#beautiful handsome husband to be hhhh

[cosmic-ships]

Evil feral man. Want to grab him by the front of his shirt and kiss the hell outta him ♡

[saintobio]

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love, always. (5)

↳ oikawa tooru x f!reader

description: 3 years since the accident and you’ve regained most of your memories back, but there’s still one missing puzzle piece that only your boyfriend’s best friend can complete. the question is, will you let him?

genre: angst, past lovers, amnesia

warnings: mentions of alcohol/intoxication

a/n: it’s oikawa simp hours for me hhhh hope u guys enjoy this one.

masterlist

flashback - wedding reception

At some point, you could tell that most people have probably gotten sick of you and your boyfriend looking at each other like there was no tomorrow.

How could you help it, though?

He just looked so damn handsome in a suit and tie with his silver specs on. He truly embodied the word ‘sophisticated’ like it was made for him. Also adding the fact that he turned heads wherever he went and it was mostly girls your age who would send him lingering looks. Honestly, if you had the chance, you wanted to keep him all for yourself.

He, on the other hand, was claiming how you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life and that he was happy to show you off.

Ridiculous, but sweet. You knew he only said that so you wouldn’t get jealous of the attention he was receiving from the other girls.

“This love has taken its toll on me,” he mouthed the lyrics to Love This by Maroon 5 as you two grooved to the booming music on the dance floor.

“She said goodbye,” you sang along, swaying your hips to the beat. “Too many times before!”

He twirled you around while you laughed, almost tripping from your heels until he gracefully caught you.

“Her heart is breaking in front of me,” he continued singing, pressing your foreheads together with a grin.

You two didn’t care about anything and anyone else—it was like you had the world to yourselves and everyone else were just mere background. In the first place, you believed other things didn’t matter as long as you had Tooru around. The guy always brought out the best in you and you wanted no one else in this whole vast universe but him.

Through the night, the newlywed couple later found themselves dancing next to you.

“Aww,” your sister, Karina, nudged you teasingly. Her husband Kenji was holding her by the waist. “You guys make me think you got married instead of us.”

Tooru sent you a flirty wink. “Maybe soon.”

You let out a giggle. “Propose to me first!”

“Ooh. You heard her,” Kenji encouraged, patting your boyfriend’s back.

Oikawa puffed out his cheeks and exhaled. “Jeez, the pressure is on.”

His expression made you squeeze his cheeks like a baby. You absolutely adored his humor and just how easily he could get along with anyone. It was no surprise to see why people seem to be fond of him easily, despite you initially disliking him, because Tooru was actually a very fun guy the more you get to know him. Everyone always found a way to like this man.

Well, except your dad.

Which reminded you of something so you suddenly turned to Karina. “Did dad even reconcile with Kenji prior to the wedding?”

Kenji gave you a reassuring smile. “We did talk a little. He‘s becoming a lot nicer these days.”

“Oh, that’s good, I guess.” You sighed in relief.

The reason for you asking was because Karina got pregnant straight out of college which obviously infuriated your father because he insisted that she wasted her pre-law degree only to end up as a housewife.

The only thing that put him at ease was the fact that Kenji also came from a family of lawyers so he considered that they would be ‘useful’ in the future.

But basically, this was still a shotgun wedding before Karina’s pregnant belly becomes more evident because your precious daddy couldn’t let her eldest daughter be called names by your judgmental relatives. That was Asian culture for you.

Still. For fuck’s sake, it was the 21st century. It wasn’t like she was underaged—she was a woman in her early 20’s and most people actually start settling down at her age.

“Congrats and enjoy the night guys!” Oikawa said his wishes for the newlyweds before you two excused yourselves off the dance floor.

He took your gentle hand and brought you with him to a direction you weren’t familiar with.

“Babe, where we goin’?” you inquired.

He placed a light kiss on your hand. “There’s this awesome place I want you to see.”

“Sounds exciting.”

“It’s kinda a restricted area,” he whispered, showing his infamous smirk.

You poked his cheek. “Take me.”

It turned out that the ‘awesome place’ as labeled by Tooru Oikawa was up the rooftop where you could see the gorgeous Matsushima Bay. Of course, you couldn’t see much at night but you could see the bay through the faint lights from the area that surrounded it.

“What a view!” you squeled in utter delight, racing towards the edge of the rooftop. “What’s with you and water?”

“Turquoise is my color for a reason.”

Soon after, he wrapped his arms around your waist while planting a loving kiss on your temple. The night was cold but you felt warm from his touch.

Nothing else was going through your head except the thought of your boyfriend. You were literally head empty, just full of thoughts of this guy. Just the thought of a future with him, you, and the life ahead of you two.

There were so many paths to take for the ‘future’, but you were certain that you were going to be in the path that leads to him.

“I really think we could do it,” you spoke your thoughts, tilting your face towards him. “Like, we can just runaway together.”

His gaze met yours. “What do you mean?”

You turned around to look at his face better. “I don’t have to go to law school. I just wanna be with you. We can start a new life after we graduate next month and just figure it out together.”

“Babe.” He gently ran his thumb over your cheek. “Love those very realistic ideas. Keep them coming.”

You retaliated with a playful punch on his shoulder. “I’m serious!”

“Aah—I know, baby. Go on.”

“So, like, we can get married and... shit, I don’t know. Be spontaneous and free,” you explained in growing excitement. “It’s amazing how you introduced me to this kind of life, you know? I learned to appreciate how fun it is to actually just live free and to just do what I want without anyone telling me this and that. I don’t feel suffocated when I’m with you.”

Tooru had a hesitant look on his face but still seemed like he was seriously reconsidering it. “I haven’t figured out what I’m gonna do after high school.”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “But, baby, we can figure it out together! Just you and me. Maybe you’ll continue playing volleyball and I swear to the heavens that I’ll be there to support you.”

He sighed, pulling you closer, eyes gleaming under the moonlight as he stared at you. “You really, truly, from the bottom of your heart, think we can do it?”

You nodded without a hint of reluctance. “Yes. I trust my life with you.”

The smile on his face was priceless and it was a smile you couldn’t ever forget, like a clear photograph from your memory that would stay with you until the day you die. He showed you how ecstatic he was to hear those sincere words from you because never did he think that he would have someone that would trust their life with him.

“I’m glad you think that.”

In a haste move, he pulled you for a soft yet passionate kiss that gave you the feeling of love and content.

“Let’s do it,” he said as he pulled away.

You were about to squeal out of joy until a stranger’s voice interrupted your sweet moment.

“Hey! This is a restricted area!”

You both turned to see the caretaker lighting his flashlight in your direction.

“Oh, shit.”

“Oops,” you mumbled. Since the situation called for an urgent retreat, Tooru grabbed your hand and got you both to escape the old man’s line of sight.

You two ran and ran and ran—laughing and filling yourselves with the adrenaline rush until you made it back to the pathway leading to the reception hall.

And by surprise, you halted to a sudden stop the exact moment your father appeared in front of you.

You swiftly fixed your hair and flattened the crease on your dress while you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t miss your father’s scrutinizing gaze—from the messy lipstick on your mouth to the red tint on Tooru’s lips.

“Dad,” you quietly spoke.

Oikawa politely bowed at him.

Your father kept his sanity intact by drinking from the glass of scotch on his hand while fixing a cold stare towards your boyfriend. “It seems that you’re always finding a way to mess around, making my daughter run around like a fool to accompany you with your childish antics. You know I’m gonna have to ground her if she keeps seeing a stupid boy like you.”

