingers through it properly, not hitting a single not. How did you get so good with hair?

Bubba asked you a question. You had been teaching Bubba American Sign Language for a while and they were getting really good at it. Signing questions to you, their brothers could understand them but you weren’t blessed with that intuition.

‘How do you get your hair to be so smooth?’ They signed, tilting their head a little. You shrugged running fingers through your curls.

“I had to learn how to brush my hair without it hurting,” you started “my dad didn’t know how to brush it right and my mom gave up after I hit her. I never mean to but it just hurt so damn bad.” You sighed looking back at bubba. “I’ll teach you how to brush your hair.” You offered, Bubba gasped and squealed with joy.

You sat Bubba down and laid out all the things you used. A spray bottle painted your favorite color, a plastic flimsy comb with a few teeth knocked out, and another bigger brush.

“Now, we both got curly hair. Which means we need to brush it differently than those other people with their boring straight hair.” Beginning to explain, Bubba listened enthusiastically “You take a water bottle and you have to get your hair wet.” You began to sprits their hair wet, until it was nice and wet, having to pick up certain pieces due to how much hair he had to get the underbrush.

Once it was completly damp you began to slowly brush their hair. Gently raking the little plastic comb until you hit a knot, bubba got ready to wince but was surprised when you pulled out after just barely grazing the tangle. Repeatedly you combed out the knot, pulling out of their hair completely every time you hit a knot.

Slowly you began to detail their hair, watching as it went from a mess of tangles and rats nests to beautiful black curls. Bubba’s hair always felt like straw, rough and callous. Water wouldn’t fix that but that was a different problem you’d save for later. Slowly their hair transformed into beautiful locks which made your heart flutter and your face flush. They were your handsome man.

“Your hair is beautiful Bubba! It’s a shame you couldn’t maintain it.” You cooed, Bubba couldn’t help but blush. You were so sweet to him.

The feeling of the comb gliding through their hair was something Bubba never experienced. Every time they had to go brush their hair they dreaded it but, your comb flowed through his hair teasing the tangles away until. Gentle movements flowed through his hair. They slowly closed their eyes, falling into a trance. Tingles flowed through their brain as you raked your fingers through their hair.

You hummed, happy to see Bubba so relaxed, so calm and tranquil. You sang softly, wondering if they’d fall asleep in the chair if you let them. You could see the tension in their shoulders leave as they felt your hands. Once you were done combing their hair you grabbed a bottle filled with special oil, and began to scrunch their hair back up. Watching as small curls formed with each time you moved.

Bubba snapped out of their trance and saw you were done. They looked at his head and never seen it so, clean. They washed it whenever they could but it always tangled and knotted so they never bothered. They looked up at you and you looked down at them. You booped their nose.

“Now do you see how to brush it? It’s a little more work but it’s well worth it once it drys!” You asked rubbing their cheek gently. Bubba nodded

“Do you wanna try brushing my hair?” You asked and they practically jumped so excited to show what they learned.

Bubba gently began to stroke your soft hair, twiddling the strands between their fingers. They adored your hair as much as you did. The way it shined and bounced, they hoped their hair could shine like yours. Slowly they began to comb through your hair like you did for them. For the first time, you felt someone else’s hairs flow through your hair.

#the Texas chainsaw massacre #the Texas chainsaw massacre x reader #the Texas chainsaw massacre headcanons #the Texas chainsaw massacre x reader headcanons #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer headcanons #bubba sawyer x reader headcanons #leather face #leather face x reader #leather face headcanons #leather face x reader headcanons #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons

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captainremmington-13 · 10 months ago

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A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: Coriolanus and Bellova argue yet again. But this time, there are consequences that change both of their lives forever.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A VERY DARK CHAPTER. It contains manipulation/gaslighting/brainwashing, cursing, violence, and misogynistic undertones

A/n: This chapter is from Coriolanus’s POV (still in third-person). The next chapter will recount these same events but from Bellova’s POV. Also, the part in all italics is a flashback.

Coriolanus had never felt better.

He had secured his position as an apprentice Gamemaker, was flourishing at the University, had become the heir to the Plinth fortune, and no longer worried about going hungry or losing his home.

He felt as if he was on top of the world. And he intended to stay that way, no matter what it took.

Coriolanus sat in his office in the Citadel, adding the finishing touches on a report Dr. Gaul had assigned for his military strategies class. He was no longer afraid of her, and had come to admire her macabre ways. Violence and death was simply a part of life, after all. There was no use in being scared of it.

He glanced at the new monocle lying on a stack of books that “Ma” Plinth had gifted him that morning. It reminded him of Dean Highbottom. Normally, thinking of the old fool would irritate him, but now it made him smile.

Rat poison truly did come in handy.

Putting down his pen, he looked at his watch. Twelve o’clock. He figured now was a good time to pause his work to eat lunch. Now that he could afford to purchase anything he wanted whenever he wanted, buying food was never an issue.

He checked his reflection quickly in the silver mirror on his desk, and grabbed his leather satchel which contained a matching wallet. Just as he was about to stand up, someone knocked on the door.

Now annoyed, he sunk back in his chair. “Come in. And don’t waste my time.”

