#bill skarsgård drabble

[kingkat12]

sweet and innocent (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, dry-humping, biting, marking, teens being horny lol (everyone is legal dw)

summary: attempting to keep your hormones in check might be the hardest task of all-- it usually doesn't end the way you think it will. then again, when have you and Roman ever been able to control yourselves, anyway?

word count: 433 (teeny tiny friday treat!)

a/n: the real ones know that this is the fun part of sex lol, this might be an odd one but i needed to get this out of my brain... enjoy!!!

"Ouch," Roman breathed, an airy laugh following.

Hearing him groan like that made me realize what the fuck I was doing-- I had been so blinded by my arousal that I had sunk my teeth into his shoulder. It was certainly a reflex which I didn't know I had, and it was all crashing down on me as Roman pressed a kiss to my temple.

His voice was all raspy today, still a little breathless; "Wanna bite me, baby? Wanna hurt me?"

Everything came crashing down on me-- the way my legs were wrapped around him, how my arms were draped around his body, how desperate I was beneath him.

However, could you blame me?

Since I wasn't too keen on having my first time with my parents on the other side of the wall, and also because we were never at Roman's place, our usual make-out sessions had somehow morphed into... whatever this was. Our efforts at keeping our teenage hormones under wraps had failed miserably.

This, however, was next level from anything we had done before-- we were practically in our underwear (if you don't count the socks) with his hard, clothed cock grinding into the apex of my thighs, my soaked panties, brushing against my clit with every thrust. I really had no idea how we ended up like this, and how this was the third time we had allowed this to happen; all I knew was that it felt amazing.

It felt sweet, innocent-- good.

Good enough to drive me into a frenzy, biting down on his shoulder with no thought in mind other than the pleasure.

So I slowly laid my head back down on the pillow, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Sorry," I mumbled, trying my hardest not to think about how much I wanted him to move again. "Just-- Just forget that."

Roman hummed, pondering whether to let it slide as he glanced at the fresh bite mark on his shoulder. It was tiny compared to the rest of him, and the sight almost made me shiver-- there was something thrilling about marking him. Knowing he was still walking around with two old hickeys on his collarbones, having asked for them, made me further dizzy-- he liked being mine. 

He liked it a lot, actually. He just wouldn't confess to it so openly. 

Which is why I didn't expect him to retaliate in typical Roman fashion; "I might just have to bite you back for that," 

"Don't you dare!"

"I might," he said, eyes darkening as a sinister laugh built in his throat. "Not now, not today... But I might."

And so it begun-- a new scare.

Fuck.

[marquisedegramont]

I love your sub!marquis fic with the reader choking him with his pocket watch! Will you write more sub!marquis works?🥺

-🧸

Hi 🧸anon im going to use this as a reason to post a short drabble of mine okay? > w < -> dom!reader, blowjob, one line of dialogue, pillow prince!marquis

He can’t get enough of you, the way you suck him off. The warmth of your throat and mouth around his cock, and Vincent’s nothing more than a soft, sensitive mess around you. You hear him desperately trying not to let out those noises of him— and yet you can hear the short vocalizing of his pleasure. Short whimpers and his breathless panting.

His pale legs are around your head, with shallow bite marks and the edges of your nails pressed into soft skin. Vincent is tiredly grinding into your mouth, trying to find that release as fast as possible. You know that he likes it rough, and fast. You don’t intend to give him that pleasure.

“Ah,” he mutters, “ah…non…”

You go down on him faster, the tip of Vincent’s cock in the wet warmth of the back of your throat. You can see the curvature of his stomach and how the light bounces off of it, the sudden and quick movements of his stomach caving in from pure pleasure. Vincent hands grab a fistful of the bedsheets under him, messing up and wrinkling the pale beige fabric.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

can you do a one shot where the Marquis likes to play piano but he’s always been a lil shy about it. One day while the reader roams the marquis’s estate, she catches him playing and quietly listens until he’s finished before applauding

ALMOST

Today had been one of the most frustrating days the Marquis had to endure, for as long as he could remember. As he swiftly made his way down the halls of his sprawling mansion, he tried to clear his mind of all thoughts, but for the first time, could not.

Considering his greatest strength was his perfect control over his thoughts and emotions, he was barely keeping himself together. Even though he had never had a panic attack, and until today, didn't even believe they were real, he knew without a doubt, he was on the verge of having one.

And that was unacceptable.

Slamming the doors to his music salon open, he didn't acknowledge the maids that practically ran out of the room, at the sight of their distressed master. All who worked in his home, knew to give the Marquis the room, if he is in a mood. He was known for being temperamental and cruel, and often preferred to be left alone. He was immune to female and male charms, and had no close attachments to anyone. As far as the staff was concerned, he was a soulless machine, but he paid better than any other house, as long as you minded your business.

The Marquis began to play the antique Grand piano at the center of the room. Worth more than most people would earn in an entire lifetime, it had a haunting quality to its sound that couldn't be found in the newer models. Losing himself in the music, he was able to temporarily forget what had been plaguing him most of the day. As the song came to an end, he felt calm once again until someone had the audacity to start clapping.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and stood, prepared to tear into what ever soon to be ex employee lost their fucking mind. Instead, he was met with the reason for his loss of control he'd been suffering since he first laid eyes on her.

"what are you doing out of your quarters?" He snapped glaring down at the young woman he had been saddled with earlier today. She was the daughter of a new business associate that was off doing a job for the Marquis, and since he was new, the Marquis often held collateral in the form of people's loved ones to make sure the job got done.

Usually, he'd put them in a room and lock them in for the duration of their stay, but he at least made them comfortable. If wasnt like he put them in the dungeon, which he totally owned since his mansion was very old. The suites he used for their stay were luxurious and had various forms of entertainment to pass the time. His staff kept them fed and even fulfilled any requests they had, so they hardly could call themselves prisoners. But that's what they were in truth, and he'd never cared how they felt about fhat. They were not allowed to roam freely through his home, and hardly ever saw him beyond the initial introduction.

For whatever reason, when he was introduced to this young woman, he hadn't wanted her to be frightened. When she had asked if she was free to explore his estate, he'd given her permission to do so, to everyone present shock.

To his dismay, she had decided to spend the day following him around, asking about his extensive art collection, and making him feel like they'd known one another for years. Never had he been so comfortable in another person's company. For many years people had spread the rumor he was a real psychopath and he had always thought they were likely correct. He had always considered his lack of connection with others to be a positive attribute. In his line of work, attachments were weaknesses.