“Dad!” you hissed. You were taken aback, unable to believe he was saying all that.

However, Tooru simply returned a courteous smile. “No disrespect, sir, I know nothing about parenting 101 but it looks like you don’t even know your daughter enough.”

Your dad put down his glass and narrowed his stare at your boyfriend. “You have guts, I tell you that. You’re too proud for a guy who hasn’t figured out his pathetic life. What future can you even give her with all that worthless pride?”

“Unfortunately, the future isn’t something we can easily predict.” He looked at your father, unfazed. “But even if the future is unpredictable, I’ll try my very best to make her feel like she won at life for choosing me. So... don’t ever forget my worthless pride.”

Your father kept his menacing stare at him while you squeezed Tooru’s hand in appreciation. It was amazing how he could keep a brave face on and defend himself in front of a man who worked for one of the largest law firms in Japan.

“I’m sending her to America,” your dad announced. “She’s going to study law and—”

“I’m not going to America, dad!” you protested through heavy breathing.

Tooru intertwined your hands tightly. “You can send her wherever you want. That’s out of my control.” He looked at your confused eyes with his own assurance. “But you can’t stop me from following her, right?”

You were left in daze at his words.

It was his way of declaring that he would never give you up because nothing could ever break you two apart. Not even your dad, your mom, or even God himself.

In his world and in yours, only the two of you mattered and you feared that you liked that idea way more than you should.

———————————————————————

You never expected that the beach would be Oikawa’s choice for the group’s weekend getaway. Because it was his birthday, he decided to hold his celebration by renting a beach house with his closest friends from high school.

There wasn’t a lot of ‘close friends’—just the addition of Matsukawa and Hanamaki aside from you and Iwa (and of course, Mina).

Those four guys have spent their high school life playing in the same team so they were very much familiar with each other’s personalities. Sadly, you didn’t remember much of your memories with Mattsun and Makki but you did recall going to school with them.

“If I had the chance to erase my memories, I’d wish I didn’t remember Oikawa too,” Hanamaki claimed as he sat on a folding chair.

Oikawa was fast to kick him. “Makki! Can you shut up for a second?”

You suppressed a chuckle, situating yourself on the beach towel that you’ve neatly placed on the sand.

Hanamaki didn’t argue back for the birthday boy’s sake. Instead, he relaxed on his seat while putting his sunglasses on.

“I’m gonna go get a drink, anyone want one?” Tooru asked and soon gained lots of yes-es from the two guys.

“I want beer,” Matsukawa requested which was followed by Makki’s “Me, too.”

“Fuck this. Am I your servant?”

Still, Oikawa left the beach side and headed back to the house to get whatever refreshment he could get. He happened to have met with Iwa on the way back who spoke a few words with him before your boyfriend made his way to you.

“Hey, sexy. Are you gonna swim?” Iwaizumi asked, taking off his shirt and placing it next to you. You could tell he was looking forward to go and take a nice dip at the ocean.

You nodded, adjusting your bikini top. “Yeah, probably in a bit. I think I left my sunscreen at our room.”

“Want me to get it?” he kindly offered.

To which you rejected. “No, it’s fine. I’ll get it,” you said, getting up to leave. “You can go swim first, babe.”

“Alright, come back quick.”

Mattsun then came to drag Iwa with him. “It’s time to swim Cali boy. She’s not gonna leave.”

You smiled at the two before heading your way back to the beach house.

The first thing you saw when you reached the place was Oikawa rummaging through the chest fridge. He didn’t seem to have noticed you because he kept humming to this familiar melody.

It's not over tonight

Just give me one more chance to make it right

I may not make it through the night

I won't go home without you

Your heart raced.

“You love Maroon 5,” you spoke your thoughts.

He turned to look at you. “Hm?”

“You love Maroon 5,” it sounded like a statement more than a question. “I-I don’t know but something tells me you like them...”

He stood straight with wide eyes. “I do.”

You honestly thought Oikawa becoming suddenly distant the other day was just because of his bad mood but he looked like he was still contemplating about talking to you.

The odd thing was, you wondered why it bothered you so much.

“Tooru,” you called for his attention. “Are you avoiding me?”

He got out his trance and gave you a casual but insincere smile. “Why would I?”

“I don’t know. You just seem so—” you trailed off when his eyes landed on your gold necklace.

His gaze lingered on it. “That looks nice,” he commented.

Your fingers clutched the infinity charm. “Oh, I found this in my old jewelry box. I don’t know where I got it but it’s really beautiful.”

“Maybe someone gave it to you?” he casually asked, turning around so you couldn’t see his face anymore.

However, you were distracted by the muscles on his back that he was unknowingly flexing. God forbid your thoughts because you found him really sexy.

You shrugged, shaking your unacceptable thoughts away. “I guess so. I wish I remember.”

“Hey!” Mina came skipping out of the room in her cute pink bikini. “Were you guys waiting for me?”

Her sudden appearance made you avert your eyes away from Tooru at the same time he cleared his throat and did the same.

“I was actually just about to get my sunscreen,” you explained, suddenly panicking because you weren’t planning to stay that long.

She beamed at you while waving her sunscreen. “Oh, don’t worry I have one you can use.”

“Right.”

In an instant, Mina looped her arm around yours and pulled you towards the beach as Tooru followed behind.

All the while, Tooru kept exchanging glances with you every now and then—even after you’ve reunited with the rest of the guys, even when your boyfriend held you in his arms, even when Mina was sitting on his lap—his eyes always seemed to find a way to return back to you.

———————————————————————

The rest of the day went well. You guys enjoyed basking in the afternoon sun with all the swimming and sunbathing and at one point, the guys threw the birthday boy to the ocean while he was screaming like a child.

You also had a few chitchat with Mina who told you stories of her life in Argentina and how she was actually a teacher for a Japanese school there. She happened to have met Oikawa because they practically lived next to each other and he would often greet her.

When nighttime came, the guys decided to drown themselves in alcohol and play a few rounds of truth and dare so you all formed a circle at the patio with a bottle spinning in the middle.

The very lucky person who was up to take the first challenge was, surprisingly, your boyfriend.

“Hajime, truth or dare,” Makki asked, urging your boyfriend to drink from his red cup. They’ve already drank a couple of drinks prior to the game so you knew that they were already tipsy. You and Mina have decided to stay sober in case everything becomes a mess after this night.

Iwa took the shot before instinctively placing a hand on your thigh. “Dare.”

“Iwa-chan, I dare you to say I’m the most handsome guy you’ve ever met.” Oikawa grinned at him in mischief. He was seated right across you so could see his face clearly.

“You’re so shitty,” Iwaizumi mumbled. “Oikawa is the most handsome guy I’ve ever met.”

“Iwa-chan!” Tooru was jokingly reaching to hug your boyfriend who then rejected his advances. Their love-hate friendship was honestly just so quirky and adorable.

Mattsun snorted at Oikawa. “You really are a simpleton.”

The next bottle ended up with Makki who was dared by Oikawa to take off all of his clothes and keep his boxers on. Makki was claiming that he never would have done it without Tooru’s birthday privilege.

For the third spin, Mattsun picked truth and Oikawa was mocking the guy for being a ‘pussy’.

“I choose truth ‘cause I never lie,” Mattsun told him.

Oikawa sipped from his cup. “Fine. Crucial question: do you look at your shit before you flush it?”

“Fuck you.”

You were laughing the whole time because the game was becoming more and more ridiculous—well, until the next bottle ended up on you.

“I’ll take the shot. She can’t drink,” Iwa insisted, grabbing the cup from you and drinking all of the vodka mix on your behalf.