In walked none other than Bellova Reginelle, donning a suspiciously wide smile. He immediately took in the blood-red dress she wore. It was a beautiful velvet garment that fell down to her ankles but had a daring slit in the side. The bodice made her figure look flawless, and the off-the-shoulder sleeves complimented her slender neck and shoulders. She wore matching gloves that went past her elbows, as well as a pair of tall black stilettos.

In short, she looked like a threat. One that needed to be eliminated before it could cause trouble.

Coriolanus simply gave her an indifferent look. “What brings you here?”

His old rival let out a short laugh. “Hello to you too.”

He rolled his eyes. “I said not to waste my time. Get to the point before I kick you out.”

“Fine, fine,” Bellova said. She stood before his desk, looking down at him with a slightly smug expression that made Coriolanus grit his teeth in annoyance. “I have…a proposal for you.”

He smirked. “That’s odd, considering that you’ve spent the last few months avoiding me.”

She purses her lips, clearly trying not to roll her eyes. “I decided that wasn’t the best course of action. We’re not children anymore, Snow, being petty won’t get us anywhere. Instead of working against each other, maybe combining our power and influence would be more beneficial. For both of us.”

Coriolanus frowned. “So what exactly are you proposing?”

Bellova inhaled sharply. “We should get married.”

He blinked. “Pardon?“

“It would be a politically intelligent move. With my connections in the Department of Justice and yours with Dr. Gaul and the Gamemakers, we could be unstoppable. Nobody would dare to cross us ever again. All we’d have to do is play pretend for the press, and we would have a chokehold on the entire Capitol.”

A beat of silence passed.

Then, Coriolanus laughed. It was a cold, condescending laugh, which grew louder at the sight of Bellova’s furious expression.

“You seriously thought I would consider marrying you? You truly are delusional.”

Bellova’s face hardened, contorting with rage. “Fine then,” she said slowly. “How about this: either agree to my proposal, or I won’t hesitate to ruin your life again.”

Coriolanus scoffed. “And how exactly would you do that?”

Bellova smiled cruelly. “I would tell every press outlet in the Capitol every awful thing I know about you. I would tell them that your asshole of a father stole the idea of the Hunger Games from Casca Highbottom just to impress Dr. Gaul. I would tell them how you murdered that tribute in cold blood the arena last year. I’d tell them that you sent Sejanus Plinth to his grave and used his parent’s grief to replace him as the heir to the Plinth fortune. And I would tell them how you murdered Dean Highbottom just last week. Did I miss anything?”

Coriolanus just looked at her, stunned.

“Oh yes, how could I forget: I’d tell them that you fell in love with a district girl and cheated in the Games just to keep her alive-“

“I did not love Lucy Gray,” Coriolanus snarled.

Bellova sneered back. “You’re the worst liar I know, you should really learn the art of deception if you want to be a politician. What happened to your little songbird anyway? Did you kill her to keep her from spilling your secrets?”

Coriolanus felt his heart pound loudly in his chest. How she had discovered all of these things, he didn’t know.

What he did know was that he had to ensure she never told a soul.

His hand reached down to open one of his drawers. He had a feeling he may need what was inside.

Then he stood up, towering over her. “Nobody would believe any of that, especially coming from you.”

Bellova blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re a conniving, overprivileged, pathetic little c-“

His insult was cut off by a sharp blow to the face.

“How dare you speak to me that way?” Bellova screamed, her eyes glinting with pure hatred.

“I’ll speak to you however I fucking please,” Coriolanus sneered, walking around his desk to stand within a few feet of her.

Bellova was too enraged to see what he slipped into his pocket.

“I’m going to murder you, Snow,” she seethed.

“That’s ironic, considering you came here with the intention of marrying me.”

Apparently, that was enough to completely shatter her composure.

Bellova started towards him, her perfectly manicured hands reaching out to wrap around his neck. As soon as she began to move, however, Coriolanus reached into his coat pocket, his palm wrapping around cold metal.

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Coriolanus sat on a stool, waiting for Dr. Gaul to return. She had summoned him to her lab show him something she called “a leash in a bottle”. He didn’t have the slightest clue what that meant, but he supposed he was about to find out.

The doctor reappeared, holding a metal box protected by a combination lock. Setting it down on the table in front of Coriolanus, she quickly entered the code and removed the lid.

Dr. Gaul reached her gloved hand into the box and retrieved a single syringe. It was slightly bigger than a normal one, and it was filled with a clear concoction.

“I’m very proud of this,” the doctor began, her eyes full of glee. “I have spent years trying to perfect it.”

Coriolanus nodded in acknowledgment. “What exactly does it do?“ he asked.

Dr. Gaul grinned wickedly. “When injected into the neck of a human body, it quickly begins to alter the brain. It will decimate any hostile tendencies, replacing them with a docile and pliant nature. The injected person will also experience severe memory loss, but the doses can be altered to only erase certain things, such as this one here. After it has taken full effect, the injected can be molded into whatever the injector desires.”

Coriolanus stared at the syringe in awe. “That’s…incredible.”

The doctor beamed at him. “Thank you, my dear.” She put the syringe back in it’s box, and held it out to Coriolanus. “This one is for you. To use in your time of need.”

Coriolanus took the box carefully. “Dr. Gaul,” he said. “With all due respect, why give this to me and not someone else?”