Deciding he was being far too familiar with her, he excused himself, and made a beeline for the security room, to see how everything was going.

Upon entering, he was informed that everythibg was going as planned, and all endeavors so far had proven successful. This was almost unheard of in his life, and his mind quickly returned to his guest. He couldn't help but wonder what she would do to amuse herself. There were many ways she could get herself in trouble, and as he sat there thinking about how stupid he'd been giving her free reign, he ordered the staff to locate her and then make themselves scarce.

After only a few moments, they found her, and immediately exited the room, leaving the Marquis to sit in front of the screens and observe her. He could see the confusion on their faces with his behavior but he couldn't care less. Their opinions hardly mattered to him.

She was currently in his equestrian facilities, outfitting one of his favorite Andalusian stallions for a ride. Watching how easily she made the normally high strung animal feel at ease was riveting. Although he was a gorgeous animal, hed always been stubborn and difficult with new people. Not so with this woman; you'd think she raised the damn horse the way he was cooperating.

When the traitorous beast actually lowered his head, to make it easier for her to put on his bridle, the Marquis scoffed aloud, and sprung from his chair. Leaving the room without thinking where he was going, he found himself exiting his mansion, walking towards the stables.

Just as he was almost inside, she rode out on a different horse than his favorite stallion. When she spotted him, her face lit up and she smiled one of her disarming smiles and made her way over to him.

"I'm so glad you're done! I asked the stable guy which horse was your favorite, and got him all ready for you to go riding together." She stated enthusiastically. "Do you need to change or can you ride in a suit?"

The Marquis just stared at the girl completely dumbfounded for a few moments. Had she honestly prepared his own horse, and decided that he was going to go riding with her? The absolute audacity of this woman! He didn't know how to respond, so he didn't.

Honestly, he had been wanting to ride as of late. He'd been neglecting his horses, and even though he employed a small army of people to take care of them, he felt a bit guilty when too much time passed between interactions. Because of his guilt, he would go ride with her, not because of her he justified to himself. "I have riding gear I can change into inside. Give me a couple minutes." He'd said before storming off.

He had planned on taking longer than necessary to get ready to make her wait, but decided that was childish. He refused to hurry though, making a point to keep a relaxed pace.

When he'd rejoined her, shed surprised him again, when she took off on her horse at a break neck pace. Chasing after her, he couldn't help but admire her form as she seemed to become at one with the animal. When they effortlessly cleared a fence, he had to veer off to the side, knowing full well his horse was not a fan of jumping.

He slowed his horse to a trot, and looked around at the beautiful scenery. Sometimes he got so absorbed into work, he forgot what a beautiful world he lived in. His work wasn't pretty, so he'd always tried to make up for it, by surrounding himself with as much beauty as possible.

As he came through the trees and found his companion barefoot and splashing around in the small lake he had created on a whim last summer, he couldn't help but smile at her antics. She was the most free spirited, uncomplicated being he'd ever come across. The way she displayed her emotions so freely, and genuinely seemed to enjoy life was intoxicating. Deep down, he knew he should turn around and never go near her again, but he almost didn't care.

Almost.

"come in the water, it's lovely." She shouted out to him "do you mind if I strip down to my underwear? It looks just like a bathing suit, I just don't want to offend you."

"Don't flatter yourself, you couldn't offend me if you tried. If you want to prance around in your underwear, I won't stand in your way." He said with an air of nonchalance, even though internally he was having a celebration.

"you're going to join me right? Do French men wear boxers or briefs?" She asked as she took her dress off and stood before him without a smidge of insecurity. "Unless you aren't allowed."

"why wouldn't I be allowed to swim in my own lake? That is a ridiculous notion." He scoffed, sliding off the horse and storming over to the frustrating woman. "Do you think so little of me, that I am not my own person? Do I seem weak to you?" He asked lowly as he glared down at her. He knew he was over reacting, but he didn't know what she meant and he hated being confused.

She looked so adorable peering up at him with her big doe eyes, as she chewed on her plump bottom lip. "I was just trying to be smooth, and find out if you had a wife or girlfriend or something." She said quietly. Her eyes lowered to her hands as she fidgeted. "you couldnt possibly be single. You're too perfect. Supermodels probably fight over you on the daily."

He smirked and gently lifted her chin to look in her eyes. "Maybe being perfect scares them all away." He gazed down at her thoughtfully, before coming to the conclusion she wasn't kidding. She actually thought he was perfect.

The idea that someone thought he was perfect and desired by hordes of women was extremely amusing. While it was true, some women had satisfied his natural male urges, he never laid with a woman more than one time.

Chuckling to himself, he took his clothing off and neatly placed it on a nearby bench. He knew he had a visually pleasing form, and stayed in top physical form for his own vanity and his career choices. He wore black boxer briefs, and ignored the way she was checking him out as he passed her and dove into the water.

She squealed and immediately followed, swimming gracefully beside him as he cut through the water. Coming to a stop, he turned to her and tried to ask her a question, but couldnt think of what to ask. Not one to ever be afraid to speak up or get answers, he tried to be logical and ask himself what was his issue. Did this slip of a woman make him nervous? Did he care what she thought of him? Or was he just having an off day, and she so happen to be here for it? Was he attracted to her sexually? Did he want to touch her, and in turn allow her to touch him? It wasn't like he was a virgin.

So caught up in his contemplations, he failed to notice, till it was too late, and he'd been plunged beneath the surface. Using her weight to dunk him, she had her hands on his shoulders as she pushed him down her body, underneath the surface. Continuing down by his own ministrations, she lost contact with him when he continued deeper than she was able to go. He opened his eyes underwater, and watched as her shadow rose up to the surface. Swimming swiftly behind her, he made sure to remain behind her where she could not see him. Sneaking up behind her, he grabbed her by the waist and took them both beneath the surface.

She was a very capable swimmer, and he enjoyed their rough housing. He could not recall the last time he had played with someone.

"what's in your hair?" She asked with a look of concern on her face. Reaching up, she ran her hands through his hair, before grabbing his face with both hands, and kissing him square on the lips. It was an aggressive move, but she still remained gentle somehow. Nothing else existed in that moment. He was left breathless when she pulled away, and then realization set in.

He liked her. He really liked her.

Without saying a single word, he swam to the shore, gotten dressed without even attempting to dry off, got on his horse and left her there. He knew he was being a coward, but he hadn't gotten so far in life by following his heart. He was strictly a brain user, and it was telling him to run.

So he had, all the way to the piano.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have kissed you. I read the situation completely wrong and it won't happen again." She stated earnestly.