Even if you chose not to drink, you could still play. “I’ll choose dare.”

Weirdly, everyone turned to Oikawa to call the dare and he was caught off guard, obviously unprepared to think of a dare for you.

“I don’t know...” Tooru scratched the back of his head and Mina was nudging him to think quickly. His eyes found its way back to you with a careful but longing gaze. “I dare you to—”

He didn’t get the chance to continue because Makki suddenly threw up on the floor.

———————————————————————

As expected, you and Mina took care of the cleaning because the guys did make a mess. After Makki’s vomiting moment, the three other guys continued drinking until they all ended up too intoxicated to function.

“I’ll take him to bed,” you told Mina, getting a drunk Iwa to hold on to your shoulder. “He’s never had this much alcohol before.”

Mina quickly nodded. “Sure, you guys need to rest. I’ll also head to bed soon after cleaning this up.”

You turned around to look for Oikawa who seemed to be dragging Mattsun and Makki to their rooms.

“Makki, get your hands off me!” You heard Oikawa complain from a distance causing you to chuckle lightly.

Although you struggled to take Hajime to your room, you still thankfully managed to get him to lay in bed. His body was sprawled on the mattress and you took a moment to catch your breath while you sat at the edge of the bed.

“Jesus,” you muttered, exhaling a heavy breath. “You’re so heavy, you know?”

You caressed his cheek but he was barely sober to even respond. You soon tried to unbutton his shirt so he could sleep comfortably, however he caught your wrist.

“B-Babe... I-I can’t have sex right now.”

You kept yourself from laughing. “Dumbass, I’m just unbuttoning your shirt so you can breathe.”

It was hard labor, but you eventually got him to undress and he later stirred from his position so he could lay on his stomach.

“Hey...” he slurred, eyes barely open.

There was a loving smile on your face as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Yes?”

“Do you... Do you see the way Oikawa looks at you?” He let out a painful laugh. “And... The way you look at h-him... I’ve seen it before...”

The smile on your face quickly faded.

“Hajime, don’t say stupid things,” you responded in hard refusal.

“It’s not stupid... Y-You know who’s stupid?” he blabbered. “Me! Heh... I’m fucking stupid.”

You didn’t know where this was coming from but thinking about it was giving you a multitude of emotions at once. These emotions felt like waves of overwhelming feelings with no certain direction. You wished you could ask what he meant but you were starting to feel some pain on your head and you knew it was best not to stress yourself.

“Go to sleep,” you said, kissing him softly on the cheek and pulling the covers over him. “I’ll just get some water.”

The lights were already turned off when you headed to the kitchen but you didn’t bother opening them because you were busy rubbing the back of your head to ease the pain. The last time you had this much pain was during one of your early therapy sessions where you had to undergo a series of mental assessments.

With a loud exhausted sigh, you went to open the fridge and get yourself a bottle of water.

“Everything okay?”

You jumped out of surprise to see Oikawa’s figure looming behind you.

“H-Hey,” you exhaled a nervous laugh. “You scared me.”

He also grabbed a bottle of water from behind, chugging the liquid while keeping an eye on you.

“You don’t look okay,” he noted. “Are you in pain?”

You shook your head and walked towards the kitchen counter. “I’m fine. It’s probably from carrying Iwa.”

Just like the guys, Tooru had a few drinks too and yet he was looking pretty sober right now. Probably tipsy, but he was still thinking straight.

Though when he moved closer to you, you started to feel anxious. The proximity between you and him was causing your heart to accelerate as if it was going to burst.

You remembered Iwa’s words just a few minutes ago when he pointed out how Oikawa looked at you. It must have been bad that your boyfriend pointed out the way you and his best friend were looking at each other like there was a deep connection going on.

“Tooru, you should probably—”

Another sharp pain on your head caused you to wince.

“Shit, you’re not okay,” he said, reaching to place a hand on your head. “How painful is it?”

You swallowed hard upon realizing that he was now standing just a few inches from you. Despite the pain on your head, his distracting presence made it lessen a bit.

“Here?” he asked, rubbing the back of your head.

You simply nodded, eyes once again never leaving each other. There must be some kind of explanation to the intense emotions you were feeling for him right now.

Because you couldn’t seem to think properly.

All you knew was that you were feeling attached to a guy you shared no old memories with.

“Tooru...”

His face was so close that you could smell his minty breath. He was taking a good look on your face while getting drowned in his own abyss of thoughts. At that moment, you wished you had the ability to read minds because you wanted to explore his deepest thoughts.

“Mm?”

“This isn’t right.”

“I know.”

The hand that was rubbing your head was now on your cheek, gently caressing you.

Both of you were breathing heavily.

Then he had his forehead pressed against yours and you placed a hand on his chest while forcing yourself to think straight.

But it was too late.

Because when his lips brushed against yours, you didn’t get to stop him when he fully kissed you.

Your initial reaction was to pull away and look at him with wide eyes. “Tooru, what are you doing?”

“I...” He blinked through his shiny eyes. “I can’t help it.”

Yet none of you moved away. In fact, when he kissed you again, your body started moving on its own and you were shamelessly kissing him back. You were letting him devour you with his passionate kisses like you’ve wanted it, too.

You were fully sober but his kisses were beyond intoxicating. It was full of yearning and desire and other nostalgic emotions that you couldn’t explain. His lips were soft and sweet like honey—the sound of your kissing gave you these intense butterflies.

The way his lips moved against yours made it look like you two have been doing this many times before.

This was fucking wrong.

He was your boyfriend’s best friend.

You pushed him off, “Tooru, w-we can’t.”

As you were looking at him with eyes full of regret, you caught sight of another figure standing from the corner who looked at you two with great inexplicable pain.

“Mina...”

[minkmousesworld]

My heart- yess ;;; I'm so weak for yanderes, especially soft ones! like how dare they be so beautiful/handsome while being so adorable and a baby that I must definitely stay and take care of! ;;;; It's not faiiirrr! Kitsune Tanjiro has taken my heart and Reader's too!

Lovely kitsune Tanjiro would be so happy and thrill to live in a safe environment with Reader. But what if the people be so bad ;;; Tanjiro cannot live in a bad environment, their future pups and marriage would be in jeopardy! He cannot allow it.

Jsskks- I can see lovely kistune Tanjiro, who just recently revealed him, just gently cooing as he cups lovely Reader's face. Happily and softly speaking that they don't have to worry about anything but him and their future pups ;;;; jsksks- I'm too weaakkkk-

- kitsune anon

Hhhhhh,,,, my yandere type </333

I love your ideas but hhhh... I can only create dark ones </3

cw interspecies relationship, unhealthy behaviour / yandere, delusional thinking, mention of forced transformation

DARLING

Tanjirou, who curls up on your chest, gently purring that you are so adorable and he is so glad that he found you,,, gently stroking you, trying to calm you down so that you don't try to resist,,, whispers that he is very sorry, but he can't let you leave him!!! you are just a fragile human — he needs to make sure that you will always be with him.

no, don't make that face! he's sorry too! he's a good boy! he wants the best for you! he just cares about you and your love! he can't let you leave him — you're the only one he wants to have puppies with! don't you want to have puppies with him? didn't you say that you would take care of him and become his family so that he wouldn't be lonely? he will be a good husband!

maybe he's not human, but that doesn't mean he's worse! he promises that he will take care of you and make you the happiest in the world. you will have the best — the best husband, the best puppies, the best house and the best family! you just need to accept it. you won't regret it. just let him kiss you — and you will become the strongest family that will have a lot of puppies and the best present and future.

he coos, kissing your face, gently touching everything except your lips with warm lips, gently wagging his tail to stroke you. you are the most precious thing in his life — he just needs your permission so that you can be happy together. resistance won't help you. but if you kiss him, everything will be as before.

but you know that if you kiss him, you will give up your past life.