She chuckled lowly. “I have a feeling you’ll find the answer to that very soon.”

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When Bellova’s hands were an inch away from his neck, Coriolanus shoved her, sending her stumbling backwards into the wall. Before she could lift her arms again, Coriolanus whipped the syringe out of his pocket.

He used one hand to pin her to the wall, and grinned as her eyes widened in fear.

“Snow, what the fuck are you doing-“

She cut herself off with a piercing scream as the needle of the syringe was plunged into her neck.

Coriolanus swiftly injected the serum, keeping his hold on Bellova tight to ensure she did not escape. When the dose was fully gone, he pulled out the needle and tossed the syringe to the side. He stepped back and let Bellova collapse to the floor, writing in agony.

Her entire body was shaking, as if she was having a seizure. Somehow, she managed to climb onto all fours, letting out choked moans of pain.

“Wh-What,” she gasped. “What are you doing to me?”

Coriolanus crouched down in front of her, grabbing her by the chin firmly. “Finally shutting you up after all these years.”

“No!” Bellova squeezed her eyes shut, and tears began to roll down her face. Her arms soon gave out, leaving her to curl up in a ball on the cold tile floor again.

Coriolanus stood up, waiting for Bellova to stop convulsing. It took at least another couple minutes for her to go still.

He leaned down again to inspect her. Her body seemed completely limp, her eyes were shut, and her breathing was steady once more.

Then, her eyes shot open. Coriolanus watched intently. She looked dazed, and her grey eyes, which usually had a piercing nature to them, were wider and almost…innocent-looking.

Bellova slowly sat up, shifting so that she sat back on her heels, her knees pressed against the tile. She looked up at him, her eyes full of nothing but naivety.

“Hi Coryo,” she said, her tone so soft and sweet that Coriolanus had to refrain from gaping at her in shock. “I…I must have hit my head or something…why am I on the floor? What happened?“

Coriolanus’s mind raced to think of a proper lie. “You passed out due to dehydration and hit your head. You must be more careful.”

Bellova smiled brightly. “I will Coryo, I promise. I’m confused, though…who am I to you again? I can’t seem to recall.”

A deceivingly warm smile spread across his lips. “I’m your fiancé. We’re set to be married in the next couple years.”

“We are?” Bellova said, a look of awe on her face.

Coriolanus laughed quietly. She looked so helpless, so gullible. “Yes, we are. You’re my future bride, how could you forget that?”

Bellova took his hand when he offered it to help her stand. She giggled, stumbling forward slightly and leaning her head against his chest. “I’m a lucky girl, aren’t I? I’m going to have the most handsome husband in the Capitol.”

Coriolanus stiffly embraced her, and felt her sigh happily against him. This seemed like a hallucination, like something that simply didn’t fit within the reality that he knew.

All his life, he had harbored mixed feelings about Bellova. Sometimes he really enjoyed her company, other times he despised her more than anyone else. But after he realized that she’d been a driving factor in why he was convicted of cheating in the Games, he felt nothing but hate and contempt towards her. She was simply another Capitol brat. But she was an intelligent Capitol brat, one who possessed a mountain of damning information about him.

Simply changing her personality into something more…agreeable instead of killing her was an act of mercy.

Coriolanus allowed himself to smile. He quite liked this new version of her. She was like a toy, a mindless but pretty figurine that would bend to his every whim.

She was no longer his rival or a threat to his career.

She was a puppet, and he held all of her strings.

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sequinsmile-x · 5 months ago

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Fourth - Chapter 4 - Three Months Old

Emily and Aaron get through the newborn stage, also known as the 'fourth trimester', together.

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Hi friends,

Thank you so much for the love on this fic <3 I've enjoyed exploring the reality of having a tiny little baby with these two, and I'm so glad you've enjoyed it.

Please let me know what you think of this last part!

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Warnings: List of tags can be found on the Master List

Words: 2.7k (okay I broke my '2k or less' rule for this fic but it was bound to happen xo)

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She huffs as she steps back to look at her own reflection, swallowing thickly when she barely recognises the woman looking back at her.

The jeans were new. She’d bought them last week, Lucas asleep against her chest in the wrap that had quickly become her favourite baby item, her focus on the weight of her son against her, rather than the fact the jeans were two sizes bigger than she used to need. Aaron kept assuring her that she looked beautiful, his expression and embrace as earnest as ever in their rare moments alone, but she struggled to believe him.

When she looked in the mirror she didn’t see the sexy confident woman she had once been, the person she’d clawed back from the abyss when she got used to her body again after her injuries from Ian. Even when she was pregnant, she’d loved how she looked. The proof of her and Aaron’s love growing beneath her skin, her body changing and adapting to keep her little boy safe as she made him from scratch. Aaron had loved it too, his hand always pressed against her new curves, admiring the changes to her body in real-time.

The further away from giving birth she got, the more she was struggling with how she looked. Her body no longer felt like her own. She was nursing her little boy and unable to eat everything she wanted to, his poor tummy sensitive to an increasing list of things, and too busy and tired to even think about working out. It was impossible not to feel inadequate when she looked at JJ, when she thought of how quickly she’d bounced back, and not just physically. How from the outside it had always seemed like she had it all together.