Looking in her eyes, he could see she really believed she had made an error. He knew nothing good would come from getting involved with him, and she'd likely end up regretting ever meeting him. He was self aware enough to realize he was not a good person. Anyone that he got involved with would suffer in some way whether at the hands of his enemies, or from something he would do, or not do.

Pulling her close, he smirked before kissing her forehead. Placing his chin on her head, he chuckled at the two of them. "Sometimes the hardest thing, and the right thing, are the same."

"do you know the most sad word in the world?" She asked him.

Thinking through many words in several languages, he knew many sad words.

"almost." She sighed, snuggling closer in his arms. "He almost loved her. She almost was good for him. He almost stopped her. She almost waited. They almost were happy. They almost made it."

She pulled herself free from his arms and turned for the door. "my father is here and said everything went well. I just wanted to come say goodbye and apologize." With those parting words, she was gone.

A few days later, when her father told her the Marquis had almost been able to kill the legendary John Wick, but had been killed in the end, she almost laughed out loud.

Almost.

[toxicanonymity]

I know your name is literally anonymity but I sometimes wonder what you look like or what you like or hate etc. I just would love to learn something personal about you 😭��🏼 but I respect you being absolutely anonymous here. It's actually a very big privilege!

And: do you have anything planned in writing/posting, something we can be excited for? I'm such a big fan of your work

Tysm nonnie! 🖤🖤 I'm happy to share some things about myself (below). Sometimes I wanna be less anonymous, but sadly it's served me well with how obsessive haters can get. You can always ask stuff though, I'd answer what i can and ignore what I'm hesitant about.

Thinking of posting some Narcos next ... Perhaps in the raid AU, perhaps not, I have nearly finished fics or drabbles in both. But i also started a kinda unhinged thighs out Joel scenario lol.

Likes & Dislikes without being a perfectionist...

Beverages

Like: water, grape juice, apple juice, chocolate milk, hot chocolate, matcha, ginger tea, caffeine free diet coke (fountain only) with cherry syrup

Dislike: alcohol, regular coffee, orange juice

Breakfast

Like: biscuits and gravy, egg white veggie omelets, green smoothies, croissants, waffles, yogurt parfait

Dislike: pancakes, jelly and jam, donuts

Comfort foods: egg in a hole, coconut soup

Fave condiments/spices/sauce/toppings: vinegar, mayo, mustard, sour cream, steak seasoning (like it on potatoes), apple pie spice, alabama white & North Carolina BBQ sauces, pesto, goat cheese, pizza sauce (w/ a spoon if good enough lol), Parmesan, sundried tomatos

Pasta: angel hair, capellini, tortellini, linguini

Crayola crayons (idk if they're all current). Colors go by the crayon when you draw with it.

Like: pacific blue, cerulean blue, brick red, burnt sienna, dandelion, hot magenta, earthworm scented

Dislike: cornflower blue, green-yellow

Smells/scents

Currently wearing: Nette La Forêt. I'm in an exploration phase and trying a variety but this is my fave rn.

Like: Woody, clean, fresh, eucalyptus, lavender, rose, burning wax / snuffed out candle, new shoes, leather, new tires, new car, tennis balls. Notes: amber, sandalwood, cetalox, vanilla

Dislike: Heavy citrus, anise/liquoriche

Sweets

Like: ice cream, froyo, brownies (no nuts), paletas (🥥 is a fave), lucky charms marshmallows

Dislike: Cake, cupcakes, caramel, oatmeal raisin cookies, anything with nuts or raisins really. I will pick them out of arroz con leche...

Actors

Make me more likely to watch something: Boyd Holbrook, Pedro Pascal, Kyle gallner, Bill and Alexander Skarsgård, Denzel Washington, Kate Winslet, Nicholas Cage, Adam Driver

Dislike: John krasinski, Adam Sandler, Meg Ryan

Appearance - heart shaped face, eyes on the larger side, dark circles, upturned nose, smaller lips. Sometimes glasses (favoring larger lenses)

I'm up for answering other categories or Qs if you're curious about random stuff. No-gos are work, family/partner, location, zodiac.

If I skip a tag game I prob overthought it or drew a blank.

[hecohansen31]

And another one🙈 could I ask for number 9 and Bill and Alex from the baby prompt list please?

WARNINGS: Slight Mention of Sex/Cheesy/Real Person Fiction.

Going on a walk together with little one.

ALEX:

“Shouldn’t you be photographing the baby” you asked softly, as you felt the flash go off again, meanwhile Alex kept on taking pictures of you.

You tried your best to shield your tired face away from his inquiring camera “… I thought this is why you wanted to come to the park… to make ‘instaperfect pictures’ ”.

“Oh c’mon, don’t be so bitter, sweetheart” he commented lightly, as he pushed away the camera, finally understanding your uneasiness for it “… I did it indeed for that, but I also wanted to snap a few pictures of the most beautiful woman in the whole world”.

“… ‘most beautiful woman in the whole world’ ?” you shot him a slight annoyed look “… not with these bags under my eyes”.

“… yeah you are right” he commented with a smartass smile on his face “… prettiest woman in all universe”.

“What a flatterer” you simply smirked, as the compliments finally got to you, opening your mouth in a soft smirk.

And Alex shot another photo, making you raise your eyes to the sky.

“Ok ok, I’ll stop!” he mumbled, swearing “… but what can I do if my muse is the most beautiful in natural light”.

“Ahh I doubt I am” you commented tightly “… if I could get a night of sleep I’d definitely be better”.

And as if spurred on, your little child came to life.

Alex moved to grab the small baby in his arms, meanwhile she giggled lightly at her daddy and you helped him get her away from the stroller, adjusting everything, as Alex gently kissed her face, before adjusting her in his arms.

“… why do you never sleep, little lady?” he asked with a soft glare at the bundle of clothes and cute giggles “… you are making your mom all cranky”.

“Believe me I am not the only one cranky in the mornings” you commented “… and I am definitely less diva”.

“Isn’t momma being a bit too harsh with daddy?” he asked to his child, gently holding her in his arms as he made her jump lightly balancing her against his knee.

“I don’t think so” and then you lowered softly to the child, kissing her miniscule nose, as she clapped her hands “… don’t even try to side with your father on this, because I am the one that had to take care of you for nine months”.

“Look also my job was quite… difficult and tiring” he commented with a sideway smirk at you, as you exploded in a huge laugh.

