#but also there's just Something. very captivating in his moves. dreamy sigh

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hongjoong @ 210916 deja vu

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Hi!!! I just read your Wonka fics and they're all so sweet and I love them so much. I was wondering if I could request a certain fic? Here me out,,,,

So basically since there were only 6 bedrooms at the laundry place, the reader had their own room before Willy came but once he came the reader got switched to share rooms with Noodle since that's who they're closest too. The reader doesn't have their own bed for a few days until after they slowly(?) get closer to Willy, and build up the courage to walk to Willy's room in the middle of the night and ask to sleep with him. Nothing but sweet fluff.

Bonus points if Noodle catches them cuddling the next morning while they're asleep. :)))

Midnight Encounters [W. W]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

note: first, I have to say that I LOVED this as soon as I read it. I'm honestly afraid I haven't done this wonderful idea justice, so whoever asked for this, I'm very grateful. This is my favorite so far!

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

Scrubitt's wonderful building only had six rooms, and when a seventh guest (a forced worker, actually) arrived, you had to figure out a way to make it work. You and Noodle had no problem sharing a place due to your familiarity and that, of course, you were the youngest, to give the new laundry employee a bed of his own.

Mr. Wonka was a most peculiar man, who had gained your attention immediately and, as the days passed, also your affection. It was something like love at first sight, if there was such a thing, and you didn't know if it was due to his charismatic personality, his beauty, or his completely dreamy aura that had captivated you. Whatever it was, it was clear that every time he approached you let out a nervous sigh and he seemed to react the same way to your presence; somehow you knew he felt the same way, you didn't even know why, you just felt it. 

A good amount of time passed, enough for the two of you to share stories in the long hours you had to spend working, and trust was added to the list of things between you. You thought that the bond that was born between you could also be because you two were similar in age compared to the rest, who were younger or older. You suddenly started to enjoy chatting with him, he became the first one you looked for in the crowd and you also allowed him to help you from time to time, even if it was small things, just to be with him a little more. 

That was why that night, after thinking about it for so many hours, you slipped out of your shared bed with Noodle, ready to go out through the hallway in search of a little warmth to shelter you while you slept. Because if anything was true, it was that the little girl's room had always been colder than yours and you weren’t a person particularly fond of this condition. On the contrary, you would say that as soon as a little wind blew through the window your entire body was already shaking in protest, to the point that it had become unbearable to live through it.

You advanced automatically and when you reached the door of your old room there was a second of hesitation, where all the possible results for what you were about to do passed through your mind; some were more favorable than others, however, you knew that you wouldn't find out what was really going to happen until you dared to cross into the room. Would Willy be upset? you asked yourself. You just hoped you didn't scare him.

You carefully turned the knob, which had once been gold but was now only copper, and you were thankful that it didn't have a lock. There was definitely no time to chicken out, you knew when you watched the boy curled up on the bed move slightly, as if the air that had sneaked in through the door had bothered him.

You noticed that he was wearing only his light white shirt and a pair of pants, without shoes or socks. There was a certain vulnerability in the scene, almost like an invitation for you to take a couple of steps and simply slip into his arms and sleep peacefully. How would he feel? Would his skin be soft? Cozy? Would that grip be enough to help you get your long-awaited rest?

You closed the door behind you and the soft click it made was enough to wake the man, as if that had warned him of the intruder who had sneaked into his room. He sat bolt upright on the bed and squinted to peer through the darkness.

"Who is it?"

“It's me, Willy” you responded and upon hearing your voice he visibly relaxed. However, when he asked himself the reason for your nocturnal visit, he returned to alert state.

"What happened? Everything is alright?"

You had no valid reason to be there. Or maybe you had it, but it wasn't something you could explain to the man without exposing yourself, or exposing your feelings. Even if that were the case, you thought that it would sound absurd to confess to him that you were there just because you wanted to discover what it felt like to have him close to you, to feel his breath close to your face, to be sheltered by his body...

“Y/N?” he spoke again, probably because he thought you hadn't heard him the first time. He was afraid it was an emergency so you were there, not imagining anything of what was going through your head.

You finally found your voice, deep inside your chest, and were able to offer him an answer:

"I'm cold"

You honestly didn't know what else to say and deep down you hoped that was enough, but even so, Willy got up still sleepy and stumbled to reach you. 

“Oh, do you need a blanket?” he asked, while he could put his hands at your sides, holding your arms. His curls were messy and there were traces of sleep on his face. “Or would you prefer that I change rooms with you and Noodle? I wouldn't mind, although you should have told me before. If I had known, I could…”

"May I stay here?" you interrupted him. Your voice was a whisper in the darkness and he was still holding you, looking down at you with slight concern “With you?”

For a second he thought he was hearing you wrong and if he had heard correctly, he thought that perhaps he had not understood what you were trying to tell him. You looked disheveled and wore lighter clothing than usual, but he couldn't help but notice the innocence that bathed your face. You looked so pure and pretty that he felt dizzy, which only increased at the possibility that you were suggesting sleeping there; in the same bed… together.

“Huh… Are you sure?” he asked and instantly felt stupid. He just hoped it wouldn't scare you away.

“I guess I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, right?” you replied, a smile escaping your lips. Suddenly the thought of him not wanting this came to your mind, realizing that it was completely valid “But if you don't want…”

“No,” he murmured, taking his turn to interrupt you. “It's okay if you want to stay here, I don't mind. I also feel a little cold”

If that was just to make you feel better, it didn't matter, after all you knew from the look on you that he wanted to do this just as much as you did. Well, it was that and the way his hand moved up your arm until it reached your face, where he brushed away a chunk of your hair and then kindly caressed your cheek. It was a gentle, loving, and sincere touch. 

Without waiting any longer, you walked between the buckets that stopped the leaks and the man followed you obediently, until the two of you were sitting on the mattress. It was small and worn, with barely enough room for a body to move freely, there was a thin blanket over it and a pillow that covered the entire length of the headboard.

“You look tired,” you pointed out, feeling a slight guilt for having snatched him from his sleep.

“I am a little,” he replied, while he yawned and rubbed one eye as if he wanted to corroborate what he was saying.

You wanted to have the courage to grab his face and kiss him right there, but you didn't dare; it had been too much, you had to control your impulses or you would end up scaring the poor boy to death.

“We have to sleep, then”

Willy motioned for you to take the inside of the bed and when you were lying down he imitated you, forced by the lack of space to position himself a few centimeters from your entire body. You felt small, not physically, but metaphorically, and his attentive gaze and playful expression didn't help much.

"Are you comfortable?"

“Mjm,” you hummed affirmatively.

You felt him stir next to you and then he spread the blanket over you, hoping that would ease whatever had ailed you in the first place. One of his hands began to move down and up your arm in an attempt to give you a little more warmth, which worked perfectly after a few seconds. You felt so spoiled by him.

You were silent for a moment, in which he didn’t dare to look at you for fear that you could read in his expression how nervous he had become. He didn’t expect your visit and feared he was dreaming, although his hand touching you kept him certain that this wasn’t the case.

“I assume I was your first choice for this, was I?”

“You were my only option” you relieved, in a low voice. You weren't going to lie to him, if you had already managed to sneak between his sheets you wanted him to know that you were only thinking about him “I thought your arms would be warm. And I think I wasn’t wrong”

Almost as if your words had been an incentive, he closed the distance even more, placing one of his arms under your head so you could use it as a pillow and using the other to surround your body. Your face felt red and you thought you would die of embarrassment, but instead you just buried your head in his chest. He smelled like chocolate and soap.

“Hey,” he whispered suddenly and you pulled your head out of its comfortable spot to respond.

"Yeah?"

Again he surprised you when you felt that you received a fluffy kiss on the forehead before an answer, managing to add even more color to the skin of your cheeks.

“I just wanted to see your face. Rest"

Would it be possible not to when you were sheltered by such a sweet man, who held you with the care of holding a piece of porcelain? You highly doubted it, to be honest.

Your response was only your arm stretching out from the blanket that covered you to surround his waist and thus become practically fused with him. It didn't take you long to feel the full weight of fatigue settling on you and thanks to the rhythmic beat of his heart, you fell completely asleep, now without a single problem to be able to rest.

In your dreams you thought you heard his voice, but you couldn't make out what he was telling you, and at some point during the night you tangled your legs with his, thus eliminating any remains of the distance you had with him.

Very early in the morning Noodle soon noticed that someone was missing in bed, and although at first she thought you had just decided to get up a little early, she got worried when she went out to look for you and couldn't find you anywhere. The girl wondered if something had happened to you, if you had escaped or even if the mistress had locked you in the closet, just like she did with her. She thought that she had to tell someone about your absence and then she believed that the best candidate would be Willy, because she knew that he would share her concern and help her look for you without any complaints.

She crossed the hallway with her bare feet until she reached the boy's room and once there, she knocked on the door twice.

“Willy?” she called out to him, but there was no answer. That's why she knocked two more times “Willy? Are you there?"

Noodle waited a few seconds for the door to open, but it didn't, and that worried the girl again. What if he had disappeared too? She didn't want to waste time and to find out she turned the doorknob, expecting to see an empty room. But her surprise was great when she looked at what was really behind the door.

It was obvious that the blows had woken the man, so when he looked directly at her he had already put a finger to his mouth to tell her to keep quiet. The girl noticed that there was a bundle curled up next to him, holding him firmly and with its head buried in the crook of his neck, but she opened her eyes widely when she recognized the pattern of the pants that was under the sheet.

At least the problem of your whereabouts had been solved.

"Is…?"

“Yes, but she's asleep,” Willy responded quickly, whispering, “Be good and let her rest, okay? There is still a little while before the laundry opens.”

She nodded, confused and surprised, and waved goodbye to him, closing the door carefully. Noodle smiled to herself as she returned to her room, while she thought that, with any luck, from now on it would be someone else who would have to share the bed with you.

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💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

To start I'll just state how each RO feels about love at first sight and just romantic relationships in general. Then I'll list some traits that they find attractive.

Roxanne/Robbie: Ro definitely believes in lust at first sight, but love not so much. They want someone who can role with the punches. Someone who is dynamic enough to be on their level in the midst of the chaos and during their more relaxed moments. A little list: adventurous, confident, direct, genuine, and cheeky.

Joleen/Johnny: Jo, as freethinking as they are does not believe in love at first sight. Love and trust have to be earned. They need someone who is patient enough to move slow, someone willing to take the lead. A little list: loyal, perceptive, patient, curious, and fun loving.

Delphine/Desmond: De believes in something more than lust but not quite love at first sight. The feeling of just knowing that a person is going to be important later on. De is naturally nurturing and usually ends up taking care of others, so having a partner who is also willing to take care of them is really important. A little list: caring, freethinking, cute, humorous, and dynamic.

Rina/Ren: R doesn't believe in love at first sigh, because nothing ever comes that easy. R needs someone who can bring them out of there shell, and also get cozy inside of it. They want someone who understands their priorities and boundaries, and is ready to work on incorporating romance into their life in a way that works for both of them. A little list: considerate, active, ambitious, sweet, and perceptive.

Everly/Everett: Eve does believe in love at first sight. They want someone who is just as ambitious in love as they are in life. Not that they've been thinking about love since they're so focused on the future. They need someone to bring the romance with no subtlety in sight. A little list: romantic, forward, witty, dreamy, and optimistic.

Karla: Karla doesn't believe in love at first sight but the place between, similar to how De feels. She is a very open person and while she doesn't have a strict type she does prefer people that are similar to her in some way. Someone easygoing and drama free. A little list: open, loveable, honest, captivating, and soft.

Faye: Faye really wants to believe in love at first sight, but with her luck in love she just isn't so sure. She tends to be overly accommodating due to her past, so she need someone who will help her realize that she doesn't have to please everyone. Someone that makes her feel secure enough to just focus on those who truly care about her. A little list: spontaneous, giving, self-assured, good-natured, and insightful.

Sebastien: Sebastien completely believes in love at first sight. He falls hard and he falls fast. Seb loves love and all the ups and downs that come with it. He may be impulsive, but he's also intuitive, always trusting his gut. So he feels that when he knows, he knows. A little list: passionate, perceptive, flexible, daring, and curious.

Maxine: Max doesn't believe in love at first sight. The idea of it seems nice and it's fine for movies, but it just isn't realistic. Max thinks that having a sturdy foundation of friendship is a better starting point for any relationship. A little list: fun loving, warm, reliable, innovative, and balanced.

Silas: Silas doesn't believe in love at first sight. He's seen friends get hurt by pursuing love and romance and he's not sure he wants to take a chance on love. He's not completely closed off, but he is picky when it come to his type. He needs someone that he can really connect with someone whos willing to wait and grow with him. A little list: charismatic, realistic, ambitious, mature, and persuasive.

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Johnny smut#4

Hello lovely anon. Thank you so much for this request, again, i’m sorry for the long wait but i didn’t want to write this when i didn’t have much motivation and then have it turn out any less than perfect. I hope it���s worth the wait for you and that you enjoy it.

Also a lil A/N for everyone: To everyone who has requested, i’m gonna get back on it and try and get at least 2 or 3 out per week if possible. I lost motivation for a hot minute but i’m back. I love you all so much. Also, part 7 to only love can hurt like this will be up sometime in the next week or so. I’m still working on it but i already can’t wait for you all to read.

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

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Prompt #4: “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught”

Warning: Smut, explicit content, sexual intercourse, hair pulling, choking, mouth covering and swearing. 18+

Word Count: 5,160

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

Best Friends Brother

As your eyes glance around the beautiful garden filled with white chairs either side of the aisle with flower arrangements all the way to the alter. You can’t help but feel utterly enchanted by the scene, it’s stunning. However, you’re in the wrong place right now, Sue specifically asked you to meet her out back to help her get ready but as soon as you turnaround to head there, you bump into Johnny of all people.

To put it simply, Johnny isn’t exactly your favourite person and you’re not his either. Well, that’s a lie. When around others you don’t get along, you don’t hate each other you just don’t really have much to say since he’s always so cocky and you’re his older sisters best friend. But behind closed doors, the sexual chemistry is off the charts and you’ve spent too many nights tangled up in his sheets to count on two hands.

No one knows about your late night rendezvous though, especially Sue. And she can never find out. It would hurt her. You’re her best friend and Johnny is her little brother. So it’s a secret and it will always remain one.

“Wow” his lips curl up into a genuine smile as his eyes take in your figure in the floor length  dark purple bridesmaid dress you have on “you look, great” he says as he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth, clearly unable to stop those dirty thoughts running wild in his head.

“Just great?” you ask, brow raising slightly before you chuckle and move to walk past him but he grabs your arm just in time to stop you from going anywhere “not just great, but gorgeous. In fact if this wasn’t my sisters wedding then i’d say you were the best looking one here” he turns his head in your direction, his dreamy blue eyes meeting yours, both filled with lust and need. But you can’t do this here. Today is Sue and Reed’s day.

“Johnny” you whisper lazily, the feel of his skin on yours makes you shiver with desire for him to fill you up, kiss you and make you cum around his cock multiple times but that will have to wait. You really need to snap out of this. So you do, you blink and look back up at him before slowly pulling away from “Sue needs me now, i have to go” and just like that he’s behind you, watching as you walk away. Mostly just to watch the way your ass moves in that dress. You can’t say you blame him though, your ass does look good.

The second you step foot indoors you hear Sue moaning about anything and everything to who sounds like Alicia.

“Your saviour is here” you announce and Sue turns around, beaming at you and you can’t help but stare at her. She looks absolutely breathtaking and her dress is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. She looks just like a princess.  Alicia then leaves to go and check on Ben, leaving you two to it.

“Sue, you look amazing” tears brim in your eyes, drowning out your vision, she spots it immediately, rushing to hand you a tissue “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup”

You take it from her, dabbing underneath your eyes before taking the eyeliner from her to re do what couldn’t be saved in time “i can’t believe you’re finally getting your big day” you finish zipping up her dress before helping her out with her veil.

“Well i’ve waited long enough” she laughs as you finish up and you turn her round so she can look at herself in the mirror.

“Now, i just need to finish my make-up. Help a girl out?”

You don’t even bother to respond, instead you start helping, picking up her bag of products. Her foundation is done so it’s just her eye makeup and lipstick that’s left to do. You go with a nice subtle smokey eye with a little silver glitter on top. Then to finish it off you apply some nude lip gloss to her lips before leaving her to do her own mascara, you would hate to mess it up after all.

“Oh i forgot to check with you, is Johnny outside?”

Even the mention of his name has an obvious effect on your body and it’s something you’ve never been able to control but instead of letting it show, you put your poker face on, clearing your throat and mumbling a quick “yes” and thank god she doesn’t catch on or say anything. You must have hid it well.

“Right, ladies the guests are arriving now and Reed is helping them all to their seats so are you ready?” Johnny pokes his head into the room and Sue nods, letting out a deep breath.

He glances at you before Sue walks over to him to make their way to the other room in which she’s going to be leaving out of to walk down the aisle, leaving you standing there sighing.

Guess it’s time for you to take your own place too. You follow closely behind them and then you and Alicia wait for your queue to go, she goes first, then you. Flowers in hand, smiling around at all of the guests, every one of them dressed up in bright colours, wedding hats galore. And as you take your place next to Alicia at the side of the alter, you watch your best friend walk down the aisle with pride. She means the world to you and if there’s one person who’s the most deserving of happiness, it’s her.

Reed wipes away tears as she stands next to him and you feel your heart melting, more tears forming. Johnny watches you from across the way, wiping your own tears of joy before his focus shifts to the vows.

Sometimes he gets urges to ask you out on a date but as quickly as those urges form, they fade. There’s not a chance in hell of you saying yes to him and he knows it. He’s just a hookup and he’s no stranger to half platonic relationships. He’s never particularly been one for commitment anyway but something about you changes his mind. Since you’ve been Sue’s best friend for god knows how long now, he’s watched many guys come and go in and out of your life. He’s watched and even listened to the many times Sue has held you whilst you cried and to tell the truth, he’s never been able to fathom why anyone would ever want to hurt you. Why anyone would ever cheat or leave you. He always had the biggest crush on you and it’s never left. 

Hence why one day he made a move, giving you his best cheesy pick up line at a party Sue threw one weekend. But you ignored him, it was only 2 hours into the party and you weren’t drunk enough to be taking him seriously. However, multiple drinks and shots later, he tried his luck again, and he hit the jackpot. You took him up on his offer. Whilst Sue was in the other room trying to clean up after her guests, you were in Johnny’s room, stripping off in-between heated open mouthed kisses.

It’s pretty obvious where that lead and the next day, you were so mad at yourself for letting it get that far. You cursed alcohol and your stupid brain as you quickly re dressed, repulsed at yourself and your actions. That’s when Johnny shot up, trying his best to make you stay, shutting the door as you tried to open it and standing in the way. You made eye contact with the player and he kissed you. You can’t recall anything else other than feeling captivated by him. His lips moved in sync with yours like they were always made to touch and you couldn’t control the way your body yearned for more.

And the rest is history. Since then you’ve been late night texting and meeting up whenever you could to hook up. Johnny eventually got his own apartment too which only lead to more often than not, the pair of you fucking like rabbits.

It hasn’t just been hookups though, as much as you’d love to lie and pretend that it doesn’t mean a thing, it does. You like Johnny, of course you do. He’s actually the only guy that’s ever been able to make you cum. The only guy who isn’t completely selfish in bed. He makes it all about you, every dam time and you feel torn when it comes to him. A huge part of you knows the two of you feel something deeper and more than just sex. You feel something more intimate. It’s definitely not love but it could be, one day.

Before you know it, you’re ripped from your Johnny themed thoughts as everyone starts cheering and clapping. You join in, watching Reed kiss Sue passionately before the two of them walk back up the aisle. You, Alicia, Johnny and Ben all follow behind with the guests joining in.

The reception is just inside and as soon as you all enter, the music begins. The real old school music. You’re The One That I Want from Grease. The DJ really has a way of luring everyone onto the dance floor right away. Usually at weddings, everyone sits down drinking and chilling before the buffet food comes out but not this wedding.

Sue grabs your hand and the two of you re enact the classic Sandy and Danny scene, overly dramatic though of course and unbeknownst to you, Johnny is watching your every move, unable to stop himself grinning like a cheshire cat. It’s very clear you’re having the time of your life and all he wants is to be able to dance with you.

Once the song is over, you walk around the room to look for the table that you’re going to be sitting at until you hear “over here” and you know that voice anywhere. You turn around to find Johnny sat down, a large glass of wine next to his beer. He ordered for you? Why?

“You’re next to me, hope that’s okay” he stands up, helping you into your chair and tucking it in for you before taking his seat again and sliding the glass of wine to you.

“White wine is still your favourite, right?” nerves fill his voice as he keeps his eyes locked on you “yes, it is. You remembered. Thank you” you waste no time in taking a big gulp of it, you can practically feel yourself getting aroused just by sitting next to the man and to think you’re going to have to deal with it the whole day is torture.

You press your thighs together, trying your hardest to stop whatever is happening in its tracks.