Listen, but Tanjirou, who, except for his huge fixation on you, behaves like a precious baby? You gently squeeze his cheeks and stroke his hair, which makes him blush, loving your touch. He is so touch starved after years of loneliness that he almost trembles with delight when you touch him and are gentle with him.

Or when he reveals himself to you at night, but tries to keep you so that you don't run away — however, you just smile and stroke him, saying that he shouldn't be ashamed to be who he was, even if you know a lot of stories about kitsune that seduced people and ripped out their hearts or livers. But you know that Tanjirou is not like that.

Your Tanjirou is gentle and caring, looking with timid joy at how you play with the neighborhood children, or snuggling up to you in the evenings, wrapped in a blanket, looking for your warmth and trying to warm you when it gets cool. And although he is hot as a small stove, he snuggles up to you, as if he needs your touch so as not to freeze. With quiet, careful breathing, gently humming, trying to convince you to sleep next to him while he watches you sleep. He is soft and gentle — inside and out — and cries a little from emotions, which makes him look even softer and defenseless in your hands.

Or when he feels, he knows that people won't let you be together. Even if he is cute and they like him, he is an outsider, and this stigma will be with him for the rest of his life. You were a villager — it's natural that they wouldn't approve of your marriage... But Tanjirou knows that if the initiation ritual takes place, then his real essence will be revealed and even the haze of your ghostly married happiness will disappear.

No. No. No.

He won't let that happen.

But he knows that you are too responsible, too attached — he does not want to quarrel, but he is afraid that you will prefer them over him. That you, being a warm, fragile human, want to be together with another human-person and want to disappear together with your other spouse, like two butterflies on fire.

But he can't let that happen. You promised him. You said that you would only love him, even though he is a kitsune.

"A human and a kitsune cannot be together"?

In the end, he has no choice but to change you if he does not have the opportunity to give up his eternal life and be with you as a human...

[nala-raines]

NSFW Alphabet with Adrian Raines

Pairing: Adrian Raines/Nala Raines (MC)

Rating: NSFW

Author's note: I’ve seen two of these, one disappeared, the other was a partial. So I wanted to give it a shot. This whole thing would happen after they get married and in a universe where both Lily and Jax are alive. And this is INSANELY long, and I’m both sorry and not sorry for that. At least it’s entertaining (I hope).

Adrian and I have been on vacation for three days, we needed time to be a normal-ish married couple, and not a Senator and a Senator’s wife. I woke up and realized that Adrian wasn’t next to me, but I quickly found a note saying, ‘Good morning Love. don’t worry, if I’m not back when you wake up, I’m just making My Beloved Wife breakfast in bed. I love you, Beautiful.’ I smile wide and say, “I love you, Honey.” This is the second time we’ve done this (and he’s been working in the Senate for nine months). When it’s just us, he likes making me food, and being nothing but my loving husband.

I pull the comforter closer to my chest, with every intention of going back to sleep, until Adrian gets back, but my phone starts going off. I turn and grab my phone, seeing a text from Lily. I unlocked my phone, and read her text, ‘I saw this and thought of you guys. Have fun.’ 

Confused, I click on the link ‘NSFW Alphabet’. “Lily! Why did you send me this?” 

“Why did Lily send you what?”

I turn and see Adrian holding a tray of my favorite breakfast foods, smiling warmly, and lovingly. “Good morning, Handsome.” I tell him, reflecting his smile.

“Good morning, Beautiful.” Adrian tells me, setting the tray on my end table and proceeding to kiss me sweetly. I feel myself calming down instantly, as he cups my cheek in one hand, and holds my waist with the other. He pulls back slightly, sits right next to me, “Now, what did Lily send you that made you so upset?” He asks me calmly.

“Lily… She… hhhh.” I sighed at the end, embarrassed at what she had sent, so I tilt my head down. Adrian and I have always been able to talk about sex openly, even when we first started dating. I was curious and he didn’t mind answering my questions, even though I didn’t want to do it yet. He just put his hand under my chin, gently lifting my head up, to look me in the eye.

He speaks softly, “You know you can tell me anything, ask me anything, I will never judge you. So, if you want to, please tell me what’s bothering you.” I smile at that, grab my phone, and email myself the link Lily had sent me. Use my tablet to pull up the link, and show him,

“She sent me a ‘sex survey’.” 

“Oh my...” He says both shocked and amused. He looks back at me and a smile appears on his face, “And you want to read through it, don’t you?” he asks me.

“Kind of. But what if someone finds out about it? Or it gets really weird, personal, or awkward? Or…” I start feeling a little weird.

“Nala…” He starts cupping my face. Looking me in the eye before continuing, “If you want to read through it, then we'll read through it. And besides, we don’t have to write the answers down, I can just tell you my answers, and if you don't want to answer when you don’t answer.” He places his back against the headboard and puts his arm around me.

“What if I don’t want to answer something?” I ask him looking up at him.

“Then don’t answer. that question” He tells me, kissing my forehead. “So, do you want to read through it?”

“Yeah, let’s do it.” I tell him. I give him a quick kiss, and snuggle into his side, as he grabs my tablet to start reading the questions.

A = Aftercare

“I like cuddles.” I tell him with an easy smile and a laugh.

“And I like cuddling You.” He told me, pulling me closer.

“You also ensure that I’m okay. Even if it’s nice and slow.” I added.

“Any kind of sex can be taxing. And I like taking care of you, whether it's a bath, food, water, a massage, anything you might need.” Adrian says.

“I know. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you, Mr. Raines.” I tell him.

“I love you, Mrs. Raines.”

B = Body Part

“Is this a trick question?” I ask both shocked and a little confused. I’m also unsure how to answer. “Is the answer obvious?”

“There are people that pick the obvious.” Adrian tells me, “But everyone has their preference.”

“Then I guess I’m part of the latter. I like your chest and shoulders.” I tell him, and he gives me an odd look. He’s about to ask why, but before he can say anything. “When I lean on your shoulders or your chest, I feel safe. When your chest is pressed to mine, and I wrap my arms around your shoulders, or grip your shoulders to help steady myself, I just feel like nothing will hurt me again. Like your mine, and I’m yours.” When I finish telling him this, he leans forward and gives me a sweet kiss. Before he tells me,

“I am yours, and you are mine. And I hope I can always make you feel safe and loved.” He says as he pulls me onto his lap, my back to his chest and kisses my cheek.

“What’s your favorite part of my body? My neck or butt?” I know He’ll probably say that from a physical standpoint I’m perfect for him. But I’ve noticed he would kiss my neck, and grab my butt. My boobs are big, but he usually doesn't outright grope them unless we're in the bedroom.

“Well your body is beautiful.” He says. I knew it. “I do like your neck. However my favorite part of your body would be your breasts.” As he says this, his hands go straight to my breasts, massaging them gently.

I sigh and lean into him, before I ask him, “I thought…” 

“They’re soft, warm, and close to your heart. Sometimes, when you're asleep, I will lay my head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat. I started doing that right after you came back.” He pauses for a second, I knew he was referring to me coming out of a coffin. “I hear your heartbeat when I’m laying next to you. But when I lay on your chest, it echoes.”

“That oddly just boosted my confidence. I love you.” I tell him.