“Don’t even try me, Andersen” you threatened him, as you gave also to him a small kiss on his nose, and he immediately tried to get you to also kiss his lips, but you retreated “… now get behind this stroller and maybe you’ll get more kisses when we go back home”.

BILL:

He hadn’t thought that doing a small walk with his new baby would be this troublesome.

Instead he had been basically trying to avoid the paparazzis and his fans.

He loved the latter, but he just wanted to have one normal day of walking around with you and his child.

In the end, after a few minutes of hiding in a non-crowded alley and of various researches on the least populated parks in town, you had set up for a small one not far away in order to try to enjoy the atmosphere and Bill had almost cried when he had seen that nobody, except you and him and your baby, was there.

Hence he had just gotten his small girl out of the stroller before helping her walk to the first game she wanted to do, meanwhile you sat yourself down enjoying the calmness of the comfortable place, as you snapped a few happy pictures.

Bill honestly was having the time of his life, definitely feeling like all he had done was worth to see his babygirl smile so so happily, as she asked for one more minute on the slide, and Bill just had to agree, before you waved them back, having already gotten out a small snack from your bag.

And as soon as the baby saw it, she basically threw herself on it, almost tripping on her cute  shoes, so miniscule that they made Bill’s heart clutch at the sole thought, as he had held them, meanwhile he had helped the small child putting them on.

As she ate, Bill had a minute to finally focus his attention on his other favorite human beings.

The one that got him his favorite human number two and favorite human number two, indeed.

It had passed a few years from your pregnancy but you still positively glowed with your hair up and your big smile, as you brushed back the child’s hair to avoid them getting stuck in the chocolate of her snack.

He had been glad that even though life wasn’t the easiest with him, you stuck around.

Even more with the huge smile on your face, as you turned to him, catching him staring at you both.

“What were you thinking handsome?” you asked, softly.

“Just about how lucky I am”.

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[ill-skillsgard]

Could we get a lil sum'n sum'n about Bill having a go-to booty call whenever he's in a certain city for press or a shoot, who he likes to get really dom and rough with?

A knock at the door startled you. It was dark and you couldn’t figure out who could be at your door so late. The TV was low, so it couldn’t be the neighbour coming to complain and you weren’t expecting a visitor. Maybe it was somebody with the wrong address, you thought, and waited until they knocked again.

It was times like these you wished there was a peephole. But when you opened the door and saw six feet and four inches of Bill standing there, you let out a shocked gasp. 

He pushed open the door, scooped you up and kicked it shut behind him.

“Bill!” You squealed.

“Oh, princess.” He replied before smothering your mouth with his.

He forced you back into the house, kissing you rough and feeling every inch of your body he could get his hands on. As pleasant the surprise and delicious his lips were, you pulled back and gawped.

“Where did you come from? I had no idea you were in town!”

“I didn’t know until last night. I wanted to surprise you... Come by to say hello to my favourite little bad girl.”

You had no response at the ready, but instead of stammering over words, you kissed him again. He moaned receptively and held you so close you could feel every inch of his body pressing into yours. For a moment, you melted into this affection, sighing from the unmistakable scent that was so him. But you had more to say before he could pull your top off.

“I can’t believe this! I wish you would have told me. I haven’t showered today. I look a mess!”

“Oh, I will make you a mess, baby. I missed you.”

Bill chased you to your bedroom and undressed you quickly. He tossed you onto your unmade bed and flipped you over, giving your ass a hard smack.

“M’so fucking horny. On a plane for eight fucking hours thinking of what I want to do to that pussy.”

You groaned in response and rose to your knees when he tugged at the roots of your hair. His teeth met your neck as he spanked you once more. “You remember our safe word, don’t you, princess?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Now lay on your back and hang your head off the edge. I’m gonna fuck that throat.”

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 | 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲

requested by 🎸😈anon

A/N: Roman Godfrey and blood kink? did you mean the literal most perfect pairing ever?? ugh this was so much fun to write, thank you sm for the request darling! I hope you like it

The smirk that adorned Roman’s face was deadly. The twist of his lips, the tilt of his head, the darkness in his eyes; it all had you weak in the knees. It left a flutter in your stomach that radiated through to your groin.

And Roman knew it.

But more than that he knew what it was that was really turning you on: the blood that leaked from his nose.

He’d known the moment your eyes strayed for a little too long to admire his lips as the crimson waterfall coated them. He’d known from the way you’d hitched a breath and bit your lip.

All signs you were anything but concerned about the fact he was bleeding. All signs that you were, in fact, aroused by it.

“You want a taste?” Roman hums darkly, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, staining the tip of his tongue red with his own blood.

Your mouth hangs open with a silent reply. But Roman doesn’t wait for your answer. He grabs you by the back of the neck and slams his mouth down onto yours. Your whimper is lost in his mouth as he swiftly moves to open your lips with his own. His tongue quickly pushes into your mouth, coating your own with the tang of his blood.

You can’t help the moan that reverberates through you as your senses are overwhelmed by the small and taste of him, the feel of his body pushed flush against yours, his hand cupping your nape so tight it almost hurt. All the while his nose was still bleeding, the droplets landing on your lips as they continued to move against his.

You gasp and whimper pathetically when you feel Roman’s teeth sink into your bottom lip, pulling lightly as he moves back to look at you, his eyes impossibly dark and lust blown. His smirk grows as he quickly darts his tongue out to swipe across your bottom lip now, tasting the blood he’d just drawn. You instinctively do the same just after, hissing as you feel the sting of your torn skin.

Roman just chuckles darkly before latching his lips back onto yours, your mouths flooding with a mixture of both your bloods. Your body instinctively start to curve into him as he devours you with his hungry kiss. One of his hands holds you in place, splaying across your lower back, whilst his other hand crept up under your skirt. He wastes almost on time in letting his fingers tug your panties to the side so he could reach where you were already dripping and aching for him.

“Fuck baby,” he hisses against your mouth as his fingers rub between your folds. “You’re this wet over the taste of blood?” He teases darkly before winking and adding; “maybe you’re the upir...”

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[atomicbliss]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!

I had a thought OwO

you know that scene in Real Steel (2011) where Evangeline Lilly is at a bar watching one of Atom's matches? I just thought that that was Big Tiger Behavior too.

basically a dude tries hitting on her but she's too absorbed by the TV. maybe she's watching a game? a boxing match? whatever fits. she's gripping on to her beer tight and she even spills some on the bar when she stomps it down on the wood in enthusiastic cheering—poor dude is literally ignored.

so maybe!! Tiger and Bill are out with friends when this happens, he just took a moment to pee or smthng and he sees the whole moment unfold, the dude walking away in disappointment and Bill's just amused and endeared at the sight of her like that.