She looks at herself from the side, grimacing as she pulls on the belt loops of the jeans, adjusting them around her hips, her critical gaze fixed on how the material gathered around her still soft belly. Emily groans as she turns so she’s facing the mirror head on again, her gaze drifting from the fit of her jeans to her hairline, one side of it noticeably, at least to her, thinner than the other.

“As if everything else isn’t bad enough my hair is falling out,” she grumbles, turning to look at Lucas sitting behind her in his bouncy chair. He smiles, his gums on proud display as he chirps at her, and she feels happiness she would have once thought impossible wash over her, “You, mister,” she says as she walks over, unbuckling him from his chair and lifting him into her arms. “Are very lucky you’re so fucking cute.” He squeals, again, and rubs his face against her chest, his tiny fingers tangling in her hair, “It’s just about time for your nap, huh?”

She almost walks straight into Aaron in the hallway, smiling as their eyes meet, his hand briefly on her hip as she slips past him, “Everyone is on their way.”

She hums at him before she blows out a breath, adjusting her hold on Lucas, “Good, that’s good.”

Dave was the one who’d brought up the idea of having a barbecue, but as the ones with the youngest child, they ended up hosting. Now it was here, the grill clean and out in the backyard, an enormous amount of burgers and hotdogs stuffed in their fridge, she felt uneasy. She loved her friends. She missed spending time with them like she once had, missed when it felt easy, but she no longer felt like that person anymore, her priorities permanently shifted.

“Em, are you okay?” Aaron asks, his brow furrowing as he steps closer, a smile flitting across his face as Lucas snuggles in deeper to Emily’s side, “If you want me to tell them we have to reschedule-”

“No, it’s okay,” she says, shaking her head as she cuts him off, “I’ll have fun when they get here. I’m just being silly.”

He leans forward and kisses her temple and then Lucas’s head before he pulls back, “You’ve never been silly a day in your life.”

She smiles, love for him blooming in her chest, the flowers of it pressing against her lungs, “You’re sweet,” she says, leaning in to kiss him, her hand on the back of Lucas’s head to protect him from getting squished between them, “I’ll be okay, I promise,” she says, kissing him one more time before she steps back, “Do I look okay?” She asks, insecurity she hadn’t felt since she was a teenage girl getting used to long limbs that came out of nowhere washing over her, “The jeans are new.”

“You look beautiful,” he says, winking at her, “Maybe if we get the baby down later I can show you how beautiful.”

They’d had sex only a couple of times since the doctor had given her the all clear. The first time had hurt and it had put them both off, his insistence that he didn’t want to ever hurt her stopping him from ever going any further than flirting and suggestive comments. She knew that was the reason but it was hard to separate it from her own feelings of self-consciousness, a cruel voice in the back of her mind telling her it was because he no longer liked what he saw either.

She smiles shyly at him and gasps in fake outrage to cover the flash of anxiety, “Mr Hotchner,” she says, rubbing her hand up and down Lucas’s back when he fusses, “I should feed Luke before he falls asleep before I have the chance.”

Aaron nods and she can feel him watch her go, his eyes fixed on her until she disappears into the nursery.

“Alright, Lukey,” she says, kissing the side of his head as she settles into the rocking chair, holding him expertly in one arm so she can undo her shirt and bra, “Let’s get you settled.”

She sighs contentedly as she nurses him, her knuckles trailing lightly over his soft hair, a smile breaking out across her face as his hand comes to rest on her breast. Impossibly tiny fingers skimming the edge of the brand mark left by a man who had once tried to claim her as his. She rocks them back and forth, listening idly as the team starts to arrive, thankfully following their instructions to knock and not ring the bell. Eventually, Lucas falls asleep, unlatching as he does so, and love for him that always seemed as big as it could get gets bigger. She rearranges her clothing and rubs Lucas’s back until he burps. She kisses his forehead and lays him down in his crib with the same care she would an active bomb and quietly leaves the room, grabbing the monitor on the way past.

She’s barely halfway down the stairs when she hears a knock on the front door, the flair of it letting her know it’s Penelope, and she walks over, almost immediately overwhelmed by her friend as she opens the door.

“Where is that precious tiny baby of yours?” Penelope asks enthusiastically as she steps past Emily into the house, barely casting a glance at her.

“Nice to see you too, Pen,” she replies sarcastically, raising her eyebrow at her friend, holding up the baby monitor in her hand and showing the grainy image of the sleeping baby in his crib, “He’s asleep.”

“Sorry, Peaches. It’s good to see you, I miss your gorgeous face at work,” she says, squeezing her in a hug for a moment before she pulls back, “Am I the last one here?”

Emily nods and links her arm through Penelope’s as they walk through the house, “I think everyone else is out back,” she says, her smile soft and relaxed in a way it never was anywhere other than right here in her home, “Aaron has the grill out. Derek, Will and Dave are probably all observing,” she chuckles, “And I’d put money on Spence playing with Jack and Henry.”

“Not a bad way to end your maternity leave.”

Emily hums, her heart stuttering in her chest at the thought of it, her skin tingling at the idea of leaving her 3-month-old in the care of someone else, “Yeah,” she chokes out, “Not bad at all.”