“You not going to dance some more?” he asks, sitting back in his chair, one arm draped round the back of yours “maybe in a minute, i’m still recovering from the first one” you giggle nervously, scared of being seen with him. Sure, you were put with him by Sue herself but what if your farce comes apart now, after all, he is being nice to you and the resting bitch face is missing instead a happy expression has taken its place.

Maybe no one will notice since it’s Sue’s big day, that could be the excuse you use if anyone says anything but then again, why should you care to make excuses? If you enjoy his company that shouldn’t be an issue. Maybe Sue won’t care. She’s always wanted Johnny to settle down with someone nice and you’re nice, right? She’s also wanted you to find someone too. But her best friend and brother getting together probably isn’t what she had in mind.

The song Crazy In Love by Beyonce comes on and Sue practically summons you to the dance floor, so you down the rest of your wine before you rush over to join her. Skipping the regular moves, you and Sue both start dancing like it’s just the two of you. No move off limits as you both grind your hips in circles, shaking your asses and laughing your heads off. She is the only person in this world that can make you laugh like that and you feel incredibly lucky to have her and to be here for her big day.

As your moves get more risqué you catch Johnny adjusting his cock in his dress trousers before drinking more of his beer.

The tension is building within you and you’ve never had to fight temptation so much in the whole year that you two have been doing this. You’re usually very good at waiting and making him wait for it but right now, it’s too hard. The next song that comes on is Check On It by Beyonce, again.

The more of the song that you dance to, you notice the lyrics surprisingly match your situation and a wave of confidence drenches you like rain.

If you got it flaunt it, boy I know you want it While I turn around you watch me check up on it Oh you watchin me shake it, I see it in ya face Ya can't take it, it's blazin’, you watch me in amazement

You continue to show off your best assets, making sure you tease and wind him up more before you make any kind of move which is what you usually do. Any time the two of you fool around, you make him wait and earn it, but it’s one of many reasons why he loves hooking up with you, you’re not easy, you know your worth and you’re 100% worth the wait.

The song finishes leaving yourself and Sue breathless almost. Reed stalks closer, handing his bride a drink and you head over to the bar to get another for yourself before sitting back down again. The buffet will be available soon and you’re desperate for something to eat. Peckish isn’t the word.

“Hello again” Johnny beams and you sip some more wine, a rather big sip yet again before you respond “hello. Are you gonna sit here the whole night?” you question with genuine curiosity, he only really danced a little when the Grease song was on but that’s about it and you aren’t oblivious to the other women checking him out.

“No i intend to dance i just need to be drunk enough for it first”

“I see, maybe then one of those lovely ladies will get a chance to dance with you” you say, observing one in particular who has been staring non stop.

“Please, i’d rather dance with you”

Your heart skips a beat and dare you say it, your vagina develops one. He’s such a sweet talker.

“You looked good out there, y’know” he motions towards the dance floor as if you didn’t already clock on to what he meant and you can’t deny the way your cheeks start to heat up as you thank him shyly.

That’s when he leans closer to your ear, his arm round the back of your chair again as he rasps “and that ass of yours in this dress, baby you got me so hard” his breath fans your neck as he returns to his normal sitting position but he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches at the dirty comment. He knows all too well the effect he has on you and you know the effect you have on him.

In the past all it’s taken for him is for you to bite your lip and stare him down for him to get hard before. You’re his weakness.

Before you can even go to respond to him though, he clears his throat, tapping away on his phone as he stands up “anyway, if you’ll excuse me, nature calls” he slips his phone back into his pocket, walking away towards the toilets which just so happens to be right behind the DJ.

Your phone buzzes and you check to see a message from him ‘You coming?’ the text reads.

And that alone is enough for you to choke on your own saliva. You quickly sip your drink before standing up yourself and making your way over to the mens toilets. Thank God no one saw you.

“Johnny” you whisper yell until one of the cubicle doors opens, the bigger one at the end. He winks at you as he appears in the doorway and you strut over to him, allowing him to pull you in and lock the door. Your body is flush against his as he starts to kiss your collarbone first. If Johnny is anything it’s a man who loves to savour the moment. He hates quickies and loves to take his time with you.

You’re obviously not the first woman to fall victim to his touch but you’re the only one right now and you’re glad that he’s had experience, it’s clearly made him all the more sensational  in the bedroom.

“Oh” you throw your head back on a quiet moan, hoping not to be too loud despite music blasting outside making it impossible for anyone to hear you.

“Every time you dance, you drive me crazy. Shaking that perfect ass of yours in this dress, making me want you so bad” his lips hover over your sweet spot, his breath fanning it just like it did before.

You wrap your arms loosely round his neck as your back arches and his lips attack your neck like a man possessed, everything about this moment should feel wrong and yet it feels so right. The thought crosses your mind that everyone is out there dancing and most likely eating now all while Johnny is playing with your dress, lifting it up to reveal the new panties that you brought for today. Purple lace to match your dress.

“Oh baby” he groans, tugging on his bottom lip at the sight as his fingers wonder down and slip inside. His cold palm cups your sex making you shiver in surprise before he makes you forget all about it by spinning you around so that you’re pressed against the wall. Caged in by his muscular body as he towers over you.

He presses a chaste kiss to the back of your neck and heat starts to rise to your cheeks, you can’t contain the flustered feeling that fills you. He’s always had a way of being so dominant and stealing all control from you in an instant, since you’re so used to the roles being reversed in your life, he was more than into changing that. And to tell the truth, it’s one of the many reasons that you keep coming back. He pushes you out of your comfort zone in more ways than one.

His fingers play with the flimsy material of your new panties, grazing over your clit multiple times until you’re poking your ass out into his hand. “Someones keen, huh?” his low, raspy and taunting chuckle fills your ear sending shivers up and down your spine and causing goosebumps to form all over your hungry body.

“Please, Johnny” you beg pathetically, once again pushing back against his hand in hopes that he’ll get a move on and touch your properly. Which of course he does. You know he can never resist your charm. All the more reason why he’s slipping your panties to the side now so that his fingers can circle your arousal covered hole, almost dipping into your honey pot but holding back.

“Beg for it” he growls, taking your right earlobe between his teeth and biting down lightly “beg like the good girl i know you are” he continues and you gasp before breathing out a quick plea “p-please touch me Johnny, i need it” as your hands find purchase on the wall.

The feel of his knee spreading your legs apart gets you all the more excited for what’s the come and that’s when he gives you all that you’ve been craving, slipping two thick digits inside of you, coating them in your juices as they hit that spongy spot. He’s never had much trouble when it comes to finding your weak spots, he knows your body inside and out at this point and there’s not a time where you don’t cum when you’re with him.

“That good baby? My fingers getting that little cunt ready for my cock”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in reaction to the pure filth leaving his not so innocent mouth and just as you go to let out a near enough pornographic style moan, throwing your head back too, the restroom door opens making you stop yourself. Footsteps make their way to one of the cubicles that just so happens to be next to the one your in.

Johnny then takes it upon himself to pull his drenched fingers out of you, reaching his hand in front of your face and shoving them into your mouth for you to suck on, using his free hand to undo his belt and now you know that you’re done for. You know exactly what he’s about to do. His cock rests at your entrance, staying there for a second before he slides in. Your walls welcome him in the best way, wrapping around his cock as he splits you open, stretching you beautifully yet again just like he does every time. The all too familiar feeling consumes you.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught” he mutters in hushed tones, switching it up so that his hand is fully covering your mouth, suffocating you as he drags his cock along your warm velvety walls deliciously. Obviously you don’t want to get caught but right now the anticipation of what could happen is enough to make you clamp down around him, earning a hiss.

A noise that obviously catches the attention of whomever is next door to your cubicle since the unsuspecting gentleman speaks up “are you okay in there, man?” shit. It’s Ben. You feel a wave of shame wash over you as Johnny picks his pace up slowly “yeah, everything's fine” he chirps, as if he has all the time in the world to converse when he’s buried balls deep inside of you.

“If you say so” Ben responds before flushing, washing his hands and then leaving the room. Now it’s just the two of you again. Johnny takes full advantage of the alone time by pushing you right up against the wall, your cheek squished against the tiles, his calloused hands splaying across your ass cheeks now and spreading them apart. Only so he can take a good look at the way he disappears into your tight chanel with ease.

“Doing so well baby, taking this cock like a fucking pro” he grunts, wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling your head back with the help of his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the scalp but keeping your whole body pressed into the wall.

Sinful moans escape your mouth and at this point you’re way past the point of caring or trying to be quiet. Unless someone walks in then you’re going to let go and revel in the feel of him. The way his body traps you in makes your clit pulsate, you love being manhandled and you always have but only by him.

Anyone that takes even so much as a look at Johnny, they think ‘player’ and they’d be right but they’d also think he’d never be the type of man to be as filthy as he is in reality. Not only has he got a foul mouth on him but he’s kinky not to mention skilful in more areas than one. Dick and tongue game on point as well as those magical digits of his and the way they dance across your sex both delicately and brutally all at the same time.

You’re certainly not complaining though. 

“Fuck, Johnny” your back arches even more so than it was before as you shakily cry out his name with the kind of want that only he can spur on “what is it baby?”

“Don’t stop, i’m so close” you whimper desperately.

His pace is now rendering on animalistic as he fucks you into the wall with such vigor, wanting nothing more than to feel you come undone all over his cock, something he’ll never grow tired of.

“Come on then baby, give it to me” he eggs you on, keeping one hand wrapped around your neck still, tightening as the seconds tick by whilst his other hand smacks down on your exposed ass cheek, making it wobble a little which earns him a satisfied hum.

The two of you go crazy with you pushing back to meet his thrusts and him spanking your ass, both of you hungry for that release.

All of a sudden though the blaring music coming from outside stops. Making you panic. Johnny on the other hand is so close to reaching his peak and he knows you are too, so he doesn’t bother to stop.

But you hear the faint laughs of the wedding guests before what sounds like the DJ addressing everyone. Fuck. This better not be the speeches. You had one planned and so did Johnny.

He continues to fuck into you, grunting, growling and panting in your ear, driving you closer and closer to that edge. You can feel the coil twisting and turning in your stomach, on the verge of snapping at any second and you don’t think you’ll be able to hold back the noises when it happens.

“Gonna make you cream all over this cock baby and best believe i’ll be filling this sweet cunt up with my cum”

You rest your hand over his around your neck as your whole body starts to shake. You clench around his cock some more and just as you can taste the orgasm, the addition of his fingers pressing down on your clit push you off the edge and your head drops back onto his shoulder. The music starts up again, allowing you to really enjoy this. Your mouth hangs open whilst you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you fall into a pit of ecstasy. You can feel your legs shaking and threatening to give way but luckily for you Johnny moves his hands to your waist, wrapping around you so he can hold you up whilst he comes close to reaching his own end.

“Fuckkkkk, squeezing me so good baby”

You do it again for good measure and sure enough, he twitches inside of you, his hot cum painting your walls just like he said and a fucked out spent smile forms on your face making him laugh when he sees.

He rides the two of you through your highs before his thrusts come to a halt and he slowly pulls out. He then grabs some tissues, dropping to his knees and pressing yet another chaste kiss to your clit this time before cleaning you up. He can see that you’re struggling to stand so the second he’s done he rises to his feet, pulling you flush against him and then proceeding to push you up against the wall.

The two of you stare deep into each others eyes for a couple seconds, both of your chests rising and falling as you try to normalise your breathing. That was certainly an adventurous, dangerous and thrilling experience, one that you won’t be rushing to partake in again anytime soon. But it was amazing to say the least. The way he’s looking at you right now makes you want to throw caution to the wind and kiss him. So you do. You crash your lips to his, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and as expected, he kisses back. His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you even closer if that’s even possible.

“What was that for?” he asks as you come up for air and you shrug, not even sure of what it was yourself. But all you know is you like him and this isn’t just some fling to you, some form of messing around until the two of you get bored. There is a genuine connection there, one that you can’t wait to explore some more.

“I don’t even know” you giggle, pecking his lips again.

Silence falls upon the two of you before he finally blurts out “go out with me” as if he’s telling you rather than asking.

“What?” you furrow your brows in confusion.

“Go out with me, on a date”

“I thought Johnny Storm didn’t do dates” you quip back, raising your brows with a smirk to match “i don’t but i’d like to try if it’s with you” and that alone warms your heart. The same heart that’s been crushed and broken so many times before and it’s almost like he’s mending it. Not that you’re complaining.

You take no longer than a second to think before you’re agreeing and kissing him some more. That’s when the music stops and you both look at each other.

He quickly zips up his pants, doing his belt up again and shrugging his jacket back on before turning back to you. With you both now looking decent again, you get him to check your makeup, he wipes the stray bits of mascara that smudged before kissing your forehead.

He lets you leave first whilst he waits an appropriate 2 minutes before he heads out too. No one suspected a thing and now it’s time for the speeches.

This is definitely going to be a wedding to remember...

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[bureowo]

love confessions | stray kids headcanons (danceracha version)

how they would confess their love for you.

genre: fluff. | word count: ~2k total. | warnings: none.

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a/n: hi i’m back with a new hc post (❀◦‿◦) i’m trying a new format w this one pls let me know how we feel abt it! i really hope you enjoy it ( • ᵕ • )♡ i’ll try to post the other parts soon!! 💗

⊹ minho ⊹

❥ there’s not a chance minho is confessing until he’s absolutely, one hundred percent sure that his feelings for you are reciprocated. it’s just not happening, sorry luv. 😔

❥ that being said, though, he would definitely still dip his toe in the water.

❥ he’d flirt with you, very subtly at first, only to test your reaction; but overtime (and if you don’t show any signs of discomfort) he’d grow more and more daring.

❥ minho’s got a keen eye, taking mental notes of every single compliment or pet name that leaves you flustered or manages to draw out a bashful giggle from within you.

❥ however ! as much as he’s constantly and shamelessly batting his eyes at you, he’s also rather ‘hot and cold’ about it.

❥ it’s not like he’s purposefully trying to keep you on your toes or anything like that, it’s just... sometimes you smile at him so brightly, or you look at him with such a gleam in you eyes..., that his heart feels like it’s being squeezed, compressed against his chest; so he needs to tone it down sometimes, just so he can catch his breath.

❥ it’s one evening when the two of you are hanging out that minho is being uncharacteristically quiet.

❥ you try to make up for his quietude, not wanting to push him if he’s not in a particularly chatty mood, yet, soon enough, you begin running out of topics to blather about.

❥ sure, he chuckles at the little remarks and facial expressions you make as you speak, but the way he’s looking at you makes the hairs all over your body stand on end; there’s just something about it you can’t quite put your finger on.

❥ so you suggest watching a movie. he agrees with a soft grin and you power on your laptop; you read out a few titles, summarizing the plot and commenting on the posters.

❥ but all you get in response is: “whichever you like, y/n.”

❥ you turn around to face minho, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “hey, is everything okay?” he seems taken aback by your question. “it’s just- i don’t know, you’re being kinda... silent” you trail off.

❥ “it’s okay if it’s just that!” you add quickly, your words almost jumbling together. “if you just don’t wanna talk- it’s alright, i just- i care about you, so... yeah...”

❥ your face feels so warm you think you could burst into flames at any given moment.

❥ minho looks down, gnawing on his lip and fingers fumbling with each other for what feels like an eternity; your stomach churns every time he sighs.

❥ eventually, he peers at you through his lashes, and you swear you catch a glimpse of a rosy blush ghosting over his cheekbones for the fraction of a second.

❥ “y/n, i-” he stalls, his hands still fidgeting restlessly on his lap. “i'm fine, i just- i love you.”

❥ all your motor functions seem to stop working at once (did he really just say that??).

❥ “what?” you gape at him, voice small and eyes doe.

❥ “i love you, y/n.” he repeats. “and i care about you too, a lot.” minho’s gaze pierces straight through yours and your heart rate raises to a hundred beats per minute.

❥ “minho-” your head is spinning so fast you don’t even know what you’re saying, but when you feel his fingers intertwining with yours, it’s like the words draw themselves out of your mouth. “i love you too.”

❥ and the way he beams at you so radiantly before leaning in to press his mouth over yours makes you feel a way you’ve never felt before.

❥ (you did end up watching a movie, although neither of you paid much attention to it, finding each other’s lips to be much more captivating.)

⊹ hyunjin ⊹

❥ poor little bub, he’d get so nervous once he actually commits himself to confessing his feelings for you, you’d end up thinking he’s purposefully avoiding you.

❥ but he just wants it to be absolutely perfect you know? like, straight out of a movie scene, so he just needs time to map out the perfect plan.

❥ and once he’s got it all figured out, it’s time to set ‘operation: steal y/n’s heart’ into motion. 👏

❥ it’s early noon on a sunday when you suddenly get a text from hyunjin – ‘it’s lovely outside today! do you wanna hang out at the park?’

❥ and, happy that he’s no longer seemingly evading you, you agree – ‘sure i’ll meet you there in ten!’

❥ but ! hyunjin wasn’t expecting you to accede so readily; still, he can’t just ask you, out of the blue, to wait half an hour before leaving, he doesn’t want you to get suspicious.

❥ so he hurriedly gathers his things, quickly double-checking that he’s got everything he needs to sweep you off your feet, before scurrying out the front door.

❥ you arrive at the park, and hyunjin’s heart begins hammering inside his chest the second he spots you amongst the people; you look so incredibly stunning as you glide through the crowd (ethereal, hyunjin thinks).

❥ you catch sight of him standing on a less populated side of the park, a blanket spread out over the grass beside him, and rush over to him, greeting him as soon as you reach him.

❥ “ooh, did you prepare all of this for me?” you ask him merrily, a playful grin on your face while you motion towards the picnic basket and multiple containers filled with various fruits.

❥ “yes” he wants to tell you; but instead he turns around, hoping you didn’t see the blush dusting over his cheeks. he sits himself on the blanket and you follow suit.

❥ for a bit, hyunjin relaxes, he even nearly forgets his true intentions, loosing himself in the way your eyes shine as you tell him what you’ve been up to and the hums you let out when you pop a particularly sweet grape into your mouth.

❥ you smile at him, tilting your head down slightly. “why are you looking at me like that?” you simper.

❥ hyunjin’s heart does a somersault all the way up to his trachea. “i just-” he clears his throat. “you make me so crazy.”

❥ he rubs his hands over his face, you cock an eyebrow, yet before you can retort he keeps going: “i’m so crazy for you, y/n, you make me forget where i am and what i’m doing. all i can do is think of you, and look at you, and love you. god, y/n, i’m so in love with you, sometimes i don’t know what to do with myself.”

❥ you feel warm despite the breeze licking your face, the butterflies inside your stomach flap their little wings so fast you just can’t help but let out a chortle at the sensation.

❥ his hand moves to encompass yours and you can’t get the words out fast enough so you lean across the soft blanket and plant your mouth over his own.

❥ his lips are soft, supple, and taste sweet, like the strawberries he’d been eating.

❥ “i love you too.” you mumble as your fingers entangle themselves in his hair.

❥ (hyunjin ended up forgetting about his original plan, and about the bouquet of flowers laying inside the picnic basket, though he did give it to you later after he walked you home; you held his hand the entire way there, and his heart beat frantically as he kissed you goodbye.)

⊹ felix ⊹

❥ it’s not that felix isn’t planning on confessing, on ultimately declaring his undying love for you with a grand, romantic display.

❥ he just kinda thought you’d know about his feelings by now? like, how could you not?? especially since he’s been acting more and more bold each time the both of you meet.

❥ he’s not shy about holding your hand whenever he feels the longing, or lingering for an extra second or two when he gets the chance to hold you.

❥ but if you’re not picking up on the very obvious seed trail he’s laying out for you, then it’s time to draw out the big guns. 😎

❥ and so, he texts you – ‘hey! wanna come over & help me bake?’ – and, of course, you agree.

❥ you arrive at his doorstep and felix greets you with a wide smile and a warm hug; the cozy feeling stays with you even after the two of you part.

❥ he ushers you into the kitchen and you don’t seem to notice how his hand remains on your shoulder as he follows behind you.

❥ all ingredients and utensils are set up and ready on the kitchen counter.

❥ “what are we making?” you question him with a smile so beautiful he actually has to stop and think about it.

❥ “uh-” he mutters, his eyes focused on you. “oh, yeah! cupcakes!”

❥ you lower your chin ever so slightly, evading his gaze for a split second (could you be... blushing?), and felix grins, pleased.

❥ the two of you start mixing the ingredients, chit-chatting as you normally would, except you could swear he’s flirting with you; he showers you in compliments for every little thing you do (“woah y/n, you’re so good at sifting the flour!”, “ooh, you cracked this egg so perfectly, y/n, look!”), his fingers encase yours every time he asks you to hand him something, and you keep catching him glancing over at your lips.

❥ your stomach rumbles, but you can’t tell if it’s from hunger or from the butterflies flapping their wings furiously inside it.

❥ you set the tray of cupcakes inside the oven before turning around and leaning over the kitchen table, gaze fixed pointedly on felix across from you; he just looks so dreamy, brows furrowed in concentration and arm flexed as he whisks the mix for the frosting, you could look at him all day.

❥ he gazes back at you and the corners of his mouth tug up into what you can only describe as a smirk.

❥ your breath catches in your throat at the very moment the mixer judders in his hand and you let out an audible gasp when frosting spritz all over the both of you.