I have never seen that movie but oh my god I LOVE THIS VERY MUCH BECAUSE IT IS SO ON BRAND.

It’s probably an MMA fight isn’t it? I know Bill is supposedly pretty into MMA, and those fights are so incredible to watch on a big screen in a crowded bar, with a bunch of other people yelling and getting hyped up. Back when, you know, those types of things weren’t illegal.

So maybe it’s a big fight night, and they’re all out at a bar--a big group of friends, a low key bar but one that gets real rowdy on the fight nights. Pitchers of beer are flowing, nachos are in abundance. Their friends gang is at least like, 3/4 of the bar’s population that night. Are all of Bill’s bros there? Awww that’s a sweet thought. They’re all there. Mutual friends, family friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, it’s a big gaggle of them and there are probably only a few patrons in the bar that don’t belong to that group. And as such, maybe they just kind of move around from table to table/ Tiger and Bill were seated with friends, but the view of the TV is obstructed and tiger loves some MMA fighting so when the fight started, she set up camp at the bar in a prime seat--and Bill jhung back for awhile, caught up with some of his friends. Tiger orders more nachos. Chicken wings, because tiger is a real slut for some chicken wings. And Bill is, of course, keeping a close eye on her--but she’s glued to the screen and she ain’t moving. She absent-mindedly pushes her empty glass towards the bartender when she needs a refill, her eyes still not moving from the screen. The dude pours another beer and puts it within her reach, and she grabs blindly for it. A second later, her guy in the fight lands a solid hit and Bill hears her whoop, looks up in time to see her slam her glass back down on the bar top excitedly and then flail a bit when her beer sloshes over. He smiles, getting up to make his way over to her--right as a dude, some random patron, steps up beside her and sits down. Bill’s not worried. A quick assessment and he deems like tiger can take the guy down without even breaking a sweat, so he just maneuvers around his seated friends--an occasional back clap, a smart ass remark, stealing a handful of popcorn.

And tiger, for her part, was completely unaware of this dude’s presence until he spoke.

“Hey there,” he offered.

“No,” was her deadpan reply. She doesn’t even look at him.

“Wow, and all I said was hi.”

“No,” she says again.

“I respect a tough catch,” he purrs, “Can I buy you a--”

“No.”

And like, meanwhile, Bill is now within earshot and he’s just watching this all go down--with a big smile on his face. He’ll obviously step in if the guy goes too far, but tiger doesn’t need his help. She’s got this.

“Wow. Hard sell. How about--”

“No.”

And like, tiger has some chicken wings to attend to. She still hasn’t so much as spared this guy a glance, lifting her beer up with sticky fingers to take a few hefty gulps, burping lightly after.

“Well can you at least--”

“No,” she interrupts.

“What if I--”

“No.”

“Jesus Christ,” the guys says ad tiger hears his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up, “All I’m trying to do is--”

“No.”

“Fucking forget it,” he mutters, and walks away. She smacks her lips, attacking another chicken wing. And Bill sidles up behind her, a smirk on his lips, and leans in just a little closer to her ear.

“Brutal,” he snickers, “I think that guy left his pulverized testicles on this seat.”

And when she realizes that it’s him, her face breaks into a wide smile. Bill could just die--because a second ago, when she didn’t even know he was watching, she was stony-faced and ready to throw that guy through the wall had he attempted to continue a conversation--but now here she was, her whole face lit up in a bright, infectious smile just because it’s him. Bill feels like the luckiest bastard on the planet, to be the one she beams at like that. Her mood switched so instantaneously that now his own goofy, idiotic smile is taking up half his face.

“Fragile testicles sound like a whole lotta not my problem,” she smirks, and then she holds out her sticky fingers to him, “Napkin please, Billy.”

He takes a seat next to her, reaching beside him to take a few napkins from the dispenser and hand them to her. She busies herself trying to clean up, and he steals a few swigs of her beer. She tosses the dirty napkins in the basket, picking up another chicken wing and she holds it out to him. Bill is the only person that tiger shares food with (and maybe sometimes Alex, she still feels bad about almost impaling him one time.) He takes it from her, grabbing another napkin and swiping at her cheek.

“Missed some right there,” he chuckles, and she smiles at him again--that smile that can just turn him to goo.”

And that’s how they stay. Together at the bar. Bill finally orders his own beer, which tiger promptly spills on him when her guy in the fight lands another huge hit and she gets too excited. She’s still hungry, so when she can’t decide between the fried mozza sticks or the cheeseburger egg rolls, Bill gets her both--with a side of chili fries. When Gustaf appears next to them, tiger--to Bill’s surprise and Gustaf’s gentle delight--absently slides her basket of fries his way so he can have a few.

And all is well until a small, plastic ball pings tiger square off the head and she jumps in surprise.

“Foosball motherfucker,” Valter yells from across the bar, “You already lose, fuckface.”

“Gentlemen, I’m sorry to inform you,” she starts calmly, placing her hands on both Bill and Gustaf’s shoulders, “I’m sorry to inform you that your little brother is fucking dead.”

And then she hops off her chair and turns.

“Valter you fucking toe-headed fuck,” she yells, “Your ass is mine.”

[mystic-shadows42]

Drabble: Viewing Pleasure

You had teased him for far too long.

He knew what you were doing by leaving the curtains to your room open as he watched you walking around your room in nothing but lingerie trying on countless clothes.

Every skirt, crop top, dress, and knee-high socks made him harder than he's ever been before. The unusual thing was that he never saw you wear any of those outfits out.

In public, you dressed conservatively. The little private shows you had were for his viewing pleasure only. With your parents gone, Roman was going to make the most of it.