She was struggling with the idea of going back to work. She didn’t feel ready yet. Most days she barely felt like a person, let alone an FBI agent who had to focus to make sure she stayed safe. The idea of leaving Lucas in daycare, no matter how good a daycare it was, made her chest tight, anxiety she’d never felt before overwhelming her. She was trying not to think about it, but she knew that tactic would only get her so far, that she had to speak to her husband about her doubts about going back to work like they’d planned.

“Are those jeans new?” Penelope asks, a spark close to conspiratory in her eyes, “They look amazing.”

Emily narrows her eyes at her as they step out onto the back porch, her gaze flicking between her friend and her husband, still standing at the grill with a spatula in his hand. She crosses her arms as she looks at Penelope again.

“Did Aaron text you and tell you to say something?”

The way the other woman’s eyes go wide, no matter how briefly before she covers her reaction, tells Emily all she needs to know.

She looks back at Aaron and lovingly shakes her head at her stupid, amazing, loving man.

___

“You’re swaying again.”

She looks over at her husband, her brow furrowed as he joins her in the living room, a cup of tea in hand intended for her, “What?”

He smiles, stamping a kiss against her forehead as he passes her the tea, “You’re swaying.”

It’s only then it registers, when she realises she’s swaying on the spot, standing up needlessly in the middle of their living room even though Lucas was asleep in the bassinet upstairs on her side of the bed. She clears her throat, her cheeks as warm with embarrassment as the cup of tea against her palms.

“I didn’t even notice,” she says as she sits down, only realising how tired she is when she settles onto the couch.

“You have spent most of the last 3 months with a baby who hates standing still glued to you,” he says as he sits next to her, his arm looped around her shoulder as he tugs her to his side, “And apparently, I do it too.”

She smiles at the memory from that afternoon, how Derek had teased Aaron for swaying back and forth on the spot when he was holding a plate of burgers, holding the food with the same level of care he did their infant son. Derek had caught Emily out doing the same thing only a few minutes later, his tone teasing but the look in his eyes soft, his happiness that his friends had found peace like this after everything written across his face.

“I almost don’t know what to do when he’s sleeping,” Emily says, sipping her tea before she places it down on the table, curling into Aaron’s side, “It feels weird.”

Aaron kisses the top of her head and trails his hand up and down her arm, “How are you feeling after today? I know you were worried about it.”

She huffs out a breath and tilts her head up to look at him, “It was fine, just like I knew it would be,” she says, rolling her eyes at herself, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but ever since I had Luke I feel…not myself. Not necessarily in a bad way, but like I’m a completely different person,” she laughs wryly as she shakes her head, “That probably doesn’t any make sense. It’s not like being a mom is new to me, Jack’s called me mom for well over a year.”

“It makes sense, sweetheart,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, letting his touch linger on her cheek, “You were already a mom to Jack, but you’d never had a baby before. That’s life-changing in so many ways, and you’re doing an amazing job at being a mom to both of them,” his smile gets wider when she beams at the praise, her lips pressed together as she tries and fails to contain it, “You’ll get used to being this new you,” he kisses her, “And just know I love every version of you, no matter what.”

She bites her lip and shakes her head at him, briefly resting her forehead against his temple as she basks in his unwavering affection, something she still wasn’t entirely sure she deserved even after all this time.

“You’re a sap,” she says, pulling back to look at him, her hand on his cheek as she pulls him in for a kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says, kissing her once more before she settles back into his side. He smiles when she pulls her phone out of her pocket and taps the screen, bringing it to life so they can look at the picture she’d taken a couple of days ago of Jack and Lucas, “It’s so strange to think he’s already 3 months old.”

She hums, stroking her finger over the picture, somehow missing her son even though he was only upstairs, “It feels like no time at all and like he’s always been here all at once.”

“I know,” he kisses her temple, “I can’t believe you’ll be back at work soon.”

She tenses before she can stop it from happening, her shoulders tight in his embrace, “Yeah.”

He’s pulling back to look at her before she can even think about covering up her reaction, and when she looks up at him she knows she doesn’t want to, that she wants to talk this through with him.

“I…” she clears her throat, “I’m not sure I’m ready to go back. I don’t really want to be away from him yet, and it’s not like we need the money if I do go back,” she swallows thickly, everything she’d been thinking for weeks suddenly spilling out of her, “I’m not saying I want to never go back, I know I want to eventually, just not…now.”

He waits for her to come to a stop, nodding when he’s sure she’s done, and he places his hand on her thigh, his palm warm and heavy through her jeans, “Okay.”

She frowns, her eyebrows creasing together, “Okay? That’s it?”

He smiles and squeezes her thigh, “Em, sweetheart, I want you to do whatever is right for you. If you don’t want to go back yet, you don’t have to go back,” he smiles and rubs soothing circles on her leg, “And I think its fair to say your boss is fond of you so I don’t see him having an issue with it.”

A relieved laugh escapes her as she places her hand over his on her leg, “He’d better be fond of me,” she says, linking their fingers together, “He is my baby daddy.”

He sighs and raises his eyebrows, “Please stop calling me your baby daddy,” he deadpans, fighting a smile as she leans in to kiss him, “I’m your husband.”

She smiles into another kiss, sighing when she pulls back at the sound of Lucas crying, “Duty calls.”

“I can go.”

She shakes her head, patting his cheek before she stands up, “It’s okay, he’s probably hungry,” she leans down to kiss him, “I’ll go.”