“I love you too. What’s next?”

C = Cum

“You usually come inside me.” I say.

“Yes, I prefer marking you. I want people to know that you are mine.” He whispers that into my ear, right before kissing the spot right behind it.

“But you’ve cum stomach before, and some got on my chest before too.” I say confused.

“True, but I still prefer cumming inside of you.” 

“I prefer it when you cum inside me too. And I’m always yours.” I say kissing his neck.

D = Dirty Secret

“Mine is having sex in your office in Raines Corp. and your new office in D.C.” I remember those days. I wanted to try roleplay and he was up for it, vampire boss with his human assistant.

“Forgive me.” Uh-oh why is he saying that?

“Forgive you for what?” I ask him nervously.

“On the Sunday after we met, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I had a pretty vivid dream of us and I couldn’t shake how it felt. So, I called a hooker.”

I don’t know whether to laugh or be insanely mad. It happened before we were together, and I knew that he had slept with other women, but I wonder…

“Did you ask her to pretend to be me?” I ask, “I’m not going to hold this against you, but I want to know.”

“No, I didn’t ask her to pretend to be you.” He said, I can tell that he’s full of regret. “In fact, when I was with her last, I was thinking of no one but you. I sent her home early, and this is the first time I’ve thought of her since.” 

I stay quiet for a moment, unsure of how to answer. I don't feel mad or betrayed. In fact, it feels kinda nice to know that even after one day of knowing him, I was stuck in his head. It's actually a little funny, but before I can tell him it’s fine, he continues, “Please forgive me. I understand if you can’t right now, or ever. I never meant to disrespect you. I…”

I just shut him up with a kiss, a long, sweet, slow kiss. When I’m done I tell him, “I forgive you. It’s a little unsettling, but you said that you couldn’t shake me out of your head and you had only known me for a day. It makes me feel like you were mine from day one. I know that you’ve slept with other women before me, but I know you wouldn’t cheat on me.” I can see the relief in his eyes, as he begins to kiss the side of my face and neck. “Let’s do the next one.”

E = Experience

“You have a lot. I have none. That a good enough answer?”

“Yes. But you're the best woman I’ve ever been with.” He moves my hand to his heart and says, “I mean that. With all of my heart.”

I turn my head and kiss him. Adrian is the sweetest man I’ve ever met.

F = Favorite Position

“You go first, Adrian.” I look at him expectantly.

“Well it’s easy. Any position where I can see your face. That way I can kiss your face, neck, shoulders…”

“Breasts?” I added for him. We both laughed before he agreed with a nod. “I like being able to look at your face when we make love. And I kinda like it when I’m on your lap when we do it, too. But my favorite would be when you're on top though.” I tell him.

“I do like it when you’re on top, my love.” Adrian says with a mischievous, and slightly challenging grin. “I also like being on top of you, as well.”

“I’m glad that we can agree.”

G = Goofy

“We don’t really get goofy.” Adrian says.

“Not during sex, no. I may get a little goofy a little bit after, but not really during. Is that weird? How I can be a little goofy afterward.” He places kisses along the side of my neck and face. Before whispering in my ear,

“No. You’re adorable when you're being goofy.”

H = Hair

“I think I’m pretty good at staying groomed, but I’m not 100% sure.” I look at him to make sure and he gives a reassuring smile.

“Yes, you are good at grooming yourself.” He tells me, then kisses my cheek.

“You're good at grooming yourself too.” 

“I’ve always trimmed a little bit. It honestly felt a little weird to trim my face and if I didn’t trim…” He refers to his downstairs, “it honestly felt a little uncomfortable if I waited too long.”

“That’s actually how I started grooming. It wasn’t much, but it made me feel better.”

I = Intimacy

“No one else matters, nothing else exists, I just want to make you feel amazing.” Adrian tells me. His voice is filled with love, adoration, and a vulnerability he shows more often than people think.

“I feel that way too. I feel like everything we’ve ever faced, every emotional scar or trauma, never happened. That it's just you and me, that nothing will hurt me. You make me feel loved and cherished everyday I’m with you. I love you, Adrian Raines, so much.” 

He presses his forehead to mine, ���I love you too, Nala Raines, so much I’d do anything and everything you ask of me.” He gives me a soft, sweet kiss, I turn my body so I can face him. And when I do he moves his hands to cup my face, we stay like this for who knows how long, but we eventually get back to the survey.

J = Jack Off (masturbation)

“I never knew how and even if I did I don’t think I would. You?”

“I never really felt the need to. If I ever felt like I wanted to, I would go find someone to be with. And then I met you, and after that one day, I knew I didn’t want anyone else. So, either ‘jacking off’ didn’t seem like a good option, or I met you and wanted nothing to do with pleasuring myself and didn’t want to be with  anyone else, other than you.”

“Aw. That sounds strangely sweet to me. And we’re only half way through this thing.”

“Well then. Let’s keep going.” With a quick kiss we move on.

K = Kink

“Would your blood count?” Adrian asks me.

“Yes, blood is a kink.” 

“Then your blood.” We both laugh. I pause for a moment, I think I have two, but I’m not sure Adrian would be cool with the second.

“I like when you take control. I know that you would never hurt me and I kinda like being the prey to your predator.” I say, trying to be seductive. Leaning my head back to whisper that in his ear.

“I can’t lie to you, I like it too.” He says kissing the spot right behind my ear. “Anything else I should know, Nala? Anything else you might be interested in?” He asks me.

I really don’t know if I should tell him this. I mentioned it before, just out of curiosity, he said it wasn’t his thing. Maybe I’ll tell him in a decade or two. “Nothing that can’t wait.” Adrian gives me a look, that ‘I know that you're hiding something’ look. 

“Nala, you know I’m not going to judge you. Please tell me.”

“Well… there are some aspects of …” I really don’t want him to think about me differently.

“It's okay Nala.” He kisses the side of my face.

Yeah, saying it slow isn’t working, so … I’m just gonna spit it out. “Some aspects of BDSM that I kinda want to try.” I turn to look at his face, nervous to see what his reaction will be.

“What about it interests you?” He doesn’t seem mad, just curious.

“Honestly… sensation play, being blindfolded, maybe other forms of roleplay, and I guess bondage. We don’t have to try any of that. It just sounded interesting to me.”

“We can try any of those if you want.” He says with a glint of interest in his eyes.

“What… I thought you weren’t interested in any of that.”

“I’m not going to use a whip and cover you in welts, but if you want to try something involving our sex life, then I’m willing to try it. As long as you're okay with it, and you trust me to try with you, then we’ll try it.” Adrian says this, his voice filled with understanding and love.

“Of course I trust you. Thanks for being so understanding.”

“Of course. Why don’t we finish this and then we’ll talk about what you’re comfortable with and what you would want to roleplay.” he finishes with a kiss on my cheek and reads the next thing,

L = Location

“A bedroom that we share. What can I say it's more private that way.” I tell him.

“I agree, but I did have fun in my office.”

“Fair point. And don’t you mean ‘offices’? We’ve had fun in both of your offices.”

M = Motivation

“Do you remember the day we first met? At your interview?” He asks me.

“It’s the day I first met you, of course I remember it.”

“Well, when I looked into your eyes and shook your hand. I really wanted to tell Nicole to leave, pin you to that table and have my way with you.” I blush at that, before saying.

“To be honest, I would’ve made out with you, but I only sleep with men that are my husband.”

“I guess I’m lucky.”

“I am too.”

N = NO

“Hurting you. And there is absolutely NO WAY I’m sharing you.”