[skarsgard-daydreams]

When his best friend has a migraine, Mateo comes through with half of the products for sale at CVS. He lets himself into your apartment wearing a half-buttoned floral shirt and a pair of shorts that show off his ass. He has six plastic bags in his hands. "I'm supposed to be at the beach right now," he grumbles, but when he sees you laying on the couch with your arm over your eyes, he stops himself from griping. "My head hurts," you whine. Mateo sets the bags on the coffee table and puts his hands on his hips, looking at you like a disappointed dad. "Did you take Excedrin?" he asks. "No," you mumble. "Did you use your nasal spray?" he continues, drumming his hands on his hips. You shake your head. "I couldn't find it," you say in a sheepish voice. Mateo heaves an enormous sigh and the bags rustle as he starts to dig through them. "Every time," he grouses. "What am I gonna do with you?" It's a rhetorical question. You know he's going to play nurse, but first he has to serve up a heaping side of exasperation. He takes out several bottles of pills and supplements, going on about the benefits of magnesium for several minutes as he sets out the pills for you to swallow. Then he hands you a cold bottle of Fiji water. "Drink the whole thing," he tells you. "I'm gonna heat up this eye mask for you, okay?" The edge in his voice has gone away. Soon you're bundled up in a throw blanket, sipping on a green smoothie with a heat pack over your sinuses watching Judge Judy with your best friend. His arm is draped over your shoulder and his date at the beach is long forgotten. "How's your head?" he asks you, rubbing your shoulder idly. "Haven't had any complaints," you say with a grin.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

This song gives me axel and kitten vibes from the beautiful mind of @dreamtherapy. Not the video, just the song with their relationship through the years…

[shhhhhskars]

Idk if you can write about it but... I remembered an interview where Alex said that he is comfortable with being naked, it was the way that he were raised... for instance the reader don't feel the same way as he, whenever they need to be naked around him, he would say nice things, praising them??

disclaimer: hints at some nsfw stuff at the end, couldn’t help myself i rambled and i hope you get the feels ♡ thank you for sending me the ask, i appreciate them all.

oh hell. yes, i absolutely remember that interview and...it gave me all the feelings. first of all, it’s so amusing to me that they grew up like that because, america is  so annoying with nudity, well, it’s just fascinating to be brought up and not put so much weight on that, ya know? and, yes, sure, she’s all for freeing the nip and woman’s rights, but damn- she just wasn’t brought up to be comfortable with her body that way. yeah, she’ll wear a cute swimsuit at the beach, but when she’s leaving, she’ll tug on some denim shorts she packed in their overstuffed beach bag, so people aren’t staring, type of thing. and alex is just, so in awe of her, like, he finds it a little amusing honestly, that a creature so beautiful is sort of...shy, in a sense? 

so when they get home that night, from their little beach day, and she strips out of her denim shorts, he watches her silently. thank god they have hardwood floors in the house because shit, it’s sandy and her skin feels rough and uncomfortable, honestly all she wants is a shower. you know that exhaustion you get from a long day at the beach? when your bones feel tired and all you want is a warm shower and your bed? well, alex doesn’t get that. he’s immune to it, honestly, it’s like the salt water does something to him that just...hypes him? he’s refreshed, recharged, ready to go, an a bit too inquisitive, if you ask her- and she’s tired right now, ready to curl up with him and her book. with some tea, that he preferably made. 

“stop staring, sir.” you said through pursed lips, head slightly tilted. 

“but i like looking at you.” he counters matter-of-factly, a small boyish look in his eye.

that earned a little scoff, folding arms across the chest tightly. wanting to cover whatever you could, you glanced down at the denim shorts pooled by your ankles, and for a second considered grabbing them up, and slowly walking off into the bathroom. but, that freaking look on his face made you clench your legs a little tighter, made your insides melt. there was no denying it, you were soft for him. instead, you stood. they say flight or fight, you frequently opted for the third option, freeze.

he saw your little thought process unfold, he was so damn smart like that- and he could tell from your eye movements that you briefly considered putting your shorts back on, and being done with him. but he knew your responses and well, he hated to see his girl uncomfortable. he got up carefully from the bed, to walk over. holding you firmly from behind, his long, golden arms wrapped around your waist, your back against his chest. his body felt so warm, like the ocean water, and he still smelled like sea salt. “your physique. little marks. your curves. your belly. i love it all.” he murmured into your hair leaving a small kiss there. a sigh of relief escaped your lips, if anything was home, it was this. no man could make you feel so at peace with his words- his compliments were more than compliments, they were a soft form of acceptance, and you knew this man loved and accepted you for everything you had to offer him. those flaws that you always wanted to cover up, he had a way of making you feel like you didn’t have to, if you didn’t want to. never forceful, just loving. 

you were silent, taking in his embrace, soaking in his words. he broke your tranquil state, mumbling a little closer to your ear this time so you could hear him clearly. “you know that, right? ‘it’s the only reason i stare.” a small smile folded over your lips, your felt your cheeks getting hot. you turned around, just as carefully as he got up from the bed just moments before, wrapping your arms around his waist, putting your face close to his as you could while staring up at him. “who told you you could make me blush, sir?” you gave him a soft lingering kiss before pulling away from him. before he had time to scowl about you pulling away, you were pulling him into the bathroom with you and he was tugging at the elastic on the side of your hips. 

[stevesharrlngtons]

"you make me feel things, things I don't know how to describe" w/ Mickey, please.

requests are open !!

“I think you might have the most beautiful hands I have ever seen.” You said with Mickey’s hand laying face up in your lap.

“That can’t possibly be true,” He replied, a bashful smile lighting up his face. 

“It is! I think about these hands in my sleep.” You wrap your fingers around his thumb and squeeze it playfully. 

“You got some weird ass dreams then,” 

“A little. They’re mostly just me frolicking in a meadow with your sexy disembodied hands dancing with me.” 

Mickey gives you a strange look as his lips fight off an emerging smile, “You have to be the weirdest woman I have ever met. I love it.” 

You giggle as Mickey loses his battle against his glowing grin, one that looks even more beautiful in the moonlight. As you gazed at him, you noted that the moving blooms of light on his face from the party lights in the distance only served to enhance this magical moment. 

You and Mickey had an ongoing deal where if one of you was booked for a wedding, you would do your best to get the other in contact with the bride or wedding planner, to get the other a job. It didn’t always work out that way, but when it did you both were ecstatic. Because you loved seeing Mickey on stage with his friends, your beloved hands strumming away on his Fender; and Mickey loved to see your ass in your catering pants (something he would tell you no less than ten times a night). You and Mickey both wanted to spend every minute of every day together, so when your erratic work schedules were able to line up for a night, neither of you could keep the smiles off your faces.

You would steal glances at each other all night, putting on the air of professionalism as you sent each other winks, knowing looks, and mouthed I love you’s. Sometimes if you were lucky, you’d get a moment alone to fully indulge in the other’s presence without the worry of upholding your jobs. Tonight was one of those nights. 

The band was given a half hour break to drink and be merry before they were set to continue to play for the dancing guests. For you, it was late and there was no need for you and your coworkers to be serving food after dinner had finished, the open bar accommodating patrons without the need for waitstaff. So, while Mickey was on a ticking clock, you were done for the evening. You were free to spend the rest of the night ogling him and his guitar playing fingers and fantasize about them running over your skin later in the night. 