❥ felix looks at you like a deer in the headlights, but you can’t help the giggles that bubble from within your chest.

❥ “this isn’t how i wanted this to go, but,” he scratches the back of his head (unconsciously smearing frosting all over his hair), a chuckle escaping past his lips and a toothy smile on his face. “i love you, y/n.”

❥ your digit glides over the table, scooping some of the mixture before gently tapping his nose. “i love you too.” you chirp.

❥ felix leans towards you, hand reaching out to caress your cheek; he gapes at you for a moment, completely enthralled.

❥ you get even nearer to him, your mouth opens (god, he can’t stop staring at your lips).

❥ “do you smell something burning?” you ask.

❥ “oh no, my cupcakes!”

❥ (although felix didn’t get to decorate the cupcakes with little frosting hearts, or spell ‘i ♡ u’ with the cupcakes, or even make cupcakes for that matter, he figured things worked out okay anyway; in the end, he got loads of cuddles and kisses out of it, and i love you sounded a whole lot better coming out of your mouth.)

[winterwolf0916]

𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿

Jason Todd x Tamaran! Reader

Requested by anon: Hiya! I love your blog so much, and I just was wondering, if you're taking requests right now, could I request some Jason Todd x a Tamaranean reader? Like maybe she stowed away to earth when Kory made a trip to Tamaran and she's really cute and sweet and enthusiastic and fun and she had no family back home so Kory's like yeah alright you can be my sidekick and she has to get used to life on earth and meets Jason as Robin and they become friends to lovers to oh no he fuckin dead to lovers again?

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Language, Mentions of Death, Slow Burn & oh! did I mention fluff?

A/n: My heart... Also, I pray and hope you enjoy this one, love. This took me a while to finish but I got it done and I got carried away it. I wont lie, my writing isn’t the best but I hope this is something you what wanted or close to it.

Word Count: 3K 

Kori loves your company

You were like the little sister she never had

A better sister than Blackfire of course 

When she brought you to earth you were so amazed at everything

It looks so lively and green.

Flying around and feeling the cool waters from the ocean, the beautiful smell of the flowers and pines from the trees, and the shiny reflection on the buildings.

As Kori was going to take a visit to the cave to see Dick for a mission, she brought you along for an introduction.

He looked scary once you were brought inside.

“Kori! So nice to see you again. Oh, who’s this?” Dick glanced at your direction as you hid behind her like a scared kitten. 

“Ah, this is Y/n L/n. A Tamaranean like me.”

“Hello y/n. I’m Nightwing.” You were mostly afraid of the masks because you haven’t seen anyone like him with that sort. 

Dick noticed your fear then he took it off, causing you to relax a little, and shook your hand. “It’s so nice to have you on Earth.” You only nodded your head with a small smile. But there was a large slam of a door and stomping onto the stairs.

“Son of a bitch! Son a crusty no good bitch!” 

“Jason. We have guests.” This… ‘Jason’ took a glance at their direction before giving a frown. Once again, you hid your figure behind Kori’s, scared onto the boy

Dick apologized to the two of you and went off to lecture his younger brother. 

Kori only sighed and notified you that this was normal of him before Dick came back.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just having another rough day with our dad. Jason please come greet them!” He rounded a corner with his mask on and his suit with an imprinted R. 

“Robin. Pleased to meet you.” He sounded so irritated that he wanted this introduction to be over with.

Still in uneasiness with the mask, Dick quickly nudged his younger brother urging him to take it off.

Jason didn’t. 

He just walked past you guys and left the cave on his motorbike.

Oh how much ass whopping he’s gonna get from Dick.

The second encounter happened at the Titans tower.

You finally learned how to control your powers and perform such combat ability that you never knew you could do.

Dick and Kori were like parents in the Tower.

You really loved the Titans

Raven may be dark but you both have such a strong friendship due to your trauma back in Tamaran and hers with her father

You suffered from a torturous experiment that left you with very similar yet slightly different powers than Kori. 

Also you both love books

Garth always makes you laugh. 

When training he turns into a gorilla to lift a good 3000 pounds while you could lift a good 70 tons making him go EEK!

He would make very disappointing puns but it always amuses you while everyone cringes at the dinner table.

Cyborg is like an older brother to you. 

You would sometimes help him with the mechanics and lift heavy parts around while he rants about his day and he would also cheer for you when you’re sparring

They were the closest friends while the rest of the members adore you and your sweet personality

But when Jason came along with Dick for a small mission for a few weeks, you immediately locked yourself in your room.

The Titans were concerned 

You were so marvelous and bubbly to all guests. Even to the infamous Batman!

Did the small bastard do something to make you like this?

Planning murder

But Dick and Kori knew why

After a lecture with the boy, Jason came by your dorm at night, still in uniform, knocking on your door, you didn’t open up, only listened from the inside

“I’m sorry.” It wasn’t sincere really. “I know we started off on the wrong foot, um…” his hand went through his hair in frustration that he needed to do this. “Since we're working together, we’re going to need to become trusting of one another….I’ll...see you tomorrow I guess.” That was awkward of him.

As footsteps faded down the hallway, you started to give a small smile.

You start to warm up to him.

But when he starts doing the little things, the two of you grew a bond. 

By little things, I mean correcting your moves when sparring, telling you stories of his previous missions, listening to you, exposing embarrassing stories about Dick, bringing you your favorite meals in a large amount because you’re a big eater, and lots of others.

When you first saw him without his mask, you were floating above him, pulling his face closer to yours while admiring the beautiful color of his eyes. 

“Your eyes are the most gorgeous color I’ve seen here on Earth.” 

Oh how your face fell when he had to leave. 

Don’t get me started with Jason, he began to be more hostile when sparring with others

There was a time when he took out his feelings on a sand bag while Garth and Cyborg were questioning what that bag ever did to him.

Of course the ‘parents’ took notice of this and Dick would purposely bring you to the cave or Jason to the tower.

The two of you have such a friendship that you would sometimes prank one another yet enjoy each other's silence.

Carnivals or nights out in the city were always a blast.

Whenever the two of you would see each other, you would fly to him in a swift manner that he would sometimes stumble back to regain balance from the impact. 

Soon, a single touch from him exchanging a book to you, caused you to feel such an electric current.

His smile and laughter made your heart paced faster than the speed of light

His cocky attitude and sweet side made your nine stomachs filled with butterflies.

You panicked and told Kori about it while she was sitting on her couch smiling as you explained.

“You like him y/n.” “Well of course! He’s my friend isn’t he?” “Oh dear, you’ll need to sit down for this.”

Wait, there is a different emotion called attraction?

AND IT DOESN’T STOP?

The more time you’ve spent with Jason, the more your ‘attraction’ feels stronger.

You would sometimes daydream the two of you blossoming into a relationship like Dick and Kori.

“Did you hear that Kori and Dick broke up again?” Raven stated before taking a sip of her tea. “What is this, ‘breaking up’ ?” you asked with curiosity yet wonder about this new term

When Raven sighed and gave details about it, you were 100x more terrified about the idea of a relationship

What if you and Jason will experience the same if you both ever become a couple?

You tried to distract the feeling of disheartenment with your enthusiasm

But of course, the feeling always returns

Your legs were pressed to your chest as you gaze at the ocean and it’s crystal shimmers of the moonlight, still in thought about your feelings. Jason found you on the rooftop of the tower since he figured something was wrong for the past week

As he questioned it, you asked, “Jason have you ever liked a girl that is a friend?” His foot on the edge of the building nearly slipped once you asked.

“I mean...yeah, there are times when I really liked her.” 

“Do you still have feelings for one?”

“Very.” 

“Really!? Who?” You were excited but felt such pain in your heart.

This boy choked onto her request. But he spoke, spoke about this ‘mystery’ girl. How adorable she is and brightening everyone’s day when it has been horrid, including his own. How he admires her caring behavior whenever someone was hurt. He really likes her and would like to take her out one day. 

“Her name is Y/n.” 

“What a wonderful name she has.”

“You do know I was talking about you, right?” 

“Yes yes, she does have- wait what?” 

Dreamy sigh

Ah yes

Young love

Kori wasn’t all surprised as she and Dick saw the two of you were walking in the streets of the city, hand in hand. She was delighted.

Dick was thrilled to see the two together yet gave Jason, the talk, if he ever does something stupid to you

The Titans congratulated the two and some exchanged money with one another after losing a bet

After a couple of months, Jason had to leave for a classified mission that’ll last a couple of weeks. 

As he said his goodbyes, you gave a kiss to his cheek before rushing back inside and leaving him smiling to himself.

It was lonely for the past couple of weeks but the worst part was when it turned to a few months.

Dick headed to Gotham four weeks after Jason left.

You were frightened about your boyfriend’s well being

As Dick returns to the tower, he doesn’t look the same.

You thought he was acting in such a behavior to surprise you that Jason is back.

“Y/n...we need to talk.”

 “Ok?” Kori gave a concerned glance at Dick’s direction, clearly unsure of how you’ll take the announcements. “What? Why are you both so silent? Please tell me.” You have had such a glowing smile, ready to hear it. The prank.

“Look, I know you and Jason are in a relationship but I have some...news.” 

“I’m listening.” Your foot tapped in excitement while Dick grew uneasy.

“Four...four weeks ago, we located Jason in an abandoned warehouse. He was held captive there for God knows how long by the Joker. And, as Bruce headed to rescue him…” you wanted to laugh at how far Dick was taking this. 

Except, he wasn’t pretending

“...He was too late. The warehouse exploded and my... Jason...passed away. I’m so sorry Y/n.” He added. You clapped your hands and giggled

“Amazing job! Brava! What an incredible and creative prank Dick. Very impressive. Now where is he so I can finally owe him a real kiss.”

The adults were silent. You took their silence as part of the prank and rushed to the bottom of the tower to find him.

But he wasn’t there. 

“Ok I checked the 50 floors below us but don’t worry, I bet he’s on the roof. He’s always there.” You returned to the room where Kori and Dick sat you in.

“This isn’t made up.” Raven and a few others entered the room, you could see it in their eyes they weren’t faking but you still denied it. “He passed away y/n.”

“No he didn't...He isn’t...Jason! You can come out now! Jason?” You flew to the roof. 

As you searched and it was empty that was when your stomach dropped. 

“Jason!” You flew around the area. The more you searched, the heavier your heart became. As you landed on the roof and heard the doors open, you glided to Dick. “Where is he?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No…no no... this is a game, right? When I check the floors again he’ll be there, right?... Dick?” He pulled your hand and placed something on your palm.

“He’s gone Y/n. I’m so...so sorry.” Glancing to the object placed on your palm, your entire being froze at the sight. 

From what you’re told, the R emblem is one of the only parts that are the easiest to clean and the least damaged on Jason’s suit after all of his missions.

What Dick gave you was the exact emblem but it was badly dented, burnt marks covered the R, scratch marks on the front and back while most of the edges are chipped.

Your legs gave weight as you fell to the floor, holding his badge close to your chest, and screamed your lungs out. Your vocals were so powerful that they made half of the windows on the Tower shatter. Tears made their way down from your cheeks to the floor as your eyes turned in a y/f/c glow. 

You flew off, for time alone to grieve it all. When Kori found you, you broke down even harder in her arms

You weren’t going to turn to revenge.

Even though you saw it in Dick and a few others, you couldn’t.

Kori taught you revenge isn’t the answer along with the new Robin or better known as Tim drake

You weren’t happy Jason was replaced but continued with your bright personality.

But during the nights, you felt so empty and numb. 

Why 

Out of all people, why did Jason leave you

Your family and friends died due to the violence of the leaders that experimented on you.

But now the person you loved most?

More pain was placed on your shoulders.

You grieved and mourned whenever you’re alone or with Kori. 

Two months later, you decided to explore the world on your own. 

Saving Earth, countries, and other planets from danger. 

Yet discovering the beauty onto nearly every destination

This continued for four years before you were called to Gotham for a meeting.

You greeted the Titans, other heroes you’ve met during your travels, and the bat family before the meeting starts

When it was over, you felt someone’s eyes on you.

As you located the orbs burning on your figure, you found a man with extreme built, a red helmet covering his entire head, a scarlet colored bat emblem imprinted on his black suit, and a coffee leather jacket.

You were confused as to why his eyes were wide and his body leaned forward as if he had found gold.

“Kori, why is he staring over here? Do I have something in my hair?” As your beloved best friend glanced at the man you were referring to, she let out a pearly smile.

“I think he likes you.” She snickered as you rolled your eyes. 

In the past, some of your friends tried to set you up with many men. Key word: tried. It’s not that you didn’t want to, it just didn’t feel right. You did try to fall for them but it just doesn’t last. 

“Very funny.”

“I’m not joking. He’s looking at you like, in slang terms, a ‘snack’.” You chuckled at her before returning your gaze to the mystery man. But the color of his helmet was not present to your sight, instead, the sight of an exit door closing.

You saw him once again during a mission on a tropical island.

Someone was making hybrids based on DNA from different heroes around the world.

So here you were… 

Approaching the scene as the infamous Red Hood was getting choked by a 9 foot tall creature before you scared it off with a blast of your powers.

“Need a hand, big boy?” You reached out your arm, waiting for him to take it. He was hesitant.

“...Sure.” He took it and you couldn’t help but feel slightly surprised of how tall he was

As you found Kori and gave her a hug, you joined the team till the mission finished.

You really loved being in the group. 

But mostly enjoyed the company of Red Hood.

There was something about him that made you smile warmly as he progressed with his idiotic plan

Kori and Roy offered for you to be an Outlaw and you gladly accepted

But the third member wasn’t all too happy about it.

The four of you all reserved an Overwater Bungalow resort on the island

A week later, you heard arguing from Kori’s home while you and Roy brought food.

“I don’t understand you, why won’t you tell her already?” Her voice muffled by the walls of the hut.

“She’s not ready.” His voice in the room as well

“Y/n has been far too ready to know who you really are.” You haven’t heard Kori this angry in ages and what did they mean about you knowing?

“You don’t understand.”

“Oh I understand plenty,” You and the red head’s eyes widen at her sass. “How long can you keep this act up? This, I want to hide this because I want to protect her, act? Your brother used that on me a few times, hmph, always knows when to make a woman angry.”

Brother? But the only brother you know she dated was-

“Don’t compare me to Dick, Kori.”

Oh...Shit…

Roy put two and two together and oh shit! He remembered his best friend mentioning a girl before his sudden death. Roy glanced at you as your eyes were wide and glossy at the truth. He kicked the door open causing the two heads to turn while you were hidden outside of the hut with your head down.

How could you not notice it before… Red Hood not revealing himself under the helmet when he was in legit trunks, constantly putting distance between the two of you, displeased when you joined the outlaws, and the worried glances between him and Kori!

“Got the food!” As Roy set the meals down and you entered the room, the air was so intense you could cut it with a knife.

“I’m not that hungry so I’m going to my room.” Kori glared at the helmet man, causing him to release a sigh.

“Do you-”

“Perfect! Now take these,” Roy gave a bag of two take outs to him and led the unresolved pair outside. “Have a good night.” He shut the door closed leaving you and the vigilante in silence.

“I can take the bag.”

“You sure?” 

“Yes.”

It was so awkward the walk back to your huts.

He tries to make the situation lighter but it was no use.

All of that pain you felt years ago, returned and after realizing who he is...It felt so much worse.

“Hey y/n, do you want to know the story of my first kiss?” What is he trying to do now?

“That's pretty sweet! Random but sweet! Go on.” He paused in place under a shadow of a hut as a thick cloud covered the sun. His hand traveled to the back of his helmet and a sudden click was heard before steam escaped from the open cracks of his mask. It was dark and you couldn’t see his full features.

“It was a normal day, I was carrying some groceries with my butler but got lost in the crowd due to my sleep deprivation. And the craziest thing happened when I was struggling to find him, a cute y/h/c girl with bright y/e/c eyes came up to me and spoke a language I’ve never heard in my life. So I tried to understand her words but I was so clueless before she pulled my face and gave me a smooch.” Your stomach did a flip as you realized why the story was so familiar to you. “She apologized when she was done but spoke english. As she left me there completely bamboozled… I wondered, ‘I don’t know what the hell that was about but will I see her again?’ then my butler found me.”

It's a memory. Your memory and his. You dropped the bag.

“Jason.” As the darkness unsheathed and the sun’s light was visible, he took a couple of steps towards you and gosh… You didn’t realize how much you missed him when your eyes began to sting, shoulders dropped, and your bottom lip shaking.

You took flight and bolted in his arms. 

“It’s you… it's really...you asshole.” you shoved him lightly while Jason expected the worst. “Asshole. Asshole. Asshole!” Every curse is a light punch on his chest. 

“Easy...Easy!” He held your two hands by the wrists. “When did you learn how to curse?!”

“When you were dead!” Your eyes were covered by your signature y/f/c glow and tears streamed down your face.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down? I may be an alien and I may be nice, but I have feelings too. Feelings when we shared that first kiss, held hands, waiting for you to come back...hearing that awful news about you…” Your arms dropped and your head lowered. “And I’m feeling angry at you right now for not saying anything!” 

In all honesty, he really wanted to tell you. But he didn’t know how you would take it. He's not the exactly the same when he was a teenager and he’s been through so much as Red Hood that he doesn’t want the bad guys to target you and your superhuman abilities. But his feelings for you didn’t shrink a single centimeter. It grew. Grew that he was so close to return to you and kiss you like there is no tomorrow. 

“Didn’t...Haven’t you felt the same of how I felt for you, Jason? Did you hate me that much to leave me and start a new life? To get away from me?” You questioned as the glow in your eyes dimmed down to your y/c/e orbs but your water works didn’t stop. You were still shaking, thinking of how Jason never loved you. How he made you feel pain for years. 

He made you feel like a human. Being an alien on Earth was quite lonely. But Kori was there with you through it all. But when Jason, a human, made you feel like you’re a human… You didn’t care about the negativity as much, you focused onto the positives. You discovered things about yourself from a different perspective. You learned how to love.

A warm embrace and the sun falling behind the horizon made your entire being warmer than the heat of the light beams. Your fingers trailed under his jacket to feel his body heat.

“Not even close.” He pulled a little before resting his forehead on yours. “It was the opposite and more. I just didn’t want you to see me in my dark life. I died and came back from the dead, every minute feeling empty. But once I learned more about myself, I wanted to change for the better. But I made so many rough decisions, that I couldn’t come back to you yet until I fixed them. I didn’t want you to love a mistake.”

“Shhh.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re never a mistake, only a good man who tried his best. The only thing that matters now, is that you’re here.” His teal orbs flickered to yours, your heart skipping a beat by the sight of your favorite colored eyes once again.

The sun was engulfed, the light dimmed till the sky was navy, and the stars were sprinkled all around the two silhouettes under the moon. The lock of your lips to his were the answer to your reunion.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Fear Not, Fair Maiden

(Thank you @spielzeugkaiser for letting me write a story about your amazing art! This was so much fun and it’s so fluffy. I may have thrown in a little nonhuman-Jaskier as a treat but Jaskier doesn’t know so...)

Etheid is the baby green dragon that Borch rescues in “The Sword of Destiny” book. I thought I’d make that scene more interesting and less sad for everyone by sticking to the book canon version for this story.

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Jaskier woke up somewhere warm and soft and definitely not wrapped in the raggedy blanket he’d fallen asleep with atop his worn bedroll. He groaned in confusion and rose into a sitting position on the soft feather mattress to better wipe the sleep from his bleary eyes. He was sitting on a beautifully carved mahogany bed with four posts and lovely hanging curtains made of pale pink gossamer.

“Where am I?” he yawned to no one in particular. 

In my tower, a voice echoed through his head. The bard leapt from the bed, suddenly alert and terrified of whatever had brought him here. The voice returned, slightly frightened in its own right and clearly looking to soothe. Don’t panic! I’m sorry! I probably should have introduced myself better. Come to the window, my sweet visitor, and let me say hello!

“You’re not going to eat me, right?” Jaskier squeaked. 

Of course not, Jaskier. You’re my guest. That would be highly indecorous of me.

“Monsters with manners. Finally some decent company.” Jaskier made his way confidently out onto the balcony surrounding the tower’s main room and glanced around. “Hello? How do you know my name?”

A large, scaly green head rose over the side of the balcony wall and Jaskier took an involuntary step back. A thin-slit reptilian eye blinked at him. Once. Twice. Then the rest of the dragon’s face and snout appeared. Do not fret, my dear. You are in no danger at all. I merely wish to see a performance.

“You want me to sing for you?”

That was not my purpose in stealing you, but I would not be adverse to some music later this evening. I’m sure your Witcher is already on his way here to rescue you. Jaskier swore he heard the dragon release a deep, dreamy sigh from its steaming nostrils. Ah, I wonder if he’ll climb the spiral stairs and try to avoid the traps or if he’ll fight me first and scale the outer walls. 

“Wait a second,” Jaskier held a finger up. The dragon paused its daydreaming and looked down at its tiny human captive. Well, mostly human from what the dragon’s senses could pick up. Perhaps a bit of dryad in there somewhere. The semi-mortal’s connection to nature was stronger than most; ancient in a way that drew the dragon to him in the first place. Well, that and the handsome, white-haired Witcher who kept the bard close to his side like a favorite puppy. “You kidnapped me so that you could watch Geralt rescue me?”