“Sharing is one of my ‘nos’ too.”

“Hurting you is my nightmare.” We both remember Rheya’s mind control. I don’t think he’ll ever truly forgive himself for that. Even though I know that wasn’t him.

“Can you be more specific for me, babe?”

He just looks at me and says “What?”

“Feeding hurts a little bit, then the pain fades and is replaced with pleasure. And when we had sex for the first time it hurt a bit, and again it was replaced with pleasure.” I tell him, trying to soothe his fear. “I will never blame you for what Rheya made you do. I know I was jumpy around for a few days, but I never blamed you. I love you, Adrian.”

“I love you. But you will tell me if it ever hurts too much.” He says, and I can tell that he is hearing and accepting my words.

“Of course dear.” I say lovingly as we turn our attention to the survey.

O = Oral

“I do love the way you taste.” Adrian says, his voice sounding slightly deeper than normal.

“You’re really good at it too.” I haven’t felt comfortable enough to try performing oral sex on Adrian. I want to but I’m not entirely sure what to do. I feel bad, he makes me feel amazing and I want him to feel amazing too. Heck I just started using my hand on him a couple months ago.

“You know that I’m content with our sex life, right? That I don't care what we do as long as you're comfortable and enjoying yourself?” He says, pulling me closer to his chest. Sometimes I would swear that he’s a psychic.

“Yeah, I just… I’m still new at this. And I feel like I’m not doing everything I can to satisfy you.” I think I made him at the very least agitated.

“I didn’t marry you to have sex with you, My Love. I married you so we can spend the rest of our lives together, if that was what you wanted to. And so long as you are satisfied then I am too.” His voice is calm, but filled with love and assurance.

“I know and I’m sorry. I want to try using my mouth, I’m just nervous.”

“You don’t need to apologize. And you can try it when you feel ready, I’m in no hurry.” He once again kisses my temple, as I get ready to make a joke that would make Lily proud and my sister be more ashamed of me than she already is.

“Speaking of hurrying.”

P = Pace

“It varies,” I answer confidently, “you can be a bit demanding when we’re rough, but I love it when you're gentle.”

“You deserve all of the gentleness, love, and tenderness in the world.” Adrian begins to kiss my neck and shoulder, while his hands gently massages my breast. “When I make love to you, I want you to feel how much I love you.” My head is against his shoulder as I gaze at his face, I see a rare sly grin appear, as hands grip my breast a little hard. It had shocked me so I jumped a little before he continued, “Then I have days where all I want to do is take your breath away and hear you scream.”

“I like it when you're hard and fast sometimes. But I also like it when you’re slow and gentle.”

“I like it slow and gentle too, My Love.” He then places a line of kisses starting behind my ear, down my neck and ending on my shoulder.

“Mmmm… babe… oh think we can finish this and then do that?”

“Of course, what’s next?”

Q = Quickie

“I can’t say I’m a fan.” Adrian says.

“May I ask why?”

“I would much rather take my time with you, make sure that you’re fully satisfied no matter long or how many rounds it takes. But if you want to try it, I’m willing.”

“I’m not sure about that just yet, but if I change my mind I’ll let you know.” I pause for a second before adding, “But I don’t think I’ll ever want to risk someone, other than you, seeing my breasts or…” I gesture to my pussy.

“You do realize that I would step in front of you so on one would see anything private?” 

“I also don’t like the thought of other people seeing certain parts of you either.”

“You know that it 1) wouldn’t be the first time that has happened and 2) I would rather photos of me be on the front page than you.”

“Somehow that is both sweet and irritating.”

R = Risk

“I think I answered that a minute ago.” I say.

“Yes you did.”

“But for the sake of answering the question, it’s the ‘getting caught’ bit that bothers me. I don’t want other people seeing my breast, pussy, and/or butt. Same goes with your dick and butt.”

“And as I said before, the only reason anyone would see my dick and/or butt would be to make sure no one gets to see this site,” He runs his hands from my neck, down my chest, cupping my breasts before continuing down until he reaches my inner thighs, before he continues, “other than me.” His voice got deeper as he said those last three words. 

“Do you need a break from this? We don’t have anything going on really…” My breathing is a little fast and heavy now and I’m not gonna lie, I kinda want to hear him breathless and saying my name like it's the only word he knows.

“You have no idea how tempting that offer is.” His voice is still dark, deep, and low. His lips are right by my ear. “But let’s finish this survey first. I want to see what else you may want to try.”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

“I can last as long as you want.” Adrian says with a smile.

“True. I think I can go about 4-5 rounds straight and after that I need food and a nap.” We share a laugh. “Even though, sometimes, I get a little sore, it's worth being intimate with you. Besides I’m trying to build up my endurance, so one day,” I turn to look him in the eye, “I can last just as long as you.”

“One day you will.” I give him a kiss and move on to the next question.

T = Toy(s)

“None. You?” I answer.

“No. But I may be investing in some silk restraints soon.” Adrian says with a smile.

“Oh… right.” I say sheepishly, with a blush creeping up my face, “You do know that belts or your neck ties would work too, right?”

“I know that my belts or ties could hold you, but I also know that if you squirm too much you could get a friction burn. And besides I want to make sure that you’re comfortable with anything we do, and silk is softer and more comfortable than cotton or leather for that matter.” He says, as he places his hand above my own, gently rubbing my knuckles.

“Is my comfort the main thing that you think about? Because that has come up a lot today?” I ask laughing.

“Yes, your comfort is one of my main thoughts. You are my world. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible. I know that you're going to feel uncomfortable at times and there’s nothing I can do about that, but I will do as much as I can to help you feel comfortable.” He says sweetly.

“Adrian Raines, I love you.”

“Nala Raines, I love you.”

U = Unfair

“You may tease me a little bit, but I wouldn’t say it’s ‘unfair’.”

“I try not to be.” Adrian responds chuckling.

“But other than foreplay, why bother teasing me? Or is that just your thing?” I ask, “I like the foreplay, but I am curious. You don’t have to answer.”

“You forget that one of my favorite things about you is your curiosity. And foreplay or ‘teasing’ helps make sure that women are…” He pauses for a moment, “ready for sex itself.”

“Oh… because men’s dicks would stretch a woman’s…” He nods, not needing me to finish.

“You know that you can ask me any question you have about sex and I will answer it the best I can?”

“Yeah I know.” I sigh.

He kisses the side of my face, “What’s next?”

V = Volume

“You talk a lot and I think it’s really sexy. And  I think I’ve only heard you scream… twice.” I tell him.

“I could help it those days.” Adrian says before a sly smile appears on his face. “You my dear, you are a screamer.” He says chuckling a bit.

“I know, you’re right.” Adrian is right. I try to be quiet, but I usually wind up screaming so loud that I worry about making Adrian’s ears bleed. I have always had a loud high pitch scream. “I’m sorry that I’m so loud.”

“Those are words husband’s rarely hear, if at all. Don’t worry I’m not going to let it go to your head. And I love hearing you scream.” He pauses thinking for a moment, “At least when I know it’s because I’m pleasuring you.”

“And if I make your ears bleed, or pop your ear drums.”

“I made you feel good. It would be worth it.”

W = Wildcard

“I don’t think I have one.” He says

I sigh before saying, “I do.”

“What is it?”

“I kinda like it when you put your hand on my throat.”

He only did that once. He had a rough day at the Senate, I remember how he was like this after some council meetings, and yet this was worse. I had surprised him in D.C. that day, and when we went to the bedroom, I asked him to ‘not hold back’, after a little convincing and a promise, he let go alright. He had put his hand on my throat, I could breath fine (well fine-ish), it was just an act of possession. But I enjoyed it.