You ran the blunt ends of your nails over Mickey’s palm, tracing the crevices and creases that adorned it. If you had any knowledge of palm reading, you were sure his hands held stories of kindness and a heart full of love. You’d never met anyone with the capacity to love like Mickey could. 

You two were sitting in the sand, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore closer than the party, and Mickey was cradling you to his chest. You could feel his breath against your neck and smell it when he kissed your cheek affectionately. Spearmint and champagne. The hand not occupied in your own was pressing against your stomach, drumming a tuneless melody to your white button down. 

You leaned down to press a series of chaste kisses to the center of his palm, nuzzling your nose to his elegant fanned fingers. Mickey hummed contently deep in his chest, something that made your stomach erupt in flutters. You loved when he enjoyed your affections.

“You make me feel things,” You say to the inside of his hand, your voice slightly muffled, “Things I don’t know how to describe.” 

Because how could you ever begin to explain the full depth of your undying love for him? You couldn’t find words strong enough, beautiful enough or words that sounded right coming off your tongue in a passionate confession. You hoped to one day find a song or a poem or a painting that you could point to and tell Mickey that, this piece of art, was enough! It was better than enough to fully encapsulate your adoration for him, something your simple minded words were incapable of doing. Though, that day had yet to come, but you never stopped looking. 

“I know, me too,” Mickey mutters as you come back to lay against his chest, “But it’s ok. We’ll figure it out one day.” 

“For now,” He whispers, “I love you is enough.”

You nod and wrap his long arms tighter around yourself, wanting to feel every inch of him in this moment as you watched the waves and felt the sand beneath your feet. You could hear the tinny sound of speakers from the wedding in the distance, an old love ballad playing until Mickey and his boys went back on stage. Mickey seemed to know it, as he hummed it to your skin and kissed a trail of barley there kisses to the expanse of your exposed neck. 

There was a loud commotion from the party that pulled you and Mickey from your moment. The bride had just thrown the bouquet and was giggling with glee with the bridesmaid who had caught it. 

“Baby? Do you think that’ll ever be us?” Mickey asked, placing a kiss behind your ear.

“That’s up to you, mister. You already know what my answer will be.” You replied with an upward tilt to your lips. 

Mickey hummed, “Good to know. Note to self to get right on it.” 

“But I don’t want a wedding like that, I want it to just be us.” You said, burrowing closer to his chest. 

“Just me, you and the beach. Just the three of us and an officiant dressed like Elvis,” Mickey chuckled. 

And to anyone else it would be a joke, a light tease, but to you it sounded perfect. It was just so, you and Mickey. Mickey and you. The only thing that mattered in the world. 

“Some dude in full Elvis attire on a beach somewhere, then a two year honeymoon.” You said, your smile returning. 

“Baby, you read my mind.” Mickey said, craning around your head to reach your lips to give you a proper kiss. 

A chaste kiss of his pink petal lips to your own, softer than silk and sweeter than candy.

When you parted, you both shared a loving gaze, one where words were not needed. 

You resettled against Mickey’s chest, he adjusted his arms around your middle and you went back to playing with his hands. Just running out the remaining time of his break, tracing your name written in swooping black ink of the back of his hand.

feedback is appreciated <333

[ill-skillsgard]

Hey doll, could you do a continuation kind of of the the drabble you did where Roman's fbuddy just wanted to kiss him, nothing else? And in this one could it be like they're kissing and Roman thinks its the same as last time where she doesn't want to go farther so he just sits there and lets her kiss him and she's just like uhm hi fuck me please

His legs were wide open. She pretended like she wasn't staring, but they both knew she was. Roman patted his knee and she scrambled onto his lap.

"You look so handsome today," she told him between pecks.

He merely smiled at the sound of her compliment. She gave them often, and Roman didn't always have to thank her. Every day held a version of the same endearment, yet he never grew weary of hearing her voice.

Her lips were the only ones that got him feeling romantic and gentlemanly. Roman learned a while ago that if she wanted kisses, that meant kisses. If she wanted more, well, he would have to guess. But he was happy with kisses. Just kisses.

Until she pulled back in frustration. His lips puckered in mid-air, cold from the space.

"Why aren't you touching?" She placed his hands on her hips.

"You told me not to when we're just kissing."

"But I want more than that now. I mean... Please?"

A warmth spread over his body when she wound her hips around in a circle.

"Oh, I see how it is. What if I want kisses only?"

"What?" She pulled away, surprised to think he wasn't in the mood for once.

"I'm kidding, princess. Come here."

[halfway-happyyy]

Love Like This

AN: Basically you’re stuck in quarantine and you’re reflecting on the things that make Alexander who he is. Oh, you’ve also got some pretty fantastic news for him.

Cotton candy clouds of fluff.

“Saturday nights used to look a hell of a lot different than this one, didn't they?”

Where once there were movie premiers to attend, award shows to be embarrassingly proud at, cocktails to be sipped, friends to laugh with… you are at home for the foreseeable future.

Alexander glances up from his phone to beam at you. “Maybe so. But this happens to be one of the better Saturday evenings I've had.”

“Yeah? And why is that?”

Alexander shrugs. “I'm with my best friend.”

It’s currently late into the evening and a soft rain patters gently against the glass kitchen windows. Alexander's just finished his second glass of chardonnay and he's leant over the gleaming marble counter top, phone clutched in his hand. He's tired tonight; keeps squinting down at the content on his phone and letting out long yawns every few minutes. As you take in all six foot four of his frame, from the unkempt quarantine hair and the five o’clock (almost six now) shadow forming on his face, to the worn sweatpants hanging low on his hips… you reflect silently on the things you know to be certain about the elder Swede before you.

The first thing that comes to mind is his complete adoration for his family. It never ceases to make you feel suddenly warm and fuzzy inside just thinking of it. He frequently tells you how excited he is to get the two of you back to Sweden when this is all over- “Just you and I and the rest of the family on our little island.” Last night he spent over two hours happily talking to Gustaf while he nursed a couple of his favourite beers. This morning you both had the pleasure of having facetime pancakes with his mother, the memory of it causes you to smile softly to yourself.

“Whatcha smiling about over there, kid?” Alexander pipes up.

“Your mum,” and your heart sings as you watch the grin bloom across his face.

The next thing is his intense love of coffee. Being someone who travels more than the average person, he has become quite the caffeine connoisseur. There is actually a cupboard in the corner of the kitchen dedicated to bags of exotic beans he's found along his travels and it isn't uncommon for the first thing you hear in the morning to be the muffled whir of his ever-coveted machine in the corner next to the spice rack.