“I’ll bring up your tea,” he says, smiling at her when she turns to look at him, already in the doorway, “And a snack.”

She smiles gratefully, her hand against the doorframe, “Thanks, honey,” she turns to leave, but stops herself, looking over at him, “Aaron?”

He looks up at her, his hair delightfully rumpled, a soft smile on his face that he’d passed on to both of their sons, “Yes, sweetheart?”

“I’m so happy you’re the person I get to do all of this with.”

He smiles, his dimples carved deep into his cheeks, his love for her, for their family, seeping out of every pore, “I’m happy you’re the person I get to do this with too.”

-x-

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Count Dooku x Dressmaker Fem Reader

One shot | 3368 words | Smut & Romance | Age Gap

A/N: Bestie @dookuswifey has a lot of big feelings about the Old Man, so I had to write here a little treat using The Prompt List.

Prompts:

11. "Spend the night with me." 28. "Each of my thoughts about you are important." 34. "I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional." 38. "I'll let you do anything if you just touch me now."

It'd been some time since you arrived in Serenno to work as a tailor. Fresh out from the University of Naboo, you caught the eye of the person in charge of looking for new personnel for the palace. They noticed the love and care you put into each of your designs and your attention to detail and immediately contacted your teacher about an open position in the palace. You didn't expect an offer like that at all, humble as you were about your craft. But the last thing you thought was that you would be serving the one and only Count Dooku.

He had been a Jedi and was a respected politician and aristocrat. Those were the things you knew about him before flying to your new planet. In his public appearances, he was always elegant and well-spoken, and maybe you thought he was actually a very attractive man. But from what you knew, you would be just one of the numerous tailors and seamstresses working for him. You probably won't meet him ever.

At your arrival, your anxiety about fitting in with the other personnel of the palace spiked, but everyone was so nice to you. Being the youngest on the staff, soon you felt welcomed and everyone tried to help you. The palace was indeed beautiful and your quarters were quite decent for a servant, with lots of natural light and a soft bed. You wondered how your working day would look while unpacking your belongings.

The next day, a protocol droid showed up at your door to walk you to your workshop. It was a huge room with lots of sewing machines. Some of your coworkers were already starting with the sewing projects they had in hand. Then the droid showed you where everything you needed was, and you could admire the fine materials you would be working with. In the centre of the room, there was a circular platform surrounded by ornate mirrors to make the fittings. Everything looked classy and expensive there, from the wood flooring to the chandelier. Finally, you were shown to your personal workstation, and the droid went through every tool there and the sewing patterns that were most used. You also noticed a huge sewing mannequin that was obviously custom-made, since it wasn't the standard men’s one. The droid gave you a notebook with a thorough compilation of measurements and sketches from the previous dressmaker. It told you they had to retire due to arthritis and you felt bad for them since they looked like an organised person who had put a lot of thought into their craft.

The droid bowed to you and excused itself after explaining everything everything you asked, and shortly you were left on your own. You introduced yourself to the seamstresses and explored a bit on your own until a different droid came to you.

"Master Dooku requests your presence in the breakfast room." Your blood froze inside your veins, absolutely not expecting that. Checking your hair in one of the mirrors, you rapidly gathered pins, measuring tape and the notebook the previous tailor left for you. But for your confusion, the droid said that such tools won't be needed. You felt like throwing up while you followed it through the quiet corridors under the morning light.

The holos didn't do him justice, it was your first thought entering the room. The was sitting with a display of various choices of breakfast, the place service being the most delicate you had ever seen. His gorgeous side profile looked godly illuminated by the morning, and you had to actively hide your admiration for your new employer. He left the holopad he was reading when he noticed you, and stood up to his full height to receive you.

"Good morning young lady, it's a pleasure to have someone of your skill joining my team." His voice was deep and he had constant eye contact with you. You thought you'd break under his gaze like one of the delicate glasses on the table.

"The pleasure is mine, Count Dooku. I'm honoured to have joined the palace staff." You didn't know how you had put together so many words, but he nodded satisfied with your answer.

"Please, sit with me and serve yourself." He indicated with a broad hand. "Coffee or tea?"

"I actually prefer hot cocoa, thank you." Your brain must had glitched, because how the hell you were commenting on your personal preferences to an aristocrat who happened to be your boss? You started to panic, but he surprised you with a belly laugh.

"Our new dressmaker has a sweet tooth." And someone in the way he said it made you feel things you shouldn't about your boss. A droid appeared with a actual pot of fresh hot cocoa for you and you thanked it thoroughly, enjoying the warm beverage in silence while your heart was beating like a crazy horse.

"Now that we've eaten, let's talk about your job requirements." He said after finishing his breakfast, cleaning his moustache with a cloth napkin. You listened attentively while he communicated to you his main preferences and necessities regarding his wardrobe. You couldn't stop wondering about why his valet wasn't the person meeting you for this, but maybe Count Dooku was the kind of man that wanted to attend to all his business personally. He definitely looked like that.

He needed a new cape, three tunics and a special outfit for the upcoming Life Day gala, so you will be busy. He told you that he trusted your fabric choices and that you would be able to comment with his valet his preferred silhouettes and the dress code of the gala.