“Oh you did, did you?” Adrian says, moving his hand to my throat to move my head back, so he can look me in the eye.

“Yes, again one of those things where I feel like I’m yours. And before you even think it, I know that Rheya is gone. She was the one that made you hurt me. I’m not afraid of your touch. I never have been, and I never will be.” He just looks at me, rubbing the side of my neck gently, before he says,

“Then I will take this to heart, Nala. I trust you.”

“I trust you too.”

X = X-ray (How big is it)

“I actually did that.” He said.

“Wait, what? When?” I know I’m probably not going to like the answer, but I have to know.

“Do you really want to know?” He asks.

“Yes. I know that I may not like the reasons behind it, but this feels like a story that I can’t pass up.”

“Very well. It was actually at a Dark Solstice, I think it was 1999. I got drunk with the Baron and Lester.”

“Ha! Seriously? I saw you guys that the Dark Solstice a few years ago, you guys weren’t that chummy. Unless that’s the reason…” I stop and give Adrian a shocked-questioning look.

“No, the next day they were so hung-over that they didn’t remember a thing, but Lester did remember that we did something that I beat him at. He just didn’t remember what.” He says laughing.

“Wait, was that the grudge he held against you?” Adrian answered with a nod, smiling. “And he didn’t know what you beat him at? He really didn’t remember?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. Question: why did you decide to get drunk with Lester and the Baron?” I ask.

“Some vampires thought that the world would end when Y2K hit. Lester and Baron decided to use that as an excuse to drink all of the alcohol they could. I didn’t care, but I figured why not the world is not going to end in a few weeks, and I thought that being drunk around them might make them more tolerable. And I was right.”

“Did the Baron remember what you guys did?” I ask.

“No, he walked up to me and asked if I knew what all happened the night before. I didn’t feel like going into it, so I told him that I had no clue what had happened.”

“One more question.” Adrian gave me an encouraging look and a nod, before I continued, “How big? I have no complaints, but you know something about yourself that directly affects me. And as your wife, I feel like I should know.”

“Well, it’s hard to argue your logic. And please keep in mind that I wasn’t hard at the time. But I measured in at about 8.5-9 inches.” My jaw dropped.

“And I take all of you?!”

“Expertly, I’d say.”

“Dang. Let’s do the next one.” I’m in a little bit of shock, I’m glad he’s mine.

Y = Yearning

“Let’s see you’re my first thought in the morning, my last thought at night, and you have 97% of my thoughts in between.” Adrian says, before he kisses my ear. I know him and when we’re done with this survey, we’ll talk a little bit, and then we won’t leave the bed for most of the day.

“Unless you're busy.” I reminded him, “You have forgotten to text and call me a few times, even before you were a Senator.”

“Even when I have a million things to do, you are the only thing I want. I even get clear images of you in my arms, I even hear your moans like you are right in front of me. Never forget that I always have, and forever will want no one, but you.” I think he knows what this kind of talk does to me.

“Mmmm. I’ve done the same thing with you. I always want you.” I tell him, right now I just want to say forget the survey, but we only have one left.

Z = ZZZ (Who falls asleep first?)

“Guilty.” I say,

“Yes, but it only means that I get to marvel at the beauty that is my wife.”

“So what, I’m your Sleep Beauty?”

“Yes you are.” Adrian whispers in my ear, his voice is low. He then kisses my neck and I feel the prick of his fangs. “Now I’m going to reheat your breakfast.” He says as he gently gets out of behind me and picks up the tray of food that I had forgotten about.

“Sorry about that babe. But why are your fangs still out?”

“It’s alright. And my fangs are out, because when I get back, I hope to see you in less clothes.” He tells me, giving me a heated look. He gets to the doorway, and then he turns back to me and asks, “Would you like to try sensation play, when I get back? Or would you prefer to eat quickly and I become a full on predator, that’s soul purpose is to ravage you?”

I look at the tray and see that there is maple syrup, chocolate syrup, grapes, strawberries, I’m pretty sure that’s cherry jam, and a few other things. Everyday I find a new reason to love this man, “The former, if that’s alright.”

“Of course it is.”

“We’ll take it slow?”

“Just like our wedding night.”

“You know I’m gonna want a shower when we’re done right?”

“I know.” He turns around to leave, but I stop him one more time.

“I love you.” He turns back to me, but before he responds he sees that I had stood up and taken off my clothes. I see that he’s getting hard.

“I love you too.” He says. I’m excited to try something new, especially because I’m trying it with him.

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

Happy burpday!!! ヽ/❀o ل͜ o\ﾉ (I’m a bit early but I’ll be offline tomorrow!) I hope you have the greatest time possible and get lots of cool stuff!!! you’re a fantabulous person and friend!! /// Eru

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The three stages of me seeing this in my inbox:

Awqiywnsiwlen Idk what to do/how to thank you for this!!! I know I’ve said it countless times in private already, but I’ll say it once again: MY HUSBAND HAS NEVER LOOKED MORE HANDSOME THAN HERE AND I WANNA CRYYYY HHH HIS SMILE FILLS ME WITH HAPPINESS AND ALL THE WARM FEELINGS ;u; Looking at this single-handedly makes my day EVEN better and puts a huge, dumb smile on my face💖💕 Eru, thank you so so much for the sweet birthday wishes, being such a dear friend to me, and this beautiful birthday-present of my Biscuithubby!!! It’s already my new phone background because of course hhhh💕💖❤💕❤💖

Now, if y'all excuse me, I gotta go on this very important champagne-date with my husband🏃🏻‍♀️🍾💞

[visforvengeance]

Tom Holland: Cacciatore and limousines

Requested by: no one :)

Notes: hurdurdur. Hello. This isn’t the tom holland story I was talking about. But this is mobster!tom and I hope you guys like it. I chose mitski’s nobody for this one. It was supposed to be set in like the 20s but the song didn’t fit. So nvm ig. I hope you guys don’t mind, but I gave the reader the name ivy because it’s pret. These are my ocs except for tom and Harrison obvi. Also!!!!! I planned for this to be a series type thing. But that’s only if you guys liked it and wanted more. So please let me knowwww. Also in honor of 1k followers, here’s cacciatore and limousines (hehe inspo from lana del rey)

Summary: Ivy is the daughter of the infamous mobster, Thaddeus Salvatore. She’s an aspriring singer looking for a way up. That’s when she meets fellow mobster/producer, Tom Holland. Fame, drugs, and infidelity isn’t always what makes you a superstar. But in this case, it does.

Warnings: HhHh mentions of drug use, abuse, and prostitution. If any of these are triggers for you, I don’t suggest reading it. I didn’t proofread and I wrote this on mobile.

Ivy’s POV

I’m so nervous. Tonight I was performing in front of London’s most famous producer, Tom Holland. He’s produced songs for some of the most famous artists today. Its always been a dream of mine to be a big star. My father had ties which got me thus far. We were at the Angel’s Speakeasy on Angel Street. Ironic, right? My pa had visited me in the dressing room. “Hello, love.” I turned facing him and smiled. “Hi, dad. I wanted to thank you again for doing this for me. Tom Holland is so famous, if I can lure him with my voice, then it’s a done deal. I’ll be as famous as Beyoncé.” I laughed

My father, Thaddeus, was a very well respected mobster. Nobody dared to disrespect him and he was proud of it. He’d rather be a feared man than a liked one. Many people have placed bounties on my family’s heads thinking it would make him scared. But it only made him more ruthless and fearsome. He’s scared off more boyfriends than I can count, but it was only to protect me. My mother, Marie, loved playing the role of a mobster’s wife. Big houses, expensive clothing and jewelry, fancy restaurants, and chauffeurs. One would think she only wanted him for his money, but my parents have known each for 40 years and had been married for 20. It was always more than just the money.