“What on earth is that?”

“What's what, kid?”

You gestured to the pile of expensive looking metal beneath the kitchen window.

“That… thing.”

Alexander scoffed in mild offence. “That thing, is my new baby. That thing roasts coffee beans like hot damn. Starbucks could never,” He hissed under his breath.

You're pretty sure you could write a book of all of things you know to be true about him. That he loves nothing more sometimes than to stroll anonymously around the city. That he'll spend an entire day pouring through a book if it's good enough. That there is a small wooden box next to your bed that is chock-full of hand written love letters from him. Some are written on airplane napkins in his slightly shaky, but still signature scrawl and some are on luxuriously thick paper purchased from a stationery shop in Siena. You know and adore the way his accent thickens when he's had a little too much to drink. (He's definitely been guilty of forgetting that your Swedish is still quite rusty, yet attempting to launch into full-on conversations with you regardless of that fact.) Or the way his cerulean gaze lightens or darkens depending on his mood.

Alexander sighs tiredly and hoists his arms high above his head in a stretch. He yawns and pockets the phone in his pants. “I'm going to start getting ready for bed, kid. You coming?”

His bedtime routine varies from night to night. Some nights he starts out reading; could be a novel someone's suggested to him or a script he's been sent. Whatever it is, his brain has a habit of running away on him from time to time and settling into a good chapter is a sure-fire way to have him sleepy within the hour. Some nights he's intent on making you feel amazing; he'll spend hours between your legs, taking his sweet time. Other nights, particularly if he's just been home after a long shoot, he simply holds you close to him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you kid.”

It's a mantra he only whispers when he's missed you more than he can say.

“Yeah baby. I'll be up in a few minutes.”

You drain what's left of your tea and make sure everything's turned off in the kitchen. Alexander is perched on his side of the bed when you enter the room. You marvel at the way his back muscles ripple and flex in the low lamplight as he stretches before bed. You’ve told him numerous times in the past how beautiful he is, but most of the time he just laughs it off.

“Couldn't hold a candle to you, kid.”

You pad over to the bed to undress, trying in vain to ignore the sudden prickle of nerves in your belly. Alexander is already waiting for you, arms outstretched for you to fall into. You settle into him as you have thousands of times before, and each time never fails to feel like coming home. You know his scent; a heady mix of body wash, cologne and sweat. You have memorized the sound of his heartbeat and the way it makes you feel when it beats against your shoulder blade. “Saturday nights are about to look a lot different than they do now, Alex.”

One thing, and maybe it’s the thing that stands out the most to you, is how much Alexander loves children. He's always had a way with them; they flock to him in droves. Your heart thrums in your chest when you think of the first time he got to meet his baby niece, or the hundreds of facetimes he’s had with his younger brothers. It's possible that this has everything to do with him being the elder brother of seven other siblings, but he's simply just a natural with them. Where his patience often lacks with adults, he never fails to make time for kids and it's never been a secret he's tried to hide. In fact, it was one of the first things he revealed about himself when you first began seeing him.

“I'd love a big family in the future. That seems like the ultimate dream, doesn't it? Waking up every morning to the sound of tiny, barefoot pitter-patters?”

You couldn't deny the way his glassy blue orbs lit up like a Christmas tree at the mere mention of his own family someday.

“I know I'm going to be a father someday. I don't doubt that it's going to be difficult and terrifying beyond all measure but I do know that it’s going to be the most important role of my life… and I really just can't wait for it.”

Alexander somehow knows exactly what you mean without further elaboration. He sits up straight in bed and pats your arm twice so you can follow suit. Instinctively, his large, warm hands travel to the bump that is mere months away from making an appearance in your belly. He swallows hard and clears his throat, you notice the way his lips quiver ever so slightly before he asks, “Are we?”

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch tears brim in the corners of his eyes. “Yeah Alex, we are.”

He tilts his head back and, you doubt you'll ever forget the sound of his laugh or the way the tears roll down his cheeks in unbelievably happy streams. After a while he drops his head to your belly and proceeds to pepper dozens of kisses over the expanse of your exposed skin. He stays like that for what feels like hours; and when he finally gazes back up at you, he's beaming so wide he puts sunshine to shame. 

“Can't wait to tell the family, kid.”

[breazy18]

Can I request some overworked roman ? He’s been stuck at the tower long nights and when date night rolls around he falls asleep on the couch while you get ready, so you let him sleep and he wakes up fussy I love soff Roman

Roman had been overly busy at the tower for the past week, he started most of his days around 6 in the morning, and has recently been finishing them around midnight or sometimes even later. There are many nights where I am without him falling asleep with me in our bed. We had been without a lot of contact with one another for the past week since he is working insane hours, but our usual Friday date night was in place and I was beyond excited to get some time with him.

I walked down the stairs and found Roman sitting in the library a book propped open, and him laying on the couch reading it. “What is the plan for tonight?” I softly spoke walking over to the couch. He marked his place in the book and looked up at me. “Well, I figured we could do dinner...-“he raised his watch up to his face, “-since it is 4:30, we can leave at 5:30?” He questioned. I nodded and began up the stairs to get ready.

I figured a dress would be appropriate tonight so I searched through my closet and soon after got into the shower, I wanted to look perfect tonight, we hadn’t had much time together so tonight was important.

I did my makeup and my hair and smoothed out the navy-blue dress I had picked and accessorized with the pearl necklace Roman had gotten me a few months ago for my birthday.

I began down the stairs and had realized Roman hadn’t made his way up to check on me and the clock now read 5. I peeked around the corner to look into the library and saw Roman lying there, book now closed on the table and him asleep. His face calm and peaceful, different from what it usually is. I began back up the stairs to dress myself in comfortable clothes, date night wasn’t needed, just time with him.

After getting comfy, I made my way back down to the library and laid down next to him, gently running a finger along the scar on his cheek, gazing at his perfect lips. His eyes gently opened. “Y/N, what’re you doing?” He gently took my hand into his and groaned. “Nothing Roman.” I whispered. “You aren’t dressed.” He fussed. “We don’t need to go out, lets just stay in and cuddle.” I suggested. He sighed and groaned once more wrapping my up in his arms and squeezing. This was my happy place, where I belong, in his arms. “Oh, my love, how I love you my Y/N.” He whispered. “I love you much, much more Roman.” I smiled. “Impossible my love.” He kissed my lips and we drifted off into our state of bliss.

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