"Let me walk you to the workshop." He offered after both of you were down commenting on the specifics of your job. In your stroll until there, he commented on some architectural facts that you found really interesting.

"Again, it's a pleasure to have such a skilled young woman as my personal dressmaker." You had been guessing it by now, but he had made it clear. Anyone had told you before accepting the job there you'll be his personal tailor. Maybe they thought that you could be intimidated by it, you couldn't know.

"The pleasure is mine sir, I hope my work fulfils your likes and needs." You responded politely in a small voice. Then to your surprise, Count Dooku kissed your hand as a farewell, and left you at the door in a twirl of his cape.

What had just happened? and why was your heart beating that fast?

The first fitting

You had busted your ass to create something incredible to Count Dooku and now the first fiting was here. You haven't seen him since your breakfast together, but maybe it was for the better. The man had the capacity to make you feel weak on the knees and you needed a cold head to fulfil this project. The reality was that you recalled that first encounter every day, sighing like a teenager and imagining the big mannequin was him. Pathetic, you thought.

But the day arrived and he was there in his full glory. The other tailors and seamstress were on their time off and it was just the two of you. He smiled widely at your sight and then stepped on the room. You first showed him the cape and the tunics, the less complicated projects, and he was delighted with your progress.

"You're working at an amazing pace young lady, I hope you're not overdoing it though." He commented, a frown of worry adorning his forehead. You laughed tired, it was true you had been working extra hard.

"Don't worry about me sir, my only goal is to have your suit in time, the rest is important."

"Each of my thoughts about you are important," he responded in a commanding, but gentle voice. You stopped what you were doing absolutely stunned. You knew you shouldn't be looking at him like that but you had turned to stone. He then cleared his throat. "What I mean is that I care for your well-being and I wouldn't want you overworking yourself." His clarification didn't make much to stop your crazy heart and you didn't know how to act now.

"That's very kind of you, sir." You responded submissively, not looking at him in the eye. His presence was everywhere, but it was only going to get worse. Your throat was dry. "Could you try your suit now sir?" Your petition came in the smallest voice, but he nodded and went up the fitting platform obediently.

You were actively trying not to touch him too much, but Maker, you were his tailor. From the expanse of his chest to his strong arms you started to learn every part of his clothed body so well. You could see your reflection and your cheekbones were burning. He now was silent and observed you working around. The platform made you even tinier next to him, and that was exactly how you felt.

"Do you like it, sir?" You asked shyly after the full suit was finally on display over his broad body.

"Is perfect dear," he responded turning around to admire your design. By now all your face was a violent red, but it became even worse "Good job." Just the two words of praise made you melt and you were sure right now he had noticed.

"I'm happy to serve you in any way I can, sir," you responded, and you'd swear you saw his gaze darkening for a moment.

"I'll just need you to adjust the design to be able to hang my sabre, if that is okay." He asked with a deeper voice than before.

"Of course! Just tell me where." You responded, eager to improve your design to his needs. To fulfil the strong need you felt to please this man.

What happened next just made your brain glitch. Dooku grabbed your hand and slowly, positioned it in the part of his hip where he preferred his lightsaber to be. Your mouth went dry.

"There." He indicated, and you nodded flustered, running to make annotations to position the holster. Your hand burnt.

While you did so, he redressed and your firing session was over.

"I can have the design change in one week."

"Don't overwork yourself though." He was adjusting his cape but wasn't getting it well so you helped with it standing on your tippy toes.

"Thanks, dear," his gaze was fixated on you, between his lashes his pupils won't stop registering your little hands going over the cape clasp.

Ready to go sir, is there something more you need?" Your big doe eyes are so eager to help that you have been messing with Count Dookz that's the only explanation to his petition.

"Spend the night with me," he blurted and you opened your mouth in disbelief. Had you heard wrong? "I mean, the gala, would you accompany me, miss?" He clarified, and you sighed in relief because it couldn't be what you first thought.

"I can't see how you would want to be accompanied by a plain dressmaker sir, even though I'll accompany you if that's your wish." You responded in your most diplomatic way, trying to not scream internally. "Nevertheless, I don't have a gown to wear to such an event." Your pout made Dooku's heart shiver and that's the only explanation for why he caressed your cheek next for a brief moment.

"Don't worry about that, darling." And after kissing your hand like he did the first time, he disappeared followed by his cape.

You had to take the rest of your day free to assimilate what had just happened between both of you.

The second fitting

To say you were nervous was the understatement of the cycle. As expected, you didn’t listen to him and busted your ass to create the perfect suit. That day, you even did your hair in a fancier updo and put your favourite dress on. Both of you had been coinciding briefly here and there, but in the end, you were staff so your routines were so different. He’d always smile at you during those encounters and even stop a moment even though he had important meetings to attend.

You were daydreaming looking through your room’s window, thinking about your next fitting session with him, when you saw it. You knew he had been a Jedi and you talked about his sabre, but you didn’t actually think he engaged in combat. That was until that day, your jaw dropped at the sight of Count Dooku training in the gardens with the sabre. The vision was magnetic. He looked so agile and strong going through the different feints he was practising. You noticed he was wearing one of the tunics you had designed for him. The garment fit him like a glove. You were mesmerized by the sight until you noticed he had stopped working out. And he was looking in your direction. It was impossible that he could see you in this distance but you felt weird, like he was just there with you. With your heartbeat spiking, you moved away from the window and continued preparing yourself for the day.