“You better impress him or I’ve wasted my time.” Father wasn’t like any other father. He loved his children unconditionally, but he never said it. He was more of a hardass than anything and was always so serious. All work and no play. No time for that mushy garbage you saw on tv. My mom was different. She never failed to tell us she loved us, but she always failed to defend us when my father was being a bit too harsh. “I refuse to have another no good for nothing child. Don’t be like your sisters.” Daddy had 3 girls. My two older sisters, Angeline and Heather, were his most prized possessions and he used them as bait to catch the men who owed him. They were married off to other mobsters, but things were worse for them.

Angeline had gotten into drugs and Heather was treated as her husband’s prostitute. I love my sisters and I just hate that this happened to them. “I won’t, daddy.” He nodded and kissed my forehead. “You go out there and show him how good of a singer you really are. Live up to the reputation I’ve built or you’ve failed me as a daughter.” I sighed and nodded. “Of course, dad.” He walked out and probably went to go find a seat somewhere. The group before me had finished their song and it was my turn to perform. “Our next act is the wonderful Ivy Salvatore.” That was cue to get up on that stage and impress some guys.

I walked out to the stage and spoke into the microphone. “Hello everyone. I’m going to be singing an original song tonight..” I looked directly at Tom. “I hope you like it.” He smirked and leaned over with his elbows on the table. I motioned for the band to start playing.

“My god, I’m so lonely So I open the window To hear sounds of people To hear sounds of people.

Venice planet of love Was destroyed by global warming Did it’s people want too much too? Did it’s people want too much?

And I don’t want your pity I just want somebody near me Guess I’m a coward I just want to feel alright.

And I know no one will save me I’m just asking for a kiss Give me one good honest kiss And I’ll be alright.

Nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, oooh Nobody, nobody, nobody

I’ve been big and small And big and small And big and small again And still nobody wants me Still nobody wants me

And I know no one will save me I’m just asking for a kiss Give me one good movie kiss And I’ll be alright.

Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Ooh, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, no”

I had my eyes shut the entire performance. I finally opened my eyes to the sound of clapping. There was one person’s opinion who mattered at the moment. Tom and I locked eyes, it’s as if his facial expression hadn’t changed. He still had the same smirk from when I started. I bowed and exited the stage back to my dressing room. I sat there, taking deep breaths as I tried not to think negative thoughts.

Tom and My father stood at the entrance of the room. “Hello, Ivy darling.” Tom acknowledged. My father placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. I looked at Tom through the mirror. “Hello, Mr. Holland.” He smiled a boyish smile. “Please. Call me Tom.” He took a seat in the chair behind me. I turned to face him. I don’t know if it’s the lighting or his facial features. He was truly gorgeous. “That was quite a performance. Usually when I’m asked to attend these things, the person I’m supposed to like is complete shit.” My father’s gentle grip tightened with each unsatisfying word.

“But you.” He started while pointing at me. “You’ve such a beautiful voice, love. Why don’t we get you down to my studio over the weekend and record a couple of songs together? How does that sound?” I was so relieved that he liked performance. “That sounds perfect. Thank you so much.” He grinned and stood up, readjusting the one button on his suit jacket. I also stood up and moved so my father and I were standing in front of him. “Don’t thank me yet, love. You can do that if you’re first ep tops charts.” He held out his hand for me to shake. “Don’t doubt me, darling. I’ve made it this far. It’s time I go even further.”

He smirked. “You’ve got the personality of a superstar.” He said while walking out of the door. I turned to look at my father. This was the first time I’ve seen him smile this entire night. “I did it, daddy. He wants to help me produce some songs.” I said as I hugged him. “Your mother and I are very proud of you, doll.” I smiled and kissed his cheek.

We arrived at home, where there was currently a party going on. My mother liked to have parties every 2 weeks, so I wasn’t surprised. I just wonder what the occasion was this time. As we walked in, mom greeted us at the door. “I’m so proud of you, love. Your father told me what happened. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there. I know how nervous you get when I’m not there.” I was a lot closer with my mum than anyone.

“It’s okay, mum. I know you were busy. What’s the party for?” Her face beamed at the mention of a party. “Well it’s a celebration party for you, my love. For the successful night you’ve had. And there’s even a special surprise waiting for you in your room.” She always showered my sisters and I in gift. “For being the greatest children anyone could ever ask for.” I hugged her and sighed. “You didn’t have to, mum.” She waved her hand. “I know, I know. But I wanted to. You deserve it.”

I nodded and made my way through the crowd. Stopping every 5 minutes to say thank you to anyone who congratulates me. I finally made my way upstairs and into my room. Before I could process any of what was happening, my sisters hugged me. I haven’t seen them in such a long time, they looked completely different. “Angie! Heather! I’ve missed you guys so much.” Angie’s once long brown hair, full of curls, was now cut bob length and almost gray. Heather’s black, bone straight hair was now frizzy and dull. You could see the bruises on Heather’s arm and Angie’s once curvaceous body, had lost a significant amount of weight.

“How have you guys been? It’s been like 2 years? How are my babies?” Both of my sisters had children. Heather had two teenage boys, aged 15 and 17. Angeline had only one little baby girl who was about 4. As far as I knew, Andrew and Harold never harmed the kids. But Eden and Jasper weren’t babies anymore. They know what goes on behind closed doors. And little Jessamine was too young to think of anything that 4 year olds don’t usually think about.

“They’ve been great. Jasper’s graduation is in two months and Eden made valedictorian. I’ve never been more proud of my boys!” I smiled. I’d be proud of my children too. “Jessamine has been nominated as student of the year at her daycare.” I clapped my hands together in excitement. “I’m so proud of them. Please send me the details for Jasper’s graduation. I would love to attend.” Heather nodded and grabbed my hand, Angeline grabbed the other.

“Enough about our lives. Look at you! Our baby sister is about to be a superstar.” I smiled shyly and looked down at the ground. “W-we don’t know that for sure. We have to record a few songs first and then we’ll go from there.” My sisters scoffed and laughed. “When will you go to the studio, love?” I sipped the brown liquor adorned with a beautiful hibiscus flower. “This weekend. I’m supposed to stay with him and record.” They shared a look and wiggled their eyebrows.

“I heard this Holland guy is unbelievably handsome.” Angeline smirked. “He is. But if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, you might as well stop now, darling. He is my producer and nothing more.” Heather blew a raspberry. “You’re such a prude, Ives. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were still a virgin.” My hand flew to my chest in mock offense. “I am not. I’ll have you know I’ve lost my virginity at the ripe age of 17.” Angie rolled her eyes. “To Mr. Osterfield’s boy. Harrison, was it? You know, he is Tom’s best friend, right?”

I stared in disbelief. “He’s what?” My sisters laughed and Heather gave me a pat on the back. They pulled me up and led me to the ballroom area. Once we were walking down the stairs, everyone turned their attention to me. Rounds of applause were heard and there I spotted him. Tom stood in the center of it all. It felt like those movies where the girl sees the love of her life and everything else is blurred.

A/n’s note: Thank you guys for 1k. I know I’m not the best writer and I definitely don’t post as much as I should. But it seriously means a lot to me that this many people think I’m an okay writer lmao. i love u wow!!