The dragon’s enormous snout bobbed up and down as it nodded. The bard leaned heavily against the balcony’s edge and released a series of hysterical giggles. Are you alright, Jaskier?

“How do you know my name?”

You met my godfather, once. Borch.

“Oh, you’re the baby green dragon!” Jaskier perked up. This was an old friend, then. “My, how you’ve grown.”

And my, how you haven’t, the dragon observed. If the bard didn't’ know any better it appeared as if the creature was raising its eyebrow at him. You don’t seem to have aged a day.

“Haven’t I?” Jaskier glanced down. “Perhaps I’m just remarkably well preserved.”

Magic, the dragon shrugged. Anyway that is not my purpose here. I’ve grown bored with my usual antics and wish for something better. 

“So you thought you’d make up some entertainment by bard-napping me?”

Correct.

“This is like a play, then? I’ve been given the part of Fair Maiden and Geralt has been cast as our White Knight? My Prince Charming, as it were?”

Yes, although you find Geralt’s animalistic tendencies and Witchery nature more alluring than any fairy-tale prince or wayward knight.

“Hey! Hands off my private, personal thoughts,” Jaskier cried, waving his arms at the dragon as if the gesture might sever their mental link. The dragon huffed out what may have been a laugh.

I cannot help myself, I apologize. My name is Etheid, by the way. So you can stop referring to me in your mind as Baby Dragon I Held Once.

“Sorry,” Jaskier shrugged. He laughed again, this time genuinely. “Do you think Geralt really loves me enough to come rescue me from an entire dragon? He knows you can’t be beaten with one or two flimsy swords.”

He is determined to find you, Etheid replied. He will be here in two days time. 

“So until he shows up do I just...sing for you, then? Is there any food? Oh, is there a bath!?”

You’re the most eager and friendly guest I’ve ever had, Etheid rejoiced. There’s food aplenty in the cupboard in your room. Wine, too. I also have bathwater ready at your request and I can heat it to whatever temperature you like. I even have costumes!

“Costumes!?” The bard beamed widely and clapped his hands together beneath his chin. He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet and even spun in a quick circle. “What kinds of costumes!? Is this going to be a tragic rescue? Is this going to be dramatic and romantic? You mentioned traps, what kinds of traps will Geralt be facing if he comes up the stairs?”

Eager to see your handsome Witcher again?

“Eager to make sure that he isn’t injured trying to save me from your lovely tower, here.”

He will be absolutely fine. These traps were made for squires to outsmart; he’s a Witcher.

“If he loved me as I love him,” Jaskier sighed wistfully, “Then this would be even more fun.”

Etheid considered telling Jaskier the truth about his Witcher’s romantic feelings for a moment but figured that it was Geralt’s job to do so, instead. The dragon could wait. The dragon could write such a fantastical scene that Geralt would have no other option but to admit his feelings to the jovial and kindhearted bard. 

There are dresses, of course, but there are some lovely robes as well. You can take whatever you like from the chest at the end of the bed.

“You’re going to regret saying that!”

Go ahead. Do what human things you must. I’ll heat the water and be on my way; dragons need to eat, too.

“No pesky villagers, please. Stick to wild animals so long as I’m your guest?”

I am not a heathen, Etheid scoffed. Deer only for now. The forest is fat with them.

“Excellent. See you after dinner and a bath, then. I’ll sing you some lovely ballads.”

About your White Wolf?

“I wouldn’t exactly say that he’s my White Wolf,” the bard blushed. “But yes, songs about Geralt.”

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Geralt reached the base of the stone tower and squinted up. It seemed endlessly tall against the rocky mountainside and the blue of the sky. Jaskier was up there, though, and the dragon was probably nearby. The Witcher had chosen not to wear his armor for this particular rescue mission; it would only make him noisier and this was a battle of the wits. Dragons wanted to be outsmarted, not slain.

Geralt remembered Borch Three Jackdaws fondly, the golden dragon that had shown him such kindness and taught him that not all monsters were to be feared. Well, Borch hadn’t so much taught Geralt about the nature of monstrosity so much as he had reinforced a previously held belief. 

But that didn’t matter now. As he slid into the passage that led to the tower stairs his only focus was his stupid bard’s physical safety. 

No, Geralt, the Witcher corrected himself firmly. He is not your bard, he is merely a traveler who chooses to spend some of his free time dallying about with you. He likes writing songs about your adventures and that is all. 

He could hear the sound of a lute growing slightly stronger as he ascended, and kept his eyes peeled for any sort of traps or pitfalls. He sidestepped two swinging axes with ease and ducked beneath a flying crossbow bolt as simply as he breathed. This tower was for amateurs, not highly trained Witchers with unparalleled senses. Not the most graceful Witcher the Wolf school had ever turned out onto the path. Not Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier’s Witcher. 

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Jaskier stopped singing suddenly and set his lute to the side, as planned. He laid himself out as Etheid had suggested, the white cotton robe pooling around his bare legs and spilling rather nicely off his left shoulder. He’d cinched a soft blue ribbon just so around the curves of his waist. His hair was ruffled just the way Geralt liked it; the way it was when he saw the Witcher’s gloved fingers twitch at his sides, clearly aching to touch him but too afraid to make a move.

He’ll have to make a move this time, Etheid said. Jaskier could hear the smile in the dragon’s words. Get in position! He’s nearly to your room, Jask!

“Jaskier!” the Witcher cried, bursting through the door only a moment later. The bard could sense Etheid just outside the window, hidden by a thin curtain that hung from the back of an ENORMOUS four-poster bed. Geralt was too excited to find his precious bard safe to care about the looming threat.

“Geralt! You came for me!”

“Of course I did,” Geralt rolled his eyes. “You’re always getting yourself into trouble.”

Ugh, you’re so right. He’s horrible with romance.

Jaskier stifled a smile but Geralt caught it anyway. 

“What’s so funny, bard?”

“My captor doesn’t find your rescue speech very romantic or amusing,” he said, pulling the curtain aside. Etheid’s large blue eyes were focused on the scene, waiting for something good to happen. The dragon had been bored for so long and he’d heard so much from Borch about this White Wolf and his loyal, loving bard. Jaskier whispered the next line as if Etheid wasn't’ supposed to be hearing it, “Perhaps you should make our little reunion more flowery?”

“Jaskier, I - uh,” Geralt swallowed hard and took a step forward. Might as well go for it, the Witcher thought. “I’m so glad that I made it back to your side in time. I’m so glad that you’re unharmed.”

“I knew you’d come for me,” Jaskier sighed, holding out his hand. Geralt stepped even closer, leaning down to press his lips against the petal-soft skin of Jaskier’s knuckles. The bard blushed softly and Geralt felt his own face heating up to match. “You always save me, even from the worst situations.”

“I always will.”

The Witcher had admitted his greatest secret aloud before he could stop himself and he watched the bard’s eyes widen even further. Geralt’s brand of gruff sincerity was unmistakable. 

“Geralt,” the younger man grinned, tears gathering in the corners of his perfect, cornflower blue eyes, “I knew you loved me back.”

“You mean...?”

“Of course, silly,” the bard laughed, throwing himself up off the mattress and into Geralt’s arms. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you brooding at that tavern in Posada!”

“Oh Jaskier,” the Witcher gasped. His lips found the side of his bard’s pale neck and out on the balcony Etheid released a happy, contented huff. “I would give anything and everything to know that you were safe.”

“My sweet Witcher,” Jaskier leaned back, cupping Geralt’s face between his hands. His weight was now being entirely supported by the thick arm wrapped around his waist and he reveled in the strength of his beloved before leaning up to kiss him. “Then you must know how I feel every time you leave me on a hunt. Or go to fight with Yennefer about something silly.”

The Witcher could only press their foreheads together and breathe in the happy, rain-shower scent of his Jaskier. “Hmm.”

Excellent, yes! I can’t wait to tell Borch and my friends about this! Etheid cheered. Congratulations, Jaskier! I’m so happy for you!

“Thank you,” the bard murmured. 

“Hmm?” Geralt hummed again, raising an eyebrow. Jaskier pulled his head away and shook it. 

“Don’t worry about it. Are you getting me out of here or not?”

“Can you walk in this getup? Will the dragon just let us go?”

Jaskier shot a curious glance towards Etheid, who nodded.

Tell him you can’t walk, though. I want to see him carry you off to his horse and ride away with the white robe flapping in the wind. Maybe he’ll even wrap his arms around you from behind to keep you safe. Like a real princess. 

“No, I can’t walk in this silly thing at all. Keeps getting tangled around my ankles; I’d probably fall down the stairs and kill myself.

Geralt swept the younger man up into his arms and grabbed his lute from its place on the floor. “Well, we can’t have that.”

“No, my Witcher,” the bard replied with a contented smile. “We can’t have that at all.”

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And if one of Etheid’s curious friends kidnapped Jaskier a month or so later and three countries over then...oh well. More weird dragon friends for the both of them.

[crispycrimebrulee]

hi!! for your 200 followers event, chrollo + old movies ??

I got a little carried away with this one lmao 

For the 200 Event!!! (Song Listened To:  Hidden in the Sand by Tally Hall)

A/N: This is an actual movie, and it’s a pretty damn good one too :)

Very rarely did Chrollo suggest at home movie dates, always suggesting to go out and see the city and have a nice dinner, or a walk in the park, or perhaps see an award winning Broadway show or the like, but apparently something tonight was different, and an at home movie date was seemingly in order. He had sounded quite excited on the phone, something about finding an absolute classic, a favorite of his in his collection of movies. Mentioning something about irony, rattling off a handful of Bronte quotes at you and trying his best not to give away that painful secret of just what movie has him this overjoyed. However, under all the excitement, you could hear a bit of nervousness in his voice, like a light coating on the tips of his words. It was only around 5pm, so you suspected perhaps he cooked you something to go along with the movie.

Upon arriving at his place, he almost threw you down with a hug, only to sweep you off your feet in the next moment. Setting you down gently, he didn’t bother to hide his excitement as he dipped you into a soft kiss, causing you to smile midway through his romantic antics. 

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked, giggling as he buried his face in your neck.

“Nothing my love, nothing at all~” he hummed, his excitement contagious.

He took your hand and led you to his living room, where he had a charcuterie board and some wine set out. On the couch were some blankets and a multitude of pillows. With a flourish he pointed to the TV screen, with the excitement inducing movie in question waiting to be played. 

To Catch a Thief

You couldn’t deny the irony, no doubt about that. Looking at the overall quality from the title screen alone, you could see it was an old, old movie, 1950’s at least. Then it all hit you: Chrollo had mentioned once, as well as you catching on based on his stunning collection, he was a sucker for old movies, old as in 1940’s up until the early 70’s. He mentioned that they always looked authentic and captivating to him, much better than today's movies with countless moments of CGI. You could only giggle a little, seeing him beaming at you in response to laying your eyes on this great find. You sat down and he sat down with you, pouring you a glass of wine. 

“Only one glass, because I plan to take you somewhere afterwards, my dear.” he said, smiling gently. 

“Oh? And where are you taking me?” you asked, studying his face, trying to read his secrets.

“Well I can’t tell you that~” he replied, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Just...full of surprises today, aren’t we…” you muttered, raising your eyebrows at him.

He huffed a bit and smiled, turning on the movie and making himself comfortable, pulling you into his lap.

After almost two hours, the movie finished, and he sighed, almost longing to be caught up in the romance of the film. You looked up at him and he looked down and smiled, his gray eyes full of a sweet, romantic sort of mischief. The desire to know what he was planning was starting to eat at you. 

Helping him clean up the living room, once finished, he brought you over to his room, to which he had laid a set of red outfits (all new, by the way) for you to pick from. Looking at them, you almost choked. They all seemed to be designer, accessories and shoes as well. You spun around to face him. This was clearly something important, seeing as there were a multitude of outfits to choose from, all clearly expensive, and you hadn't the slightest idea as to what was happening.

“Chrollo, how much did you spend?!” you exclaimed, turning back around and running your fingers over the fabrics.

He scoffed, coming up beside you, admiring the outfits and the look of shock on your face. 

“Who says I spent anything, darling?” he laughed, watching you roll your eyes and pick out an outfit. 

Running off into the bathroom to put it on, you came back out to find Chrollo in a wonderfully tailored suit, complete with a pocket square that matched your red outfit. Taking him in, you noticed he was admiring you as well, almost as if he was astounded by your appearance, to which, let's face it, he always is. 

Gently putting his hands on your waist, he spun you around, taking every inch of you before giving yet another dreamy sigh, his eyes soft and undoubtedly full of love. He looked absolutely enamored and you couldn’t stifle a laugh, snapping him out of his little moment.

“What?” he asked, blushing as he realized he’d been admiring you for quite some time.

“You really are a romantic, aren't you?” you giggled, gently reaching up to caress his face, which he graciously leaned into.

He smiled, placing a kiss onto your head. He extended his arm to you, in true gentlemanly fashion and you took it, and walked out with him. 

You arrived at a fancy restaurant, one that he had taken you to before, the time when he asked you to be his s/o officially. You hadn’t been there in quite some time, but it made sense, since he was the sentimental type in some aspects. However, this time, upon leading you inside, he hadn’t taken you to an indoor seating. Upon reaching the desk and stating his reservations, you and Chrollo were escorted to the rooftop, and you could barely keep in your shock at not only the breathtaking view of the city, but at the little scene that was prepared when you got there. Rose petals and a candlelight dinner, classical music playing lightly in the background. This felt like the epitome of romantic, as well as a classic move by Chrollo. He looked at you and smiled gently, content with the look of shock on your face. Leading you to the table, he sat down with you, prepared to enjoy a romantic dinner with you. 

Towards the end a lovely dinner filled with romantic little conversations, laughter, and reminders of his favorite lines of the movie, he stood up and walked you over to the glass paneling of the rooftop to look over the city beneath you. He wrapped his arms around you, sighing as he placed kisses on your face and shoulders. You never felt his hands leave your waist. 

“You know, y/n, I only regret one thing.” he whispered, his words dripping with hidden intent.

Ah! That was a line from the movie, he mentioned how much he loved that line, how wonderfully it came about. He loved quoting things, and it had started to rub off on you, and you would always respond with another line. 

Not thinking about it, you followed up.

“That you never asked me to marry you?” you replied confidently, turning to face him.

You nearly fell over.

There he was, on one knee, holding a small box. You made fun of yourself a little, playing into that one liner, but you were also so, so happy you did. 

“If you say yes, I’ll have nothing to ever regret in my lifetime.” he said, looking at you.

You could barely choke out a yes, tears streaming down your face as you frantically nodded, much to his content.

Standing up, he placed the ring on your finger gently, pulling into one of his classic, Chrollo kisses; full of love and gentle desperation.

[skinsharpenedteeth]

RNM After Dark off-cut

So here's my RNM After Dark off-cut that I deemed Not-Kinky-Enough and therefore went back and finished my medical kink story to replace. It's a nice little smutty AU tho and it's finished so I figured I'd still post it for you guys. Also, available on AO3.

Rated Explicit. Includes: erotic electrostimulation, telekinesis as restraints, attempted mind manipulation, anal sex, hand jobs, sex against a giant crystal

Words: 6120

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"The Prize at the End of the Maze"

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Above-Earth discos were still a relatively new thing when Forrest invited Alex to visit one. They’d been casually dating for almost a year, and Forrest had never seemed to have more than a passing interest in going to one of the slowly rotating space needles with its tethered pods that could go up into the mesosphere for a space experience all while still within Earth’s atmosphere. It looked like more money than he was willing to part with over a fleeting experience, but Forrest apparently was a member of one of the most exclusive above-Earth clubs on the globe, Deep Sky.

One of the things that made Deep Sky unique was that you had to be invited. Upon Forrest inviting him, he had also informed him that he was being considered for membership to a club he had only passing knowledge of, and he was deeply suspicious. Why did he matter? Who was he to these people that they would know him? Had Forrest told them about him? It unsettled him.

“Look, they recruit guys like us all the time. Guys with a more open mind and familial connections,” Forrest had explained after they’d dressed and Alex had demanded an explanation. “It’s not a bad place. It’s… it’s actually amazing.”

He’d said the last bit with a dreamy smile on his face, eyes going unfocused as he apparently reflected inward at a memory of Deep Sky that Alex wasn’t privy to.

“What’s the drawback?” Alex had asked, leaning forward and snapping Forrest from his internal foray. Forrest looked at him seriously then.

“The deeper you go, the more alone you become. You can get lost in there and lose everyone, including yourself. But the place is weird. You only go as far as they let you. I’ve never gotten very far in there, but the way they talk about you… I think you could have the run of the place.”

“How do they talk about me?” Alex had asked, knitting his hands together and feeling his forehead furrow in concern.

“It’s not bad. I don’t… I can’t really explain it. If you decide to join, you’ll find out. But, how about you come with me as a guest one night? You can see it for yourself,” Forrest had offered, giving Alex the easy grin that had once made his heart thump in anticipation. Then he’d just felt trepidation, but he’d nodded and agreed to go as a guest.

“You’ll love it,” Forrest had told him before kissing him to stop the cynical comeback he’d cued up.

Now he was within its walls and thinking that maybe Forrest was a little bit right about it being something different.

Deep Sky was like no other club Alex had ever been to. Sure, it had music and dancing. Sure, there were bodies pressed hot and slick against each other in every direction he turned. And okay, there were strobing lights and bass lines that made the bones of his ribs rattle around his heart, but that’s where the similarities ended. For one thing, there were plants everywhere. Vines crawled up walls to end up dangling from the ceiling, and tall, large-leafed purple giants with vibrant green veins running through them pushed into pathways and created canopies overhead. The air smelled like oxygen, water, sweat, and wet stone. Deep Sky also had labyrinthine hallways that could lead you to a bar, a bathroom, the main dance floor, or somewhere darker where greedy hands and mouths reached out to drag you in. The darker places were only menacing if your least favorite sin was lust. The slap of skin and deep, throaty moans of utter surrender to pleasure leaked from the shadows as a taunt and a promise to the passerby.

Once you were in the hallways, there were no signs to tell you where to go, only nonsensical phrases shouted in humming neon surrounded by alien-looking orchids and birds of paradise at forks in the path. This was how Alex found himself alone and contemplating a series of rough stone stairs leading him up to the second floor. Next to the dark entrance shone a pink neon sign so bright Alex only noticed the stairs because he’d been fascinated by some unknown flower that grew in clusters behind the words emblazoned before him: And if those hills be dry, stray lower.

“Easy for you to say,” Alex mumbled to himself in response to the sign and eyed the stairs leading upwards. “Apparently the only way for me to go is up.”

He left the flowers and the sign behind him and climbed the stairs. The stairs were caged in a sweet-smelling leafy vine which only allowed brief glimpses of the dance floor as he climbed. The air in the tunnel was heavy with humidity, and Alex’s skin prickled with sweat under his clothes. He was beginning to feel anxious. He’d been stuck in the hallways wandering, enjoying the novelty of new areas and plant life, for so long that he had no idea where the exit or his host was. And now he was going higher and higher up into the building without knowing where he was headed.

The end of the tunneled stairs appeared so abruptly, he almost stumbled on his missed step as his body continued to climb automatically. He was on a landing that looked down over the middle of the club. The plants up here seemed wilder somehow, less manicured and tamed than the ones downstairs. There were large quartz further from him that blocked some of his view, though he could see the lights from the club below reflecting off their smooth, mirrored surfaces. They were taller than him, milky opaque and then clear in turns as he looked at their multifaceted surfaces. He stepped further from the stairs cautiously and found the ground was soft, springy moss under his shoes. On a whim, Alex slipped off his Docs and his sock and let his foot sink into the cool, sweet smelling floor. He instantly felt twenty degrees cooler, and he sighed in relief. It was grounding somehow, even though he knew he was standing on an artificial floor so high off the ground that they had to pump oxygen into the building to keep everyone from passing out. The entire night had felt like a dream to him. He still wasn’t sure if it was a good one or a nightmare, but he was sure that it was an interesting one.

His jacket soon joined his shoes until he was only in his button-down and black jeans. He was high enough that the music was more of an echo than something he was feeling through his body. It was a lonely bird's eye view, but he liked the cooler air and his unimpeded view of the night sky through the glass roof above. He moved further out towards the edge of the landing, fully intending on laying down to count stars until Forrest found him or the club closed. He practically fell onto the green moss carpet when he reached the middle of the platform. Alex’s eyes slipped shut on instinct, his body relaxing into the coolness beneath him, and he suddenly wished he’d just stripped naked and damned the consequences of anyone finding him that way. He rolled onto his back and opened his eyes slightly to receive the comfort of the night sky above.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice from beside him asked, startling him from his reverie. Alex’s body jerked into a sitting position as his head whipped towards the sound. He cursed when he found that he was not indeed alone, hand coming up to clutch at his chest over his heart as he took a few breaths to calm its racing. He glared at the stranger while he collected himself and was unsettled to find the newcomer smirking at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was here. I can leave,” Alex said automatically, beginning to push off from the floor. The stranger rolled over and caught his wrist before he could heave himself up. Alex looked down at the wide, square hand gripping at him and then let his eyes follow up the length of the tanned, muscled forearm to his upper arm and then to the stranger’s face. He had gold and amber eyes that seemed to glow in light and dark, loose curls that haloed his head. He was shirtless and shoeless where he stretched out against the ground nearby. Alex tried not to catalog the breadth of his shoulders or the arch of his feet, but he could feel his brain quickly scrabbling to soak up every piece of this gorgeous interloper while it could.

“You don’t have to go. It’s nice you found me. I usually spend the nights up here just hanging out until close waiting for nothing,” the guy replied with a shy grin.

“You work for the club?” Alex asked, suddenly fascinated. He settled back on his hands, though he didn’t lower himself to the ground as he’d been. The guy retracted his hand and pushed up onto his elbows so he was nearly on the same level as Alex.

“Kind of. I’m the resident alien here. Kind of the prize if you manage to slip past all the other distractions while in the maze downstairs.”

“That seems… kind of fucked up? I mean, are you getting paid? Are you free to leave if you want?” Alex asked, suddenly nervous that Deep Sky was keeping this gorgeous creature captive against his will. The alien snorted in amusement and gave Alex an open grin that just about took his breath away. His teeth were startlingly straight and white, almost glowing against the dark blush of his lips.

“There is no way they could hold me here if I didn’t want to stay. Wanna see what I can do?” His eyes lit up in excitement and Alex felt a flutter of anxiety at the keen look.

“Will it hurt?”

“Nah. I wouldn’t hurt you. Not unless you wanted me to, of course, and even then I promise I’d make it feel good,” the alien replied, giving Alex a flirtatious wink after his eyes gave him a thorough once over. Alex felt heat rush through him at the images his words brought to mind.

“Why don’t you call me Alex? I think you might want to know my name is if you’re going to be using your extraterrestrial wiles on me.”

“I’m Michael. Now why don’t you just relax and let me take over for a bit?”

Alex nodded nervously, but relaxed back onto his back against the moss. At first, he felt nothing except for Michael’s eyes on him. Then a pressure started low on his stomach, almost like a hand, but without the tickle of fingers spreading out. Alex glanced over towards Michael, who was still laying on his stomach a little less than two feet away with his hands interlaced under his chin. The pressure started to move up, a slide against his skin, moving his shirt with it. Cool, humid air made goosebumps burst over his skin as it was exposed. Alex picked up his head and glanced down to see his shirt seemingly moving on its own accord. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of his clothes moving without him being touched and he shot a panicked look towards Michael before instinctively moving to push down his shirt. Or he tried to move. He found that he couldn’t. His body felt paralyzed, weighed down, and the pressure against his abdomen kept pushing up his body. It was at his chest and Alex was beginning to imagine it resting against his throat, pushing against his airway, cutting off his ability to cry for help, and the panic rose.

“Stop, please,” he gasped out, every muscle straining against the invisible hold over him.

“Sure,” Michael replied easily, and then the pressure was gone. No pressure on his chest, no pressure on his limbs, and while it was immediately blissful, Alex also craved to feel a fraction of it again. Alex lay still and tried to slow his galloping heart, tried to take slow, controlled breaths, and tried to stop his muscles from shivering out excess adrenaline. He was dimly aware of Michael watching him calm himself, not reaching out for him or trying to help, but letting him do the work. When Alex felt like he had to break the tension just so Michael would stop watching him go through whatever was happening to him, he spoke up.

“That was… intense,” Alex said, voice still a little wobbly from fear.

“It can be. It can be intensely useful. Ever fuck in microgravity?” Michael asked, voice calm and unconcerned about Alex’s response to his power.

“Can’t say I’ve had the opportunity,” Alex replied with as much sass as he could muster. Michael grinned at him and pushed up off his elbows and onto his hands and knees so he could crawl over closer to Alex. Alex stayed where he was, even as part of his animal brain was telling him to flee.

“Want to give it a try? We could, you know. They’ve got pods here that’ll take us up to the mesosphere and then I could really show you what my powers are good for,” Michael explained. He’d settled on his hip so close to Alex that he had to rest his hand on the other side of Alex in order to keep upright. Alex’s eyes trailed down Michael’s chest, noting the unruly chest hair that spread across his pecs and then moved down his stomach and below his loose white track pants.

“I don’t know where you got the idea I was so easy,” Alex replied in mock offense, rubbing a hand over his stomach before pulling his shirt back down. Michael’s eyes followed the movement of the shirt, a frown settling on his face.

“You’re teasing me,” Michael accused when he caught the grin on Alex’s face.

“Oh, not me. I’d be much too frightened to tease an alien,” Alex replied.

“Star Wars won’t save you now. This is much more of an abduction, experiment with probes, drop you off at your front door kind of alien experience.”

“Probes, huh? That sounds interesting,” Alex said as he reached up and slid a hand behind Michael’s neck to pull him down for a kiss. Alex didn’t know what was coming over him, but he was actually charmed by the silly banter and bad jokes. Michael’s lips touched his and without thought or hesitation, Alex opened his own and licked over the seam of Michael’s lips. Michael welcomed him in, sliding his tongue smoothly along Alex’s once before retreating and breaking the kiss. He hovered over Alex, close enough to pull back for more, but far enough not to appear blurry.

“That was your first one,” Michael whispered. “Think you can handle some more?”

Alex only smirked in response, this time not needing to pull to get Michael to kiss him again. Their mouths met and Alex could swear he felt the floor shake with the intensity of it. He’d meant for their kisses to stay sweet and shallow, but by the second a fire was building between them. He tugged at Michael’s curls to hear him groan, wished Michael were on top of him so he could start to get some friction and relief on his swelling cock. Alex hadn’t gotten this hard from just kissing since he was a teenager.

His hands were thinking faster than he was. One stayed trapped in a tangle of Michael’s curls while the other rubbed over the warm skin and soft hair of Michael’s chest. Feeling bold, he didn’t stop his wandering hands above Michael’s waist, but let his hand keep drifting down until he brushed over the prominent bulge pushing under the waistband of Michael’s pants. His heart stuttered at the firmness he found and he traced his fingers down the length of Michael’s clothed erection, feeling his body flush hotter with desire at every inch.

“Are you sure you’re an alien? This feels pretty human to me,” Alex asked, massaging his palm softly against Michael’s cock in emphasis. Michael’s hips pushed forward and he let out a small gasp at the pressure.

“We’re a pretty comparable species. Most of the differences are only obvious under a microscope,” Michael explained breathlessly. His eyes slipped shut as his hips began to hitch forward against the first press of Alex’s hand on him. It was lewd and shameless the way he chased his pleasure while Alex watched. Alex untangled his other hand from Michael’s hair and brought it down to the waistband of his own pants. Deftly, he slipped the button and pushed down the zipper, the material separating immediately as his own hard-on pressed against his underwear and towards the newly opened space. He pushed his fingers under the waistband of his underwear and almost swore at how good it felt to wrap his fingers around himself.

“Fuck, Alex, can I…?” Michael’s voice trailed off and Alex realized he’d closed his eyes. He opened them to look up at Michael who was glancing between his face and where his hand hovered over Alex’s. Nodding, Alex slipped his hand out of his pants and away from Michael so he could lift his hips and push down his jeans and underwear to mid-thigh. He kept his eyes on Michael as he did it, watched the black of his pupils dilate further and his throat move as he swallowed.

“I’m going to use some of those alien abilities on you,” Michael said, hand still hovering over Alex’s heated skin. Alex smirked and opened his mouth to make a snarky remark on how nothing they’d done sexually so far was alien to him, when he felt curling prickles over his hard-on. He gasped at the sensation, unsure if he liked it or not, and looked down to see small electrical arcs dance over the swollen, dark pink skin of his cock. Michael let his hand hover a few inches above Alex’s body, and slowly he moved it up and down the length of Alex’s shaft, the electrical arcs darting between his fingers and palm down to Alex’s skin. It almost tickled and it almost hurt, and Alex was so fucking turned on by it that precum was starting to weep from the tip of his cock and drip onto his stomach.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he gasped loudly, hand shooting out to grab Michael’s wrist as his hand moved lower and the arcs caressed and pricked at his balls. His entire body throbbed at the sensation.

“Do you like that?” Michael asked in a low voice near Alex’s ear. “Could you get off with just a little electrostimulation to your balls?”

The prickling intensified for a moment, becoming nearly too much, and Alex’s grip on Michael’s wrist tightened in warning. The electric current on his skin dulled back down until it was gone. Alex only had a moment to mourn the loss of stimulation before Michael’s hand was on him, thick fingers wrapping around his length and stroking confidently. Alex let his hand fall from Michael’s wrist. He beckoned Michael down for another kiss, lifting onto one of his elbows to meet him halfway, already starving for the feeling of his lips against Michael’s again.

“Take your pants off,” Alex whispered against Michael’s lips as they took a quick breath between kisses. He felt more than saw Michael nod before he pulled away. He watched as Michael quickly slipped the pants off his body and off to the side. His skin was evenly tan all the way down and though his chest hair was left wild, his pubes were trimmed and neat. Alex watched his muscles flex as he kicked off the white pants and then rolled onto his knees, moving to straddle Alex’s legs. He grinned as he caught Alex looking him over.

“Like what you see?” Michael asked, leaning forward to brace himself on his arms to either side of Alex’s body so he could be within kissing range. Alex gave another leisurely scan of Michael’s body with his eyes before answering. Michael watched him avidly, licking his lips as he waited for a verdict.

“I think I can work with this,” Alex replied, overly casual tone making Michael’s eyes go wide, and then squint in mock offense.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to strain yourself,” he challenged, and Alex felt an invisible pressure on his chest pushing him down to lay against the ground. The pressure lifted as soon as he was flat and Michael was towering over him. Alex reached out and fit his hands around Michael’s hip bones, thumbs stroking over the soft, thin skin of his groin, and pulling slightly to indicate he wanted Michael down closer to him. Their cocks brushed as Michael bent down, making Alex push up against the pressure and pulling a grunt from him.

“What do you want, Alex? You want to get off just like this? Grinding against each other like horny teenagers?” Michael asked, his lips trailing over Alex’s jaw as he spoke. Alex turned his head to give him more room to continue. Their hips hitched against each other sinuously, not giving nearly enough pressure for relief, but building the tension further between their bodies. Alex slid his hands to Michael’s ass, fingers flexing against the shifting muscle, before pulling their lower bodies in closer. Michael hummed in appreciation at the increased contact before continuing to talk low in Alex’s ear. “Or I could blow you. Or you could fuck me. Or I could just hold you down and make all the decisions for us both.”

Alex felt a rush of heat go through him. All of those scenarios sounded like good ideas, but he was getting tired of being a relatively passive participant. He glanced around behind Michael to get an idea of their terrain. Meanwhile, Michael had re-started his exploration of Alex’s neck and shoulder with his mouth, adding in small sparks of pleasure whenever he nipped at the muscles with his teeth.

“How about you go kneel by that crystal over there, hands on the crystal in front of you, and I’ll show you some of my special skills?” Alex suggested, his hands skimming up Michael’s sides until his fingers cradled his ribs. Alex turned his face towards where Michael was mouthing at his collarbone for an answer. Michael hummed in consideration for a moment before bringing their mouths together for a wet, open, filthy kiss that said exactly what he thought of that idea. One kiss turned into another, and Alex wondered if they’d be able to move before one of them blew their load. His own cock was throbbing with the need for release and the dirty, hot presses of Michael’s body against his was working him higher and higher with each hard grind. It was with truly superhuman strength that Alex was able to push Michael back and break their kiss. He wanted nothing more than to keep rutting until spent on each other.

“Fuck, hold on, just….” Michael panted, and Alex realized he really was about to cum. Alex pushed a hand between them and pressed it over Michael’s cock, effectively trapping it against his stomach and giving Michael something to fuck his cock into. The smooth pull of Michael’s foreskin over the engorged flesh beneath was unbearably hot and watching Michael’s face as he fell apart above Alex almost made him lose his own load into the humid, minute space between their bodies. As it was, Michael’s cum flooded onto Alex’s skin, pooling beneath his breastbone, hot and sticky as Michael milked his cock between Alex’s hand and stomach in slow, firm presses until there was nothing left.

“Jesus,” Alex breathed, staring down at the space between their bodies as Michael panted above him. Michael lifted Alex’s hand from over his cock and moved down to lap at the pool of cum on Alex’s skin. Alex hadn’t previously thought this was a thing for him, but watching Michael’s broad, flat tongue knife through the pearly liquid was doing things for him right then. Michael moaned at the taste of himself on Alex’s skin and then moved back up to Alex’s mouth. Alex opened his mouth on instinct, knowing what was coming, and he wasn’t disappointed when the taste of Michael’s spunk burst bittersweet and salty against his tongue. As they kissed, Alex sucked on Michael’s tongue to take everything, let himself indulge in chasing every trace of it.

A whimper escaped his throat as Michael pulled out of the kiss and pushed to sit up. He gave Alex a knowing smirk, running his finger down Alex's chest and smearing the few errant drops of cooling cum into his skin. Alex noticed he was still hard, had hardly softened at all after cumming, and he shot Michael a faintly questioning look. He shrugged and his smile grew broader before he heaved himself from across Alex's body to move towards the stone Alex had indicated. Alex watched him move, appreciated again the span of his shoulders and muscles in his back.

Alex pulled his pants back up enough to be able to roll onto his knees to crawl to Michael. His prosthesis made him feel like one leg was heavier than the other and he took care to keep the inanimate foot lifted so as not to unseat the device. He'd picked the crystal in question because it was low and not far from them. Michael looked gorgeous with the reflected light highlighting the dips and curves of his skin. Drawing near, he pushed up and carefully knee walked the few paces until he could wrap an arm around Michael's torso and lean part of his weight against him.

Michael's skin was smooth and warm, warmer even than the humid air around them, and Alex was surprised it didn't make him recoil from the excessive heat. Instead, he plastered himself across Michael's broad back, pushing his hips forward until his cock nestled firmly against the crevice between Michael's cheeks. He ran his hands across the front of Michael's body, over the taut skin of his lower stomach and up over the soft fur of his chest. His mouth latched onto Michael's skin wherever it could, licking away the salty dew of perspiration. One of Michael's hands drew back behind him to clasp low on Alex's flank, encouraging him to grind his cock against him.

"You going to fuck me or just paint my lower back?" Michael asked, amusement in his voice. Alex's hand drifted down to Michael's cock and he stroked it in time with his gyrations.

"Would it be so bad if I did just want to cover you in my cum?" Alex asked, pushing his chin to hook over Michae’sl shoulder so he could look down at his hand smoothing over Michael's gorgeous cock.

"Mmm, no. But if I have a choice, I'd like you to fucking rail me against this rock at least once before you go," Michael replied. He turned his face close to Alex’s and brushed his mouth as close as he could in silent request. Alex moved enough to let him twist so they could kiss properly. While they kissed, Alex reached into his back pocket and withdrew a few packets of lube and a condom.

"Then get back into position and stick your ass out for me," Alex demanded, giving Michael's cock a final squeeze before pulling back slightly. Michael grabbed the lube from him and turned back to face away as Alex began to push his jeans and underwear further back down his legs to pool by his knees. Resting back on his heels, he tore open the condom package. He glanced up from rolling the condom over his cock to see Michael already working two fingers in and out of his hole in front of him. It was a close thing, only stopped because his hand had already been gripping the base of his dick, that he didn't shoot his load before even breaching Michael's body. He grabbed the other packet of lube that he'd kept with him and quickly opened it to smear over his length. Before he pushed back up onto his knees, he reached out with his still slick hand and pushed a finger into Michael's hole alongside the two Michael already had inside. A grunt and low, muffled curse was heard from where Michael was pillowing his face against his forearm. He removed his fingers from his body and Alex immediately pulled his out as well to replace them with the blunt end of his cock.

"You good?" Alex asked, voice faltering as he teased the head of his cock up and down over Michael's pink hole. Michael groaned and pushed his ass back against the intruding pressure. "Okay. Here it comes."

Alex steadied his cock in one hand and with the other he reached up to grip Michael's shoulder, pulling him gently back as Alex moved forward to get past the first small bit of resistance. As soon as Alex was half sheathed inside the tight clutching walls of Michael's body, he pushed both of their bodies forward to lean against the crystal. He braced himself with an arm next to Michael's ribs and continued pushing until his hips rested flat against Michael's ass. Almost immediately, Michael was squirming restlessly beneath him.

"Come onnnn," he whined. "Fuck me!"

Alex drew his hips back slowly and then snapped them forward in a rough thrust. The sound Michael made could only have been described as ecstatic. Immediately he shifted his knees wider and pushed his hips back in a plea for more. Alex gave him more. He cramped a hand back on Michael's shoulder and grabbed his hip with the other and let his body carve out space for himself over and over in Michael's body while Michael grunted, groaned, and cried out in pleasure before him. When Michael let out a particularly surprised yelp, Alex knew he'd found the spot that would make Michael's vision white out when he came for a second time. He angled his hips and pressed in deep, giving short, languorous thrusts that rubbed that spot over and over again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Alex!" Michael chanted, voice wrecked as he pushed back to meet Alex and pull him deeper into his body at every meeting. "Right there. Don't fucking stop."

Alex had no intention to ever stop if he didn't have to. Michael's body was tightening around his cock as he prepared to cum again and it was dragging Alex quickly to the edge with him. God, he wanted to live in this man's body. He wanted to experience the high from pleasure over and over.

His thrusts started to get sloppy as he tried to hold himself back from release.

"Michael," he said in both question and warning. He was reaching the end, his own body drawing up tight in preparation for the finish.

"Oh shit, Alex, I'm--," Michael started, only to choke off the words as his muscles seized up tight. Alex groaned against the intense pressure around his cock. It set off his own orgasm and he pumped his hips weakly, trying to draw out the pleasure as long as he could.

Eventually, he and Michael were just two heaving forms against each other. Alex reached down and held the base of the condom as he pulled out carefully. He slipped it off his softening cock and tied it off, tossing it on the ground beside him. He ran his hands over Michael's sweaty side before shuffling to the side where he laid back down on the ground, staring upward. A moment later, he felt Michael land beside him. A tentative hand touched his chest and without thinking, Alex grabbed it and held it against his still rapidly beating heart.

"So that was…" Michael started, voice sounding awed. Alex nodded in agreement, not ready to speak yet. After a few minutes he found his words.

"Are you here all the time or do you get nights off sometimes? I'd...I'd like to do that again sometime," Alex finally managed to say, turning his head to look over at Michael. Michael was laying partially on his stomach, cheek resting against his arm and curls tumbling everywhere. He would look so good wrapped in Alex's sheets.

"You're cum drunk," Michael teased, not unkindly, but Alex still felt the slight. It was true they didn't know each other, but Alex wasn't one for impulse decisions normally. But his gut was telling him that despite their lack of real conversation, there was something between them that he shouldn't let go.

"How do I prove to you that I'm not? Do I have to come back every night for a week just to talk?" Alex asked, rolling onto his side to better look at him. Michael opened an eye to glance up at him before sighing and rolling to his back.

"It's just the fresh fuck and my alienness talking. But sure, come back tomorrow night if you feel so inclined. Maybe I'll convince you to give that zero G sex a try," Michael replied lightly. He rolled to sit and moved to grab his pants. Alex felt off-kilter. How could Michael not feel this connection between them?

"Okay," Alex said after a few minutes of silence. "I'll come back tomorrow. And the rest of the week. The rest of the month or year if I have to. There's something here and I'm going to prove it."

Michael studied him, eyes sad and speculative. Alex assumed he'd heard this before. Maybe he heard it every time, but Alex didn't care. He'd prove it to Michael that he was different.

A shiny haze seemed to fill the edges of his vision and for a moment he felt like he was still at the club, in that hidden landing with Michael, and also like he was in a dream.

"You should go ahead and give up on this idea," Michael said to him and it felt like more than a suggestion. It felt like a shove out the door. Alex recoiled, standing stalwart in its path.

"No. I won't go. I won't be deterred," Alex replied. It would've been enough but his mouth kept moving despite his normal reticence. "I have never seen or met anyone like you. I don't want to give up because it's not easy."

"It's not ever going to be easy, Alex. It's always going to be more difficult than anything else. Just let it be. Drop it," Michael replied, voice harsh. Again, Alex felt a wave of persuasion crash over him, pushing him away.

"I won't do that. I can handle difficult. You'll see," Alex tried again, moving to sit up so he could move closer to where Michael was now standing. Michael gave him a long, searching look. The shiny edges lifted from Alex's vision and everything refocused. He stared at Michael, who was eying him warily.

"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow night?" he asked, voice tentative for the first time.

"Yeah. And every night after," Alex replied easily. Michael nodded and moved to help Alex stand. Alex waved him off, moving to stand how his physical therapists had taught him so he didn't hurt himself or the prosthesis. As soon as he put weight down he knew he'd overdone it. It had been worth it, but it would make coming back tomorrow and doing all those stairs a real challenge. Michael noticed his discomfort, eying him up and down for evidence of an obvious injury. Chagrined, Alex pulled up his pant leg and knocked on the hard plastic on the shin plate.

"You don't happen to have an elevator around here behind a waterfall or something?" he asked, smiling ruefully. Michael gave him a smile back and shook his head. "Oh well, guess I'll just have to stay with you up here forever."

"Sure. Let me just show you to my spaceship," Michael teased.

"Ooo, have you heard of zero G fucking? I met an alien once who told me it was a must-try," Alex teased back. Michael chuckled at his bad joke and moved forward, lifting his arms and resting them on Alex's shoulders

"A must-try, huh?" They were still smiling at each other when their lips met for a kiss. It was warm and wonderful and made Alex's toes curl. Yeah, this was definitely something.

[lady-charinette]

Aged up marichat where chat is being a little fart and marinette puts him into his place sassily. Angst in the beginning then shifting to fluff. But chat is justified in being stupid like he's not being whiny lol just a couple's quarrel LOL (since theyre in their 20s possoble mention at them having future kids and them being blushy bc they didnt do the shame shame bc theyre waiting for marriage XD) Lyyy scar

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"Oh? The princess isn't resting in her lavish castle with a maid massaging her feet?" the teasing voice cut through the peaceful silence and Marinette hung her head, already knowing who it was.

They've been at this for a while now.

Four years, to be exact.

She didn't turn her head to look at him, but acknowledged his presence when he jumped down from her chimney to land perfectly balanced on her balcony railing next to her.

It still amazed her how, even after he'd underwent growthspurt after growthspurt during puberty, with only her head reaching the very top of his shoulders now, he still managed to perfectly balance his large frame on the thin metal railing.

Marinette smirked at his banter. "The princess was waiting for her loyal servant to finally arrive and massage her feet for her. I must say you're quite tedious, loyal servant." the smug grin on her lips made the young man chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

A fair eyebrow rose in question, mirth shining in those green eyes of his that had captivated her more than once, not that she would ever say that out loud. "Apawlogies princess, my services have been lacking."

The young woman laughed, the smile reaching her eyes when she glanced at him briefly. "Careful kitty, I just may be on the lookout for another tomcat." She winked and Chat had to admit it did funny things to his stomach, had since they'd become good friends.

More than that.

Comfortable silence settled between them, until Chat Noir spoke again, his voice dropping a bit deeper, more serious. "Marinette."

The use of her name made her finally turn her head, the bandage on her cheek catching the cat's eye instantly. "What?"

He sighed, swinging his legs over so that they hovered over the floor of her balcony and no longer in open air. "You should've called for me sooner."

She gingerly touched his shoulder, her smile warmer than the inviting blankets in her room. "I'm fine kitty, Ladybug saved me."

He scoffed, messy blond hair falling into his eyes. "She may always save you, but there will be a time where she can't."

Marinette sighed, knowing those words were very true, especially since she was Ladybug.

Not that her partner would know anything about it.

"Maybe...maybe there will be a time where I can't..." the solemn expression on his face and in his voice made her blood boil and Marinette leaned forward.

"Huh? Princess, wha- MEOWCH!" Chat Noir sprung back quickly, back slamming against the side of the wall as he cowered away from the lethal substance. "Hey! Cut it out! I thought we talked about this little lady!"

He hissed at the offending object held securely in her hand, a disapproving glare on her face. "Don't you 'lady' me, kitty! And I thought we said you would stop trying to protect me all the time! I'm a big girl Chat, I can protect myself!"

The woman with the hell spawned spray bottle in her hands crossed her arms and the feline hero deemed it safe enough to come closer when the deadly bottle wasn't directed at his general direction anymore.

"You can't protect yourself against akumas!" Chat Noir straightened to his full height, now a whole head taller than the angry dark-haired woman.

Marinette growled in frustration. "I did and I will! Ladybug and you may have super suits but I have enough brains to think my way out of a situation." the proud smile on her lips was there for a second, until her secret partner was on her again.

Chat Noir growled, a far more guttural and feline-esque sound than what Marinette made. "Don't be stupid! What if you get into a situation where brains can't help you?! What if you're trapped somewhere, kidnapped by an akuma or not even on land and far away? What then? Still think your creative mind can save you?"

Not willing to back down, no matter how pity their argument seemed, Marinette stood her ground. She knew Chat Noir had now way of knowing she was Ladybug, so technically she had the brains and the super suit. "I will think of something!"

Now it was his turn to cross his arms, much bigger than hers, from all the years of fighting against akumas and criminals and he leveled her with a deadpan look. "Evillustrator?"

Marinette gaped, surprised that was the first thing that sprung to his mind. "You were with me! Nathaniel was harmless! We'd been kids Chat Noir!"

He frowned. "Glaciator?"

She coughed, looking away. "Kids! Err...I was on a roof and distracted by all the candles you set up!"

His expression softened at the memory, but quickly hardened with his next inquiry. "Ignoblia?"

Marinette jaw dropped and she pointed an accusing finger at her friend. "Hey! She was a bit..too quick and...she was a superhero- villain!"

"Exactly! Proves my point purrfectly!" He smirked at the look of despair on her face, until Marinette turned her back to him and huffed.

"I see kitty is having a hissy fit!"

He didn't want to, but the jab still got him. That little minx. "How can I not when you constantly dive headfirst into danger?! Do you think I dont check every alley and every corner if I dont know you're home when an akuma strikes? I can't believe you can't see reason!" he ran his claws through his messy hair, messing it up even further.

The designer stomped her foot. "I can't believe you can't see reason Chat! Why do you even check every alley? I'll find shelter somewhere!" she rolled her eyes, irritation seeping from her every pore.

The brief pause that followed made Marinette turn her head and when she looked back at the suspiciously quiet cat, her eyes flew open.

His face was set into a deep scowl, protective rage shining brightly in the green eyes and when he took a large step towards her, Marinette nearly stumbled from his imposing presence. His voice was heavy with emotion but didn't lose its bite from before. "I just want you to be safe!"

She stared up at him, her hands raised and just shy of touching him directly, bluebell eyes blinking slowly.

Chat Noir's face was still set in that intense glare, chest heaving from his outburst, until a hand settled gently on his cheek.

He blinked, all traces of anger gone and he instinctively leaned into her touch. "M-Marinette?"

His face looked so vulnerable, so open, green eyes glistening with emotions when her name left his lips in a whisper.

"I promise..." she took a breath, but smiled warmly up at him, the hand on his cheek caressing him softly. "...to try not to get into trouble as often. And I'll have you on speed dial, okay?"

The man sighed heavily, but nuzzled her hand, blond hair still falling slightly into his eyes. "You better not furget princess."

The teasing glint was back in his eyes and Marinette gently flicked his nose. "I won't you worrisome cat."

He shook his head, smiling down at her like a lovesick fool. "Kittens...."

Marinette rose an eyebrow curiously, giggling in amusement while she gently petted his cheek like a cat. "What?"

"Our kittens will be adorable with your looks princess..." the words leaving his lips were dreamy and mumbled, the same soft look in his eyes.

Then, as if awakening from his trance, Chat Noir sprung away from the blushing woman. "N-No, w-wait! It's not- I didn't- I mean I did, but- NO WAIT!"

He covered his mouth with his hand, face an alarming scarlet, tail haphazardly moving on the floor, and Marinette swore if she'd taken a second glance, she'd seen for sure his tail was formed into a heart.

Marinette's entire face was a tomato red, her mind racing with mental images.

Of Chat Noir

And her.

And their children.

Dressed in little black cat ears and wearing ladybug themed masks.

"Eep!" the undignified sound made Chat Noir jump and it took Marinette a split second to realize it hadn't been her that made that sound but him.

Chat Noir covered his face, before he desperately tried to talk over his rapidly pounding heart. "W-Wait, it's not what it sounds like! I was- I was talking about kittens, from- from the streets and- and! Um, adopting them!" he looked everywhere but at her but Marinette couldnt bring herself to look away from him, transformed into a blushing, stuttering mess.

"Y-Yes! Pff-preciously! I-I mean precisely! Kittens! From the streets! To uh, to adopt! Not like a family or anything or uh - just uh, individually! As-as friends! Platonic! Completely platonic! I mean, of course, if you want- not I'm not forcing you, never, I mean you're my princess and lady, I could never force you, no way! No, I-"

A finger suddenly planted itself on his lips and Chat Noir's eyes flew wide open at the action, pupils zeroing in on Marinette.

A very red faced Marinette, who had a determined look on her face, stared up at him just as she stared down their enemies when in her super suit as Ladybug. "I...I think kittens would....would be fine."

Both older teens stared at each-other in petrified silence, until Marinette spoke again, the pink shade on her face growing darker. "B-But our own k-kittens...w-with Ladybug masks and cat ears...I-in a n-non-platonic way..."

Silence.

Ice settled in her stomach and Marinette's mind worked into overdrive to try and come up with a believable excuse.

Maybe it had been a joke! Of course! Chat Noir was known to make jokes!

Marinette froze when she was pushed into a solid warmth, surrounded by equally solid, warm arms around her back and one cradling the back of her head tenderly.

She could feel Chat's frantic heartbeat slowly settle down the longer they were locked in their embrace and before Marinette could form a sentence, Chat already spoke.

His voice was so quiet, she strained to hear it properly. "You know princess, I think I prefer them wearing their mama's suit more, but whatever you say m'lady."

Marinette's heart skipped a beat and she buried her face against his chest, shoulders shaking from laughter.

That dork.

Of course he knew.

But she had a little secret of her own, one she won't reveal just yet.

She smiled, her own arms wrapping around him tightly.

He purred in response.

Marinette's smile widened. "Only if they wear their papa's brand from time to time."

Chat's heart picked up in speed again and Marinette laughed.

[bigfrozenfan]

Frozen III plot / fanfic - part 4

The Secret of the Northuldra

The previous three parts you can find here: part one, part two, additional thoughts, part three.

I do have now a permanent beta-reader for my translation, writing style, possible logical errors and for discussions about my ideas. 

Thanks Anon (i'm in private contact with him) for your support and for being such a huge fan of my fanfiction!

I hope you like this next part of my fanfic. Enjoy.

It has existed for so long. So long that, over the eons, it saw even the stars move and how the world was formed. Time passed, and it was content. It was at one with this world. Then life arose and at some point this began to develop its own consciousness. For a long time everything was good and remained in balance. But this did not stay that way for long and humans began to multiply and slowly but surely change this balance. It sensed this in advance and withdrew to a place high up in the north of the world. This place was not chosen by chance, but it did not look for this place either. That happened just like that. With the help of the elements it was in contact with every place in the world. It observed and learned, collected everything worth knowing and stored the memories of everything that existed. It was a river of knowledge and at some point it decided to intervene.

Humans felt that there was something at this site. Something special. Some of them, however, were more receptive than others and they went to this place because the river attracted them irresistibly. It chose these humans and made them serve itself, influenced them and sent them dreams. It gave them knowledge and wisdom and made sure that everything remained in balance.

As the centuries passed and the river froze, it finally became a glacier as the world changed. The place slowly fell into oblivion and eventually became a legend. But it was still there, and at some point decided to give a living form to four elements and to choose only one of these receptive humans in his short life time to control them all. It gave him a little of its own power for this task and thus ensured that the balance was maintained.

Generations passed, humans someday gave the glacier a name and four large monoliths were made, showing the symbols of the four elements. They had seen them glowing in the sky above the glacier more than once. The family of the One, called the Fifth who was admired and respected by all, made a scarf to pass on the legend to their descendants in a vivid way. It showed just these four symbols, grouped around a central fifth spirit, the symbol of a bridge between nature and mankind.

For some time all stayed that way and man and nature lived in harmony, but humans were the ones who finally changed things. There was a war between two peoples and it had to intervene once again. But in this turmoil something happened and remained undiscovered. Destiny took its course decades later when it, which they called Ahtohallan, finally realized his mistake.

Envy arose and desire for this power they called magic and a human took advantage of Ahtohallan's innocence. One human, in whom Ahtohallan had put too much faith in.

A mistake that in time would cost Ahtohallan dearly. But by then it was already too late.

***

They had given the horses the spurs and rode as fast as they could. They changed the pace from time to time from gallop to fast trot and back again to spare the animals. But at some point the sun was already very high and the heat affected humans and animals alike.

Mattias let his horse recede into the walk and Halima did the same. He patted the horse’s neck and looked over to Halima. “We have already done a good bit more than half of the distance and I think we are well in time. We should be there shortly after sunset. Would you like something to eat?” He reached into one of the saddlebags and pulled out an apple, which he held out to her.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile and accepted it. Then she took a hearty bite. “That feels good now,” she muttered with a full mouth shortly afterwards.

He grinned at her and pulled the leather water bag from the pommel, took a deep swallow and then hung it back. “When we are in Arendelle and I have sorted everything out, we could take the time to have dinner together. Shall we go again to that nice tavern up near the mill? Like last time?”

She nodded, “That would be genuinely nice, the food there is really good and afterwards we could go for a walk and look down from the hill onto the fjord. The weather is perfect, and we have almost a full moon.”

“Good idea. Let us do that.” He thought it did not really make sense for Halima to ride back with him in the morning. It would be better if she stayed at home, and they would see each other again the next day, when they had taken Elsa to the castle and the doctors were looking after her. There would be nothing more he could do, and they would have plenty of time for themselves. “Darling, I think I’d better ride back alone with the men and the wagon in the morning, and you stay in Arendelle until I return the day after tomorrow. All this riding is too tiring for you, you’d better rest.”

“Yes, maybe you’re right, I’ll wait for you and then have some time to do some errands,” she said and smiled over to him.

They rode comfortably in silence for some time, enjoying the beautiful landscape that slowly passed by until Mattias’ face slowly darkened and he finally expressed the thoughts that had been running through his mind since they left this morning. “I can’t get the whole thing into my head, you know? I just do not understand it. Not that I understand magic, but I’ve been with the Spirits there in the forest for decades. They didn’t hurt us and they left us in peace. They always assisted the Northuldra. And now this.”

“Apart from the fact that they held you captive,” Halima objected. “You have been away from me for so long, my love, and I have missed you terribly.”

He looked at her and his face brightened again. “I missed you, too, and it somehow kept me alive all this time. I never gave up hope of seeing you again one day and living with you in Arendelle. But year after year went by and…I mean-” he raised his arms helplessly and finally admitted “You’re right. When Queen Anna…well I mean before she was queen…when one day she suddenly appeared with Elsa in the woods in the middle of us and we…I talked to her that evening and I asked her if you were still over at Hudson’s Hearth and-” he faltered and his eyes became damp. “She said yes, you are, and then I asked her if you were… married.”

It took a moment for Halima to process what he had said and replied quietly “There has never been anyone else, Mattias. Only you.” She paused for a moment and then added, “We could have had children, Mattias.”

He looked at her sadly. Then finally he nodded and sighed, “I’m so sorry. I honestly imagined it so often. You and me in a cozy little cottage in Arendelle with a rattle band of feisty little kids.”

Halima said nothing about it. They both knew it was too late for her to have children at that age. They rode on in silence, both lost in thought. Then suddenly, in a low voice, she said, “We could adopt a child.” There was a short pause and Mattias didn’t know how to react to this suggestion. He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. “What do you think? There are some very nice children at the orphanage in Arendelle who are eager to be welcomed into a good family.”

“You’ve been there?”

“I have nothing else to do and I help out there from time to time. Every Friday afternoon I also tell stories to the little ones there. They love it. Don’t you ever have wondered why I’m never home that day?”

Mattias looked embarrassed and shrugged his shoulders. “I must admit I’ve never thought about it. During the week I have my duties at the castle, as you know now that Queen Anna has made me a general.”

Halima shook her head rebuking and sighed, “You are taking your new duties far too seriously. We are at peace, so what’s there much to talk about?”

Mattias couldn’t think of anything to say. She was right… as always. He nodded and then said “Let’s go there next week together. In my time, the orphanage hadn’t been around very long.”

“Yes, much had changed for the better since King Agnarr and Queen Iduna.” Halima put on a dreamy look.

“You knew them personally?”

“Well, I had no direct contact with the Majesties themselves. But I often saw them in Arendelle, even at the time when they were not yet married to each other. But I got to know Anna well about three years ago, she always is eager to meet and talk with people, she knows almost everyone by name.” She looked at him and asked, “Did you know Iduna was once at this orphanage?”

Mattias shook his head. “Why have we never talked about any of this before? It’s been so many months now since I came back alive from this forest. There is so much to tell. We must change that soon.”

“Nice of you to finally notice.” she rebuked and they looked at each other. Then they both had to laugh about it and he rode a little closer to her horse. He took her hand and looked deep into her eyes, “I love you, Halima. Now at last I can ask you what I wanted to ask you even then and only never dared to. Will you be my wife?”

Halima tore open her mouth and eyes and stared at him. Her heart pounded wildly as she nodded slowly but surely and answered with a broad smile, “Yes, Mattias, my love. I do.”

Mattias couldn’t believe it and a tear ran down his cheek as he bent over and kissed her.

They rode close together like this for quite a while, hand in hand, with a happy smile on their faces.

***

“Yelana, Yelana… something’s happened!”

One of the Northuldra men ran excitedly towards the leader. When he reached her, he stopped in front of her, completely out of breath and rested his hands on his knees, exhausted. Yelana looked at him in a slightly bewildered way and raised an eyebrow. “Calm down, Joná. What’s so important that you run around the village like a madman, shouting loudly and scaring everyone here?”

The man took a deep breath and started talking with his eyes wide open “I was out fishing and I thought to myself, they’ve got a good bite today. Then I looked over the calm waters of the Dark Sea and thought d…”.

Yelana raised her hand and rolled her eyes, “Get to the point, please. You don’t have to tell me about the weather, I can see for myself that today it is almost windless and very warm.”

“Yes… of course, once I start talking then-” Yelana looked at him with a penetrating look. “Excuse me…um…I was rowing towards Ahtohallan and I was already close when I saw something very disturbing. It…”

Yelana interrupted him again. “What were you doing so far out there? It’s forbidden, you know that.”

“Well, I figured since the spirits are gone and all, I’d take a look and…and try to find out something.”

Yelana shook her head, “So, you thought you could find out something about it. You.”

Joná looked at her sheepishly. “I…”

“Well, go on. I’m curious what you think you saw that was so disturbing,” she said somewhat sarcastically and tilted her head a little to one side.

“Ahtohallan is hidden behind a thick wall of fog, just like the one that has kept us locked up here all these years.”

Yelana looked at him at first in disbelief, then lowered her eyes broodingly. After a few moments, she took him by the shoulder and turned him away from the others, who were now looking curiously over at them. Then she whispered to him, “You won’t tell anyone here a word about this, do you hear me? That will remain between us for the time being. This is a serious matter and I first, must think carefully about it. You will also not tell anyone that you were out this far today. If anyone asks you, you tell them something about your catch, something about a big chunk of fish that almost pulled you over the edge of the boat, or something like that. You know what I mean?”

Joná nodded slowly as he stared at her, but couldn’t get another word out.

“Good. Now go back to work and don’t worry. I’m sure it’s half as bad as it looks.” Yelana directed him gently towards the beach and watched him thoughtfully as he walked away.

“This can’t be”, she whispered, lost in thought. Finally, she turned around and slowly walked towards her kota.

***

To be continued...

Remark: I have wondered who or what Ahtohallan is since I first saw Frozen II. Except that it is the source of magic from where Elsa got her powers, is master of the four spirits and cares about the balance of nature, we know nothing about "this being", if it is one. I thought it was about time to describe Ahtohallan from my point of view and I hope you enjoyed my thought process. Since I don't know whether it has a male or female (more likely) nature I have called the being "it". Background of the idea also was to connect Ahtohallan with Gaya, the Mother Earth, as she was called in Final Fantasy. Omnipotent and vulnerable at the same time. It is always the people who harm nature and who are hungry for power, who wage wars and spread without regard for losses. I don't know what WDAS was thinking when they designed Ahtohallan and its purpose, but maybe it was also an approach of Disney to show a connection, between the Spirits and Ahtohallan and a fifth spirit that forms a bridge between these two "worlds", man and nature. The introduction of the Northuldra with the background of a real people, the Sami, certainly had a deeper meaning in this context, especially if you know something about the history and way of life of this indigenous people. The dam is also directly related here.

And...I've now worked out most of the plot of my story.  What I mean to say is that I now know exactly what is going to happen and I've already written the last section of the last chapter. But I can't tell you how many parts I still have to write before I get there.

[amethystpath-writes]

A Gentle Blade Part 9

Part 8 here

If anyone wants to be tagged in this series, feel free to comment, PM, or send an ask (can't add you if you send as anon!).

Word count: 1,720

TWs: (as always, if I miss any lmk!) Dead body, hanged body (not killed by hanging), mention of seeing bone (on the decaying body, no broken bones), collar, stabby collar (heretic's fork if you're familiar), slap across face, I think that covers it!

Enjoy, my whump gremlins!

******

Daylight should have been pleasant; Leera thought it would have been. It seemed more threatening considering the crowd gathered before the assassin's eyes. Some faces looked worried, most were cloaked beneath a veil of emotionlessness. Leera knew it couldn't have meant anything good.

Usually, crowds were great. Crowds meant activity, which meant distraction. Crowds were a blissful sight in Leera's youth. She was a mouse then, small and capable of getting into small spaces, fitting between bodies and casually picking pockets as she did so. This time was different. There was no distraction- or maybe there was; she was it. Some other little girl or boy would be weaving through the crowd, stealing rings off of fingers while...while Leera performed, as the queen liked to say.

Already, Leera could feel something twisting in her gut as she took in the rest of the scene. Within the circle of people- the assassin couldn't think it, couldn't think it. She squeezed her eyes as tightly as they could be and a whine rose high in her throat as she tugged away as harshly as she could. Leera couldn't walk any further, she wouldn't, not at the sight she saw.

A body- the king's body- suspended by the neck with a rope, his ankles tied to a slanted post. And beneath the post was some- some mechanism that Leera wasn't familiar with. She only knew she didn't want to be familiar with it. Seeing the king's body like that, not just suspended so cruelly, but the ugly pallor of his dead skin, the blue tinge, and half-decayed flesh. The assassin was almost sure she spotted bone in some places. It was a wonder how they had him hung at all. Don't think about it. Don't think it. Don't think. Don't think. Don't think. She was going to be sick.

Another whine fell around the collar between her teeth as Sir Guard jerked slightly. When she continued to pull back, hot tears streaming down her already sun-heated cheeks, he coiled the chain in his hand like he had before in the woods, coiled it until he was face to face with Leera. Of course, he had to slouch to achieve that face to face.

The assassin loosed a shuddering breath. Rennera had Leera's hands tied behind her back by another guard. The restraint was a short rope that was held by the extra guard, who pulled it back as much as he could, making Leera more than uncomfortable. Her shoulders were too stretched, and so was her neck when Sir Guard walked ahead of her. As uncomfortable as it was, the assassin wished he were walking now, instead of being stopped like this, so close to her, so threatening.

Leera had to remind herself of her discovery. Sir Guard was scared. What of, exactly, she was still unsure of. But she knew he feared being in her position. Knowing he was as fearful as her usually helped, but now, as Leera glanced over his shoulder and saw the hanging body, nothing helped.

There were hands in the assassin's hair, tucked just below her ears. And there was a hot breath on one side. "I'm sorry," Sir Guard muttered, so quietly that only she would hear. Leera's breaths became harder, more frantic. What cruelty was this? What trickery was this? "For everything I've caused you, I'm sorry." And without so much as a blink for warning, his hand struck Leera's cheek, sending her chin in the in direction of the hit. If she were able to touch her cheek, she would have found it even hotter than before. If she were able to see it, she would see it was pinker than a sunset sky- not a pleasant colour to adorn one's cheek. "Walk." Sir Guard's voice turned cold once again. How quickly he could change.

Once again, Leera was being dragged forward by the leash in her mouth. She was too stunned to fight again. The assassin was too busy contemplating her guard's behaviour. She didn't doubt that he was sorry, but what about? Surely he only meant the leashes and collars. But they'd already discussed that in the woods. Sir Guard brought her back because his life depended on it. Leera understood that. That didn't mean it didn't suck, but she understood. If he wanted to live, he had to do this. The queen's kiss suddenly popped in Leera's head. What would have happened to Sir Guard had the assassin not told Rennera he was admiring her, not fearfully glancing at her, like in truth?

"On your knees." The assassin's attention was stolen by the queen's voice. Leera's eyes darted toward Rennera, who stood in front of her, beside the king's post. The king looked even more horrid, now, as someone so lively stood next to him for comparison. Leera bit her tongue to avert the sick feeling in her stomach and throat.

With a bout of fear, and somehow courage, the assassin shook her head back and forth. No, she wouldn't kneel. This was sick. Absolutely sick.

Only now that Rennera moved her hands in front of her did the assassin realize they were behind the queen to begin with. "Uh is," Leera swallowed. "Uh is -at?" She hated not being able to speak. It made her seem even less than she already was.

"Oh this?" Rennera ran a finger along two metal prongs. "This is what's called a Heretic's Fork. Quite pretty, isn't it?" When Leera didn't respond, the queen continued. "No? I guess not. It does have quite a bit of rust. We shall hope it has no effect on your bloodstream. I'd hate for you to get sick, my dearest assassin."

Too late for that. Leera couldn't forget the pit in her stomach. Especially as the queen stepped closer and closer with that...that fork. The assassin had never seen such a thing before but she had a guess as to how it worked. Strap around the neck, two forks on either side. It was evident that either side would poke into her skin, one at the chest and the other at the chin, though Leera wondered how it would fit. It was much too long to fit against her chest and chin. But, as the assassin took in her surroundings, at how everything was set up, it was beginning to make sense.

"I'd also hate to exhaust you more because you can't follow a simple demand. Kneel, Leera-" The assassin squeezed her eyes shut at hearing her name said aloud to the massive crowd. True, they already knew it, but it was a harsh reminder of the doom Leera caused herself. She opened her eyes as Rennera continued. "-and I might allow your performance to end before tomorrow's sunrise."

"-unrye?!" But it was already sunrise! The queen couldn't mean that Leera would be out here with the fork strapped to her neck for a full day.

Rennera smiled, one step away from her captive. Leera suddenly felt very small, even though she equaled the queen's height. "Guard? Remove her collar if you will, please." Please. She actually said please. Of course, it was said to the future king. Still, it was very much surprising that a true kind word might have fallen from the queen's lips.

Leera didn't fight as Sir Guard removed the leather collar from between her teeth, but she did keep her mouth open slightly- even when she was told to close it fully. Closing it hurt since it had been forced open for so long. "Would you like for me to fix the new collar on her, Your Majesty?"

The queen gave a dreamy sigh and handed the fork off to Sir Guard. "Darling, you are the only one I would allow having such a daring attitude. Everyone knows I hate questions." She waved a hand and smiled. "Do as you will. I need her on her knobs."

Sir Guard didn't wait a moment before he turned, grabbing Leera's shoulder and hooking the back of one of her knees with a foot before pulling it forward, knocking her to the ground on both knees. She couldn't speak. It happened so fast. The assassin didn't even have time to predict it. Not anyone was so capable of knocking someone of her occupation down like that.

"Who are you?" she whispered, rasping as she hadn't spoken freely in so long. It was unnatural at this point.

Sir Guard was on a knee, heretic's fork in hand. He didn't answer. Leera demanded an answer.

"You are very unwise, you know that?" Sir Guard said this aloud. Then quietly, he told the kneeling assassin, "Don't make this worse for yourself, or me. Take this punishment and I'll work you through the next ones. Believe me."

After moments of silence, Sir patted her cheek several times, staring intently at her as he expected a response, as the queen expected some course of action.

"Fine," Leera finally muttered. "Fine."

Rennera clapped. "Finally!" she squealed. "Finally, we are getting somewhere!"

With a deep, calming breath, the assassin shut her trap and allowed the heavy forked collar to be tied around her neck while she kneeled on the rough, pebbly ground. Sir Guard fixed a fork against her chest, then against her chin until the prongs pushed Leera's head up so that she was gazing into the dead king's hollowed eyes.

And she would remain this way until sunrise, just as the queen wanted. There were no stipulations, no requirements. Leera was to sit and wait in this uncomfortable position, forcing herself away from sleep so as to not let her head fall heavily onto the spikes, and also not speaking or else her skin would be pierced just the same.

"Until tomorrow, my dearest assassin." The queen mockingly bowed before turning on a heel and clicking away in her regal attire. Sir Guard followed, but not before sending the barest of a sympathetic look at Leera, who sat, straining her neck as she tried to preserve herself. They both knew she wouldn't last long. Leera would exhaust herself and by morning, her chin and chest would be bloodied, four puncture holes being the source of red. 'Believe me' Sir Guard mouthed, and he followed the queen into her wrecked palace.

******

Part 10 here

[haneulpati]

I'm not cute

requested: dom! Kim Donghan + 2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”, 25. “What did you just say?” & 106. “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

genre: smut (dom! Donghan) + fluff

Looking in the mirror at a reflection of the most captivating creature to walk the earth, you admired his form silently. He was just about to get done buttoning his shirt up, when he realized it was crooked, an adorable pout appeared on his face. An irritated sigh escaped his lips, he had to do it from the beginning. You only chuckled softly. 

“You’re cute,” You commented, tilting your head to look at him from a different angle. 

“I’m not cute.” He furrowed his brows, fixing the collar of his shirt. “I’m sexy.“ 

“Sexy? Don’t be silly,” You teased.

“What did you just say?” He squinted at you. 

“You’re the cutest fluff ball, fluff balls aren’t sexy.”

You expected him to tease you back, to talk back, to argue for fun. But Donghan didn’t even look at you, focused on getting ready for your movie night out, his face expression indifferent. Now he was fixing his hair, which was unfairly perfect anyway, so you figured he was about to get done. 

“Okay. Let’s go see some truly hot man.” You continued your teasing, getting up and heading out the door. 

You entered one of your favorite places on earth, a small, but very impressive in its looks cinema. One of your first dates was there, when you fell in love both with your dreamy boyfriend and this charming place. The atmosphere there was something incredible, making you feel special even on a completely ordinary day. Maybe that’s why a lot of people were coming here, no matter what movies were playing, despite the fact that there were only two screening rooms.

“Hey, let’s recreate this.” You heard Donghan’s excited voice as he showed you his lockscreen, which was a lovely picture of you two taken exactly in the same spot as you were standing just now. You remembered exactly the moment it was taken, and it made you smile fondly right away. You climbed to your toes as he reached his arm to take a selfie. He gasped looking at the screen, then exhaled with a soft “Wow” escaping his lips. 

“You’re gorgeous,” He said in a husky voice, making shivers run down your spine. You felt a pleasant tingling in your belly, just like when he complimented you for the first time. Your eyes wandered down as you felt shy, in that enjoyable way. 

“Hey, angel,” His voice now a whisper, warm breath caressing your cheek. “Look there." 

You managed to look up in the camera, and he took the photo. You, with your shining from excitement eyes and shy, yet the most genuine smile, and him, with his parted lips, dumb but also incredibly adorable expression. 

"Oh my, you’re the cutest,” You almost squealed, captivated by your boyfriend’s handsome features. 

You observed him changing his lockscreen to your freshly taken picture. To your surprise only the right corner of his lips moved slightly upwards in a reaction to your words. Maybe he was too focused on what he was doing to think about what you had said. 

You bought your tickets and stood in the line. Holding Donghan’s hand you looked up on the screen, where movies’ trailers were playing. Focusing on the one you were about to see, when the main actor showed up half-naked, you felt your boyfriend’s sight burning a hole in the side of your face. You looked back at him with a question written on your face, but before you could say something, he pulled you out of the line, heading towards a small hall on the other side of the building, his grip on your hand tight. 

He stopped in the narrow space, where the walls were covered in crimson velour, lamps giving out a dim light of a soft violet hue. 

Donghan pressed your body to the wall, his tall figure covering completely your smaller one. Suddenly you felt short of breath, the temperature between you two increasing rapidly. You looked around to see if there’s anyone looking at you, but everybody was gathered at the other side of the cinema, already entering the screening room. 

“Look at me.” You heard harsh voice above you. When you met Donghan’s eyes they were dark, just like somewhat dark seemed his overall expression. 

“What is it about?” You asked, your voice quiet. He leaned in closer, you felt his hot breath on your skin, his body pressing harder onto yours. You gulped, confusion mixed with excitement running through your veins. 

He shrugged, tilting his head to the side, eyes wandering through your face and body, greedily taking in every little detail. His finger run down your cheek, barely even touching it. 

“Just being the cutie I am,” He said bitterly slowly, voice low and husky. 

His attitude thrilled you, heart beating fast. His nose brushed against yours, your lips parted and eyes closed. His hand found its place at the back of your thigh, raising your leg to make you put it around his hips. Fingertips gently touching the sensitive skin, smoothly getting under the soft fabric of your dress, made the heat build up in your abdomen with every hundredth of second. 

“Are you nervous, baby? Breathing so fast…” He almost whispered, you felt his words echoing deep in your core. He thrusted his hips sharply, you felt him pressing on you through the material of your panties, the sweet feeling making you moan straight into his mouth. 

“Hm.” Donghan smirked. “Who would’ve thought a cutie like me can make you a mess like this?" 

You tried to kiss him, but at the same moment his mouth moved to your jaw and your neck, placing kisses there, soft ones slowly changing into passionate lips, tongue and teeth play. You felt hot, slowly getting more and more eager, the intensity of experiences he was giving you was hard to damp down. You threw your head back, giving him the best access to your exposed skin, your fingers finding their way to his soft hair. 

Your eyes opened when you felt his slim fingers rubbing your clit through the thin wet material. You grabbed his wrist. 

"We’re not… we’re not doing it here,” You stuttered, the pleasure making it hard to resist. 

“There’s no one here,” He whispered, his plump lips finally pressing onto yours. You moved back, as much as the wall behind your body let you. 

“No,” You said firmly. 

You noticed Donghan was slightly upset, his lips turning into a narrow line. 

“Fine.” He let go of your body, and you suddenly felt cold. 

“The movie already started.” You grabbed his hand, heading to the screening room. 

During the movie Donghan’s hand was stiff in your gentle grip, even your thumb caressing his palm or your hand playing with his hair didn’t make him relax. He didn’t embrace you or caress you like he always would when you were sitting together watching something. 

On your way back to his apartment you asked him if he was mad, but he denied everything you said, face indifferent, eyes focused on the road. 

A few moments later you were sitting on the bed in his bedroom, while he was about to change his clothes. He wasn’t saying anything, he wasn’t looking at you. You were slowly running out of patience, highly irritated by his behavior. 

“Baby, what’s going on?” You asked, voice soft although you felt like screaming. 

“Nothing." 

That’s it, that was the one word you needed to explode. 

"Fuck, just tell me what’s wrong!" 

He turned around to face you, his jaw clenched, eyes furious. 

"Everything’s perfectly fine! Except for me, who seems not to be hot enough for you to be fucking attracted to your own fucking boyfriend!” He raised his voice while getting closer to you. He was mad, his chest moving fast, breath heavy. The shirt hanging on his arms was messy, toned torso exposed and shiny.

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly,” You murmured, feeling overwhelmed with everything about him. He looked like an angel, gorgeous and breathtaking. But what you wanted him to do to you was far from what an angel should do. 

He seemed taken aback, brows furrowed and lips parted in confusion. It didn’t last long, though, cause bafflement was quickly replaced by a slight smirk. 

“You really are something else.” He turned around, his back now facing you. His fingers ran through his hair, head leaned back and eyes directed to the ceiling. 

You managed to get yourself together and approached him slowly, arms wrapping around his waist. 

“I’d never thought you’d take what I said as something else than a joke. I didn’t want you to feel bad.” You placed a fond kiss on his back. “I’m sorry, love.”

His reflection in the mirror showed you he was now looking down, he clearly relaxed a bit.

Your hands slipped on his belly, feeling the muscles under your fingertips. 

He turned around abruptly, pushing you on the bed in a rapid move. 

You gasped, the only thing you managed to do was widen your eyes, before Donghan climbed on top of you. The view of him taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor somewhat aggressively was enough to make the heat flow through your veins. Your body was practically begging for Donghan’s touch, every cell longing for his attention. 

“Why weren’t you good to me today, hm?” He ran his hand up your thigh, past your belly to your ribs, lifting the fabric of your dress. “You made an innocent cutie like me have to punish you.” He tilted his head, his finger running down your side, his sight burning your skin. You shivered slightly. 

He lifted your legs and put them on his arms, placing himself comfortably in between. His fingertips wandered on the inner side of your thigh, his eyes observing the goosebumps raising on your skin. 

“What do you think would be the right punishment for you, baby girl?" You needed him to touch your most sensitive spot so bad, your body screaming for relief from the tension built up in your abdomen. 

"You had so much to say today, why don’t you answer me now?” His eyes met yours, your lips trembled from strange excitement. 

“I’d like to, but… I can’t find the words right now,” You stuttered a little, voice higher than usual from eagerness taking over your body. 

“Yeah?” He kissed your leg slowly, his expression cold as well as the tone of his voice. “Why is that?" 

You gulped.

"I didn’t expect you to be… like this." 

Donghan moved his hand to touch your heat, fingers teasing the clit. You squirmed slightly on the mattress, hips pushing towards his touch. He was quick to stop just to shove two fingers into your slick entrance right after without a warning. You cried out at the sudden intense feeling. He moved his fingers slowly, giving you a short moment to adjust. He knew you wanted more, and that’s why he pulled out, teasingly circling your entrance, making you whimper. 

He spotted your hand creeping to grab his own. 

"Hands above your head,” He ordered, and after processing his words with your at the moment messy mind, you obeyed. He pushed his fingers into you once more and pumped at a fast pace. Jolts of pleasure ran through you as he observed your muscles tense. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting the sweet spot, the muffled noises leaving your mouth constantly were like a beautiful melody to his ears as you let the sensational feeling take over all your senses. Those muffled moans became loud as you felt close to your highest. Your eyes rolled back in the ecstatic state you got to experience. The moment you clenched around his fingers he pulled out, making you lose your high, leaving you a whimpering, panting mess. 

He licked his fingers, looking you straight in the eyes. 

“Your taste is so good,” He purred, leaning closer to your face. “Just like candy on my lips.”

He knew what he was doing quoting that song’s lyrics, the one you made out to for the first time as you were sitting in his lap, completely vulnerable and eager. 

He kissed you with such passion it made you short of breath. His hand found its way back where you wanted it the most at the moment, but when his fingers started massaging your clit gently, you felt too sensitive for this and started to shuffle, your thighs wanted to close but your attempt fell flat with Donghan’s firm grip on one of your legs. 

“Look what I’m doing to you, you can’t even hold still.” His lips started to trace wet patterns on the skin of your neck and cleavage. “Handle it like a good girl." 

You sighed helplessly and Donghan lowered himself on your body, his slim fingers grabbed the hem of your panties and pulled them down, getting rid of an unnecessary material quickly. 

"So wet for me,” He purred lustfully, finger rubbing down your folds. You whined greedily, curling your toes, trying to handle the pressure inside you. You looked down to see Donghan between your legs, his tongue pressed against your folds, eyes locked with yours. You were close just from the mesmerizing view itself. His lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue poking at your clit before sucking it. Your moans were loud and whiny, but it wasn’t enough for Donghan. He made you scream by ruthlessly pushing three fingers inside you, rubbing them against your walls roughly. 

Your hands were hurting slightly from digging your nails into them when you couldn’t grab the sheets, so now your fingers were tugging and pulling on Donghan’s hair. 

You were crying out his name, losing control over your squirming body.

Then, he pulled away. The pressure was gone. Losing your climax again made you a shaking mess. 

“I told you, hands above your head." 

You tried to catch your breath as you felt him slipping the material of your dress down your arms, leaving delicate kisses on his way. By that time you were so sensitive that even those pecks awakened all of your senses. Soon you were lying underneath him completely exposed, hot and trembling. He connected your lips in a heated kiss, hands exploring your body. His mouth made its way down to your breasts, tongue caressing the bud, while his hand was massaging the other one. You moaned softly, chest raising fast, skin shiny. 

You had no time to rest, feeling his hand between your legs once again, teasing your core, fingertips barely touching you. 

"Donghan, please,” You whined, your voice weak at this point. 

“Please, what, angel?” His voice sent shivers through your body, making it even harder to handle.

“Make me cum,” Your words barely audible, but he for sure heard you clearly. 

“You need to speak up, love.” His finger pressed on your clit, you pushed your hips down onto the mattress to escape the teasing, but it was inevitable. 

“Donghan, please. Let me cum. Please,” You whined, completely on his mercy. 

He unbuckled his belt, and even if you felt like you were about to explode from sensitivity, you spread your legs open, inviting him in, laying in anticipation. 

Unlike ever, Donghan entered you in a sharp move, making you gasp. His low groan filled your lips as you enjoyed the painfully delicious stretch. 

“Fuck, you take me in so well, baby girl.” His moves were firm and fast from the beginning, he soaked in the endless moans falling from your mouth as he kept on thrusting deep inside you. Once he started to hit your weak spot in a lightning speed you threw your head back, crying out and trembling once again that night. Incredibly sensitive from edging already twice, you came fast, reaching your high as pleasurable warmth spread through your entire body. He was the one having the skill to make you see the stars on his command. Your back arched, you clinged to your boyfriend. He hugged you close to his body. 

“Good girl, just like that," He groaned, his eyes shut tightly. He worked you through your intense orgasm, chasing his own relief. His mouth open as you clenched tightly around his length. 

"Fuck, you feel so good.” His thrusts became sloppier and soon he pulled out after enjoying that sensational feeling for a short precious moment. 

A lazy smile blooming on his lips as he kissed you, hands on your heated cheeks. 

“Fuck, that was…” You stuttered, still coming down from those overwhelming sensations. "You’re amazing.“ 

Donghan smiled at you teasingly. 

"That was cute, wasn’t it?” He mocked. 

You shook your head. 

“No. It wasn’t cute.” You took a deep breath as he chuckled. 

He fell on his back next to you and you cuddled into his body right away. You were exhausted, but incredibly satisfied. Now you felt warm and comfortable in his fond embrace. 

“I love you,” You murmured into his skin, your lips pressed to his chest. 

Sunlight getting into the room through the shades fell on your calm face and woke you up. The memories of last night were vivid in your mind right after you had opened your eyes. A beautiful smile bloomed on your lips as you stretched your muscles, happiness felling every cell of your body, spreading a pleasurable tingling inside. Soon you started to miss your boyfriend, you wanted to see his handsome face and hear his heartwarming voice. 

You longed for the feelings he was giving you last night, and you craved to feel it all again as soon as possible. 

You got out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom to refresh. After that you headed out of the bedroom, grabbing one of Donghan’s shirt from the closet on your way. You put in on as a delicious smell led you to the kitchen, where your boyfriend was apparently making breakfast. 

He looked as captivating as ever, standing there just in black joggers. His build was too appealing to look away. 

“Good morning, love.” You heard one of your favorite phrases coming out from his full lips. His sight made its way to your figure, wandering, his lower lip now caught in between his teeth. He made you inhale sharply. 

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip?” You tilted your head, an innocent look on your face. The next sentence you spoke softer, more subtly. “Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

You observed his eyes getting bigger. 

“Right after waking up?” He approached you painfully slowly, a mischievous smile forming on his face. “Aren’t you a little sore after last night?" 

Impatiently, you got closer to him, so that only centimeters were dividing your bodies. 

"Not sore enough,” Your voice barely a whisper, eyes slowly shutting as you craved for his lips to kiss yours. 

Donghan lifted you up swiftly, and soon you were sitting on the counter, he placed himself between your thighs. 

Feeling him so close to your most sensitive area you whined softly, longing for more. You put your legs around him, pressing his body close to yours, hands on his back. 

You were crazy for him from the beginning, but after last night it hit you in many more ways. You couldn’t be more excited as you heard him answering your recent words. 

“I’ll take it as a challenge.”

[drabbles-and-babbles]

Sweet Creature (Loki x Fem. Reader)

*Disclaimer* I do not own anything about the Marvel Universe, including Loki. I also do not own any of Harry Style’s music/lyrics/anything of his. I was simply inspired by his song “Sweet Creature” and decided to turn it into a one-shot. To hear this awesome song, click this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uD6s-X3590. This was heavily inspired by @grufflepuff-writes-stuff​, whose awesome writing that has gotten me through this quarantine. Thanks a bunch! 

 Rating: PG for mentions of swearing. A bit of suggestive content there at the end, but no mentions or sexual actions. Otherwise, tooth-decaying fluff about a god who enjoys some jams with his human companion. Sorry, smut lovers. Maybe next time. 

Without further ado, I give you.. Sweet Creature

Loki woke to the sound of soft notes wafting into the bedroom, waking him gently from sleep. Blearily he stretched, reaching for the space where her body had been the night before. Finding her spot empty and cold, he frowned. Strange, he thought to himself, she hardly ever wakes before me. He heard another round of notes interrupted by a twang and curse, and his green eyes popped open. All the drowsiness left him as he sat up, listening to the sound of soft guitar drift through the door. Filled with a quickly growing curiosity, he tossed the sheets off of him and rolled out of bed. Careful not to make any noise, he padded quietly to the living room, where he saw her sitting on the edge of the couch. Her normally messy curls were especially chaotic this morning, and she was huddled over her guitar, muttering to herself. She seemed to be staring quite intently at some scribbles on her phone, and occasionally took a break from tinkering with the guitar to scroll down the screen. Hmm... he thought to himself, This is interesting indeed. It was rare to catch her playing her guitar unwarranted, as it was a skill she was hesitant to show off. The sound of soft strums would occasionally grace the halls of their home, but only when she thought she was alone. She took great care to never be caught, and the precious few times she had been, she had performed shakily and red-faced, cursing his name for her embarrassment. So to catch her playing her guitar, in their living room of all places, unprompted and vulnerable and so breathtakingly beautiful, greatly peaked his interest. 

He watched from the doorway, unable to look away. She stumbled on another note and cursed again as the string gave another unsavory twang. He fought a chuckle as a smirk slowly spread across his face. She was practicing...but for what? Grin fading, he suddenly felt a twinge deep in his chest. She had been acting strange lately, sending him out for errands at odd times of the day and acting rather flighty around him….she had definitely been hiding something. But she was always open and honest when she interacted with the opposite sex, and he could tell by her eyes that she was genuine with her words. No, he had no reason to doubt her fidelity to him, so it couldn’t be that. He dismissed the thought with a quiet sigh of relief. And yet, the rarity of the situation struck him as odd. Loki was thoroughly and frustratingly puzzled by this series of events, and an unsettling feeling bloomed larger in his chest. What is the meaning of this? What are you planning, silly mortal? He tried unsuccessfully to shake the feeling, but the longer he tried to shake it, the tighter it clung to his heart. Another curse broke his train of thought, and for the first time of the morning, he wondered what she was attempting to play. He caught a piece of the melody as she began to hum, mumbling through some parts and singing sweetly to herself in others. 

“Sweeeeeet creature, had another hmmm da dum da dadada daaa..aghhh!” She swore again as her fingers slipped and yet another twang filled the room. This time, he couldn’t hold back an amused huff as she fought to control her fingers across the strings. She paused, shoulders rising and falling as she took a deep breath in and released it. She began again, and this time the sounds that she produced were heavenly. Struck by the beauty of the sound, Loki found himself smiling again, all anxious thoughts replaced by the realization that he really, really had been missing out. How could she hide such talent from him? It was cruel, honestly. He did love a good ballad, and Midguard had so precious few that could be called such. He knew that she would likely curl up and die of embarrassment if she knew he was watching her, and a small part of him felt guilty for sneaking around on her like this. But simply listening in on such a sweet moment wasn’t wrong, surely..? 

Her voice caught his attention, and he focused his eyes in time to see her glancing over her shoulder at him. “Enjoying the view, Loki?” She had turned to look at him, guitar perched precariously on her lap. She looked at him quizzically, one eyebrow arching as red creeped up her neck and into her cheeks. 

“Oh, yes. Enjoying a great deal this morning, in fact. Please, don’t stop on my behalf. I would hate to interrupt.” He smirked as he leaned back against the doorframe, arms crossing. He half-expected her to run away screeching about privacy and how embarrassing it was to be watched like always, but to his great surprise, she turned around and resumed plucking at the guitar strings. Curiouser and curiouser, he thought to himself. Not wanting to press his luck, he stayed where he was for a few minutes more, listening to the magical sounds she produced and trying desperately to place the melody. I’ve heard this before, but where? 

He was shocked into another dimension when she shyly invited him to come sit on the couch with her. “I ah, I- I have something I want to show you,” she stuttered, face flushing prettily for the second time that morning. He willed his legs to carry him to the couch, carefully searching her face for any signs of illness, any signs of deceit. This was very unlike her indeed. He carefully arranged himself on the couch beside her, afraid that if he made any sudden moves, she might take flight like she had so many times before. And he desperately wanted to hear what she had been playing again. Once he was seated, she smiled shyly at him and started the melody over. After some skillful picking, she began to sing. 

“Sweet creature, had another talk about where it’s going wrong

We’re still young, we don’t know where we’re going 

But we know where we belong

Oh, we started two hearts in one home 

It’s hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn I know…

But oh, sweet creature 

Sweet creature, wherever I go

You will bring me home

Sweet creature, Sweet creature

When I run out of road, you will bring me home.” 

He couldn’t help his look of astonishment as he openly stared at her, amazement written in his features. He was both stunned and utterly captivated by her. Her voice carried a rich and soulful tone, invoking a deep response in his chest. The notes she played were clear and bright, and she only stumbled occasionally through an especially difficult part of the melody. Loki began to piece it all together, and simply couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. This was what she had been hiding from him. She had practiced, for him. She was playing, for him. His heart glowed with pride and affection at her display of trust. He was touched that she had thought to surprise him, to be so vulnerable in front of him. His heart swelled as he thought of how much courage she must have mustered in order to do this for him. Poor thing, he could practically feel her nervousness rolling off her as she played. She caught his eyes as she looked over at his relaxed form, trying to read his response. She smiled broadly as he closed his eyes and relaxed his head against the couch cushion. He felt her relax a bit, and with a deep breath, she sang a beautiful riff, letting her voice rise and then crash with the melody as her guitar rang out a quiet last note. Loki opened his eyes, crestfallen that it was over. Just as he drew in a breath to say something, she winked at him and plucked the melody again in preparation for the next verse. Ah, she was melting him, and she knew it. Loki silently cursed her for how his heart fluttered as she plucked her way into the next verse, but couldn’t help the slow smile that crept upon his lips. He closed his eyes again and fell headlong into her siren song. 

As she sang her way through the second chorus, Loki’s brows furrowed slightly as the realization dawned on him. He knew exactly why the song was familiar to him. It was from a CD that he had found in her room. He had asked her to play it for him long ago out of curiosity, as he had never encountered such a thing before. She lit up when he presented the CD to her, and upon explaining the concept to him, they had listened to it on repeat for several days. She had told him that this song in particular was her favorite off the album, so they listened to it more than the others. His lips turned upward as he recalled each memory fondly. He would never admit it to her, but he loved the way that she had relaxed into his arms as she listened to it, had danced to it when she thought she was alone, had once been caught lip-synching the song into her hairbrush in the bathroom. He had even sung this song to her after a particularly nasty fight of theirs in an effort to ease the tension, winning him a punch on the arm and a dreamy sigh from his lover. To hear it now from her lips was not only ironic but touching, intimate. He was overwhelmed with emotion now as she sang it to him, and was thankful that he had chosen to close his eyes earlier. Gods forbid he do something as foolish as cry in front of his mortal while she sang for him. He vowed to make her sing him to sleep like this every night as punishment for hiding this talent from him. Wicked thing. I love you, he thought to himself. 

She finished the song with a glorious high-pitched run and a flourish on the guitar, and Loki sighed heavily before opening suspiciously watery eyes. “Are..are you crying?” she asked incredulously. His hands were reaching for her as he subtly cleared his throat. 

“I’m speechless. Absolutely speechless,” was all he was able to mutter before his hand reached out and cupped her face. His lips were on hers before she could reply. She broke the kiss long enough to set her guitar off to the side, and then tangled her fingers in his raven hair as her lips crashed back into his. She smirked when he groaned and deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him. Their tongues swirled in an intricate dance, pulling small moans from her as he took her breath away. When they came up for air, he immediately dove to kiss her neck, then her ear. Her cheek. Her nose, her eyebrows, her forehead, her eyes, whispering a husky, “thank you” between each kiss. He lingered at last at her lips, ghosting his over her bottom lip in a feather-light touch. Pressing his forehead against hers, he swallowed thickly and whispered, “How did I get to be so fortunate as to meet, love, and know someone like you? Surely you must know that you take my breath away. I- I am at a loss, darling. You are so beautiful. What you just did for me was so beautiful. Thank you.” His voice wavered slightly as he leaned in to brush a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. “No one has ever given me a piece of themselves like this before. I am honored to have received it.” Shocked that she had managed to elicit such a reaction from her Asguardian prince, she simply held her palm to his face, cradling his cheek as she caught his gaze. 

“I love you. I love you so much, and I am so glad that you enjoyed this.” She smiled then, and chuckled under her breath. “If I had known you would love it this much, I’d have done this much sooner.” Her eyes took on a devilish gleam as she leaned in to capture his lips in hers. “I mean, it’s not every day that one can render Silvertongue himself speechless.” With a smirk, she pulled back and stretched her arms above her head. “Come to think of it, I am rather proud of myself for this one. I may have finally found myself a superpower after all. Just think of all the ways I can use thi-” She was cut off by Loki’s lips crashing down on hers, crushing and wanting and...smiling? 

“Oh, believe me dear, you will certainly be using that talent of yours more often. But for now, I intend to put some of your other talents to good use. Now shut up and kiss me.” 

[plumblossomkun]

word count: 3472

pairing: jaemin x female reader

warnings: 18+ setting, a lil angst

summary: in which Na Jaemin is the first man you’ve let dance with you in months, and his smile is like starlight and bubbling champagne

a/n: thanks for waiting! it’s finally out! for those of you who hate on fics about the dreamies: the more intense scenes are sexy but not actual sex. also they’re legal so you can scroll right by if you’re uncomfortable w adults acting like adults. also i’m still working on the kun fic!!! take this in its place for now!!!

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10:00 pm move - taemin your moves captivate me under the dark lights

“Jaemin, what are you looking at?” Jeno yawns, dragging his fingers through his hair. With his chiseled jaw and bright blue lenses, he seems cold and dangerous. Then he grins, and somehow becomes more boy than man, cheeks rounding as he beams, the motion curving even his eyes into half-moons. He laughs at himself. “I look good.”

“Like always,” the other man chuckles. He grins as he fixes his long-lashed gaze on whatever has captured his attention. Compared to Jeno, he is slighter, jaw less squared, legs and arms lankier, but even slouched in his chair he shines, from the slopes of his soft cheeks to the argent rings on his slender fingers. 

Jeno follows his gaze up to the second floor, to the girl who leans against the bar and laughs with the bartender. Against the dark polish of the wood, and under the faint gold lighting reflecting off the glass tiled walls, her hair falls dark brown and straight to her waist, but she does not turn their way to reveal her face. He almost regrets not having looked earlier, because even as she laughs with the bartender, holding a glass of water to her neck, she is graceful in a way that the girls around them are not.

He leans toward his friend. “Pretty girls don’t always have substance.”

Jaemin laughs, squeezing his shoulder. Even when his expression settles, his lips retain a half-smile. “Maybe not.”

10:58pm  chantaje - shakira feat. maluma and like a madman, i follow, behind you, dying for you

Countless girls boast rose-red lips and fluttering lashes. They bare their fangs like vipers, their intentions clear in the way they gyrate, asking for dances that neither of them want. At least, not to the slow, achy tune that the DJ is playing, low beat thrumming in the dim light, bodies riding against bodies in a way that has nothing to do with the rhythm of the music.

“Come play,” the girls croon, with their clawed hands and dangerously tall heels. “Drinks are on us. Come have fun.”

But the two refuse. They sit at a table by the stage, Jaemin flipping through his phone and Jeno watching the girls go by with faint disinterest.

Suddenly, he perks. “Jae.” 

“Mm?”

“돌다리도 두들겨 보고 건너라 (look before you leap).”

Jaemin looks up then. The girl who’d leaned against the bar nearly half an hour before strides towards the stage-- and therefore them-- looking like she wants to dive into the music. A faint peach-pink glow suffuses his cheeks. “I’ll try.”

10:59 snapping - chungha baby i feel you, the perfume haze spreads

With a final sigh of disgust, the bartender dumps an entire pitcher of water on the too-drunk man in front of him as the patron tries to grab the bottle of rum in his hand. “Don’t touch my alcohol.”

You spit out the remainder of your third glass of water, cackling. “Oh my god, Haechan.”

He motions for you to give him your radio, and when you hand it over, clicks it on to say, “Yo, can I get someone up here to escort a patron out?”

Then he snatches up what is left of the man’s last shot and sweeps the counter clean with a towel. The scowl that curls his lips is entirely uncharacteristic for someone whose name means ‘full sun’. “You touch my shit, you get out. Club policy.”

A guard (one of three) appears at the top of the stairs to take the inebriate under his arm. Yukhei is too nice-looking for a bouncer, not intimidating at all, but all the regulars love him, and that goofy smile of his works wonders. “Come on, buddy. I got ya. I’ll call you a car-- oh, your girlfriend’s downstairs? Dancing? Without you? Let me get the DJ to call her out so she can get you home.”

As you cringe for the poor man, an arm slips around your shoulder, and the smell of lavender surrounds you. “Hi, sweetheart,” your boss coos. As he cozies up to you, you look him up and down, brows raised at how he’s dressed. The black suit compliments his foxy blood-red hair, but without a shirt and tie, he actually looks the part of a sleazy club owner.

He adjusts the bobby pins keeping the right side of his hair back, looking unsure. “Too much?”

“No, just different,” you say, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. He flinches at the gesture, pale cheeks tinged pink. Despite his intimidating looks, Lee Taeyong is the softest man you know, and you absolutely adore him for it. “You look good, Yongie.”

Taeyong beams at the compliment, the color on his face blooming into a full blown blush. “You think so?”

“Yeah, hyung. You look sexy,” the other server, Mark, chimes in, tossing his apron over the counter.

Haechan throws it right back at him. “You never say that to me!”

You roll your eyes as they begin to squabble, like always. “Oppa, I’m going to take my 20 now.”

Taeyong is busy engaging with one of the regulars. “Okay, sweetheart. Have fun out there.” He doesn’t look to see where you’re going; he already knows where you’ll be if he needs to find you.

You run a hand through your hair as you go down the stairs, combing the kinks out as you move past dozens and dozens of girls. In their thick makeup and skin-tight dresses, they writhe to the heavy bass like eels, and you’re glad that even when they stand from their seats their drinks stay in their hands.

The stench of hundreds of perfumes passes through the air, heavy with heat, and the flashing, shifting lights turn the faces around you into Picasso paintings in motion.

You revel in it, breathe in the stuffy air like you’re starved for it. Taeyong always says he likes it like that, maintains that a sweaty club-goer is the one that hands over the most money for drinks, only turns the AC on to air out the club at the end of the night. You only love it when you’re about to be part of it.

“Hey, baby, let me buy a drink when your shift ends,” someone hollers, a round of drunken cheers following. “You need one, don’t you?” When you glance at the group of men sitting by the bottom of the stairs, they are all red-cheeked, and their heads wobble on their necks as they wave at you. 

“No thanks,” you say dryly. They reek of alcohol and grease. Christ. “I don’t drink.”

“That’s okay, sweetie, we’ll be here when you want to,” one of the other men at the table leers, raising his beer in the air. “All~ night long.”

“I’ll let you know if I ever need a drink,” you lie, and continue on your way, shuddering at the very thought of it. If you ever drank, it wouldn’t be with them.

Regardless, you have your eyes set on what you want already.

He sits in shadow just below the stage, though the shadows are not enough to hide him, not when he looks like a sin waiting to happen. You’ve never seen him before-- you’re sure you would have noticed him if he’d been at the club before.

A strip of bare skin peeks out between the laces of his white tunic, running from his collarbones to just above his navel; the maroon blazer against his pale skin makes him look like he’s made of moonlight. When you draw closer, you can see dark red glitter sparkle on his long lashes, and a thin layer of gloss on his petal pink lips; behind the strands of almost-black hair falling across his face, his shining eyes are lined with umber.

Dangerous, you muse. You’re sure that anything would look good on him.

He sees you coming, basically jumps to his feet and meets you halfway. His lips curve into a smile, one that bares the upper row of his teeth and shows off the length of his lashes against his cheeks, a smile that is soft and bright like starlight. 

Before you can speak, he offers you his hand. “Would you like to dance?

Against your better judgement, you take it. “You’ll be the first person I say yes to tonight, then.” 

It’s not like I’ll dance with another cute boy tonight, anyway.

“I’m honored,” he chuckles. And he pulls you into the crowd, and, subsequently, into his arms.

11:02 ko ko bop - exo can’t explain this feeling, i’m drawn by your ways

Her hands are soft, and small, and almost cold when they ghost over his, but the way she smiles is everything but that. In fact, now that she’s dancing-- and it’s like it just happens to be with him, he’s almost sure she would look the same way in anyone else’s arms-- she seems to glow, with an undeniable energy that draws in all the eyes of the people around her. It is like she is the only light in the entire club, and everyone else is drowning in shadow.

He watches incredulously as her hands run chastely down from his neck to his chest, then flit down to his sides. And despite their lightness, they feel like fire to him.

His lungs have never failed him like this before.

She grins like she knows just how devastating she is, and cocks her head, inviting him to come closer. Even her perfume is intoxicating, the faint sweetness of strawberries and jasmine lingering wherever she moves.

He laughs, grinning as he leans in. “I’ll dance with you as long as you want me to.”

When she pulls back, she’s blushing— it’s lovely on her, like a dusting of roses on her cheeks—  and mouths, okay.

11:05 baby don’t like it - nct 127 when i’m with you, danger seems like a good thing

The hair’s breadth of distance between you is a sweet gesture on his part-- even when you trace the lines of his body, feel his heartbeat just beneath your fingertips, he doesn’t do the same to you-- but something in you really wants to see him let go. The razor-sharp tension in his jaw and the way the veins in his neck flex when he comes too close to you make it clear that he wants to be in that space between too close and just close enough.

“Why don’t you relax?” Your back pressed to his chest, you tip your head back so you’re leaning into him. If you weren’t paying attention, you’d only see the soft smile on his face and the conspiratorial wink. But you are so close to him that you can hear the quiet gasp that escapes him at the contact. You’re too short to really lean on his shoulder, but the feeling of him hovering over you, almost holding you, is strangely comforting. That, and he smells like clean laundry, all warmth and sweetness.

“There are a lot of people watching us,” he says, his voice caressing your ear, deep and rich like melted chocolate. It’s not quite an answer to your question, but the words are also not a boast or a lie-- you can feel the electricity of countless watching eyes, jealousy dripping from them