It was still soon in the morning when the protocol droid announced that Coun Dooku would be coming for his second fitting session that afternoon. You swallowed hard, eager to have a private moment with him again and even realized your perfume. A part of you felt silly because why an aristocrat would want to mess with you? But on the other hand, under his gaze, it was the first time you had felt truly seen. And then it was that strange moment this morning. You didn’t want to give it more thought, but it had felt weirdly intimate.

The afternoon arrived and your coworkers left and you started getting more and more nervous until the door finally opened.

“It’s nice to see you again young lady.” He had changed from the tunic you saw him with this morning and smelled incredible. You stood immediately and bowed in respect, but your hands were already trembling slightly.

“Welcome to the workshop sir. Shall we start the fitting?” He then eyed you from head to toe lazily, not moving an inch from where he was standing. The thing was that you were eager to have your hands all over him, even though it was supposed to be in a professional way.

“I can’t wait,” he responded in a raspy voice, and you wondered for one second if he was waiting for you to touch him too, but rapidly discarded that thought. This was strictly a professional physical touch and Count Dooku was just being nice. He went up the round platform and you rushed to get the suit and the pins. But this time, he wasn’t undressing and you looked at him quizically for a moment.

“Would you allow me, sir?” You asked, pointing at his cape, and he nodded. On your tiptoes, you found the clasp, and with the corner of your eye, you saw the reflection of you both and thought how good you looked together.

“Have you thought about my invitation, dear?” He asked as if he could read your mind. Moving away, you folded carefully the heavy cape and put it on a chair.

“I don’t have anything to wear to an event like that,” you responded carefully, turning again to face him.

“I’ll have the most beautiful dress crafted for you, sweet girl.”

Your eyes opened widely and your head started spiralling. Did he really want to bring you to the Gala as his companion? Why? You were a girl from a good Nabooian family, but nothing worthy of an aristocrat like him. While your brain was working on overdrive, he had been removing his tunic and was now only in a high-neck undershirt. You swallowed hard and it took all the self-restraint in yourself to not look at him like the eye candy he was.

“Why me?” You asked finally, your gaze fixated on your task of helping him with his new tunic. It fitted him perfectly, and you would be proud if it wasn't for the incessant pounding of your heart. Next, you went to grab the new belt to close his tunic and hang the lightsaber, trying to remain professional at all times. You offered it to him, but he just lifted his arms, indicating that he wanted you to put it.

“You have caught my eye, little lady.” You blushed incapable of looking at him. It wasn’t anything you already knew, but hearing it was a different deal.

“Can I put your belt now, sir?” You asked approximating him, feeling hotter and hotter. Count Dooku leaned over your shoulder and you felt his hot breath when he spoke.

"I'll let you do anything if you just touch me now." You actually squeaked at his words. Your eyes finally met his and they were dark and inviting, but you had a job to do. Putting your arms around his waist, you adjusted the new belt, but this time you didn’t avoid touching him but the contrary. Then, with trembling hands, you adjusted the tunic around it. Your hands started to travel to his ample chest and you looked at him in search of reassurance. He was looking at you with his mouth agape, eyes semi-opened and the most adoring look. It was the yes you needed before letting your hands roam through the expanse of his chest and shoulders. It was adorable how he let a deep sigh leave his lips as if he had been waiting for this as much as you. His desire fueled yours and made you feel bold, hands travelling south to the new belt again.

“I think everything fits well sir, do you feel comfortable?” You asked, keeping the illusion of professionalism. “Is the belt appropriate for your lightsaber?” With doe eyes, you looked at him while tugging at the belt casually, when you noticed how hard he was and your jaw dropped.

“To be honest, my pants are feeling a bit tight miss.” He purred and your mouth went completely dry.

“Let me fix that for you, sir,” and you actually put the little act of pretending you were adjusting his pants, even dropping to your knees. You could see his Adam’s apple move when he swallowed, his gaze not leaving yours for a moment. “I think I’ve found the problem,” you cooed and slowly stood up again caressing his outer thighs while doing it.

“Oh, yeah? And was is it dearn?”

You tilted your head and looked through your long lashes coquettish. Your little hands travelled again to find the waistband of his pants. Maker, he was even harder.

“The problem is…” You started tracing patterns with your thumbs over his hipbones. "I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional, Mr Dooku."

Your boss groaned and all hell broke loose. In a moment, he had manhandled you into the ample pattern table. He was nestled between your tights, your skirt hiked up and he looked so manly while needy over you.

“Is this what you want, little one?” He asked while kissing that soft spot behind your ear.

“Yes, oh yes, sir.·

Thanks to the Maker, the old piece of furniture was sturdy enough to endure the rest of the passionate fitting session.

You ended up accompanying Count Dooku to the Life Day gala, both of you looking radiant together in your tailor-made garments. All the eyes were on you, but you only could see the gorgeous man who was holding your arm the entire soiree. When the first notes of music started, he was fast to bow and ask you a dance, and you complied happily. That was only the first of the many events you would attend together. For every one of them, you would design the most amazing suit and he would gift you the prettiest gown. Everyone would talk behind your back, but the thing was you only had eyes for each other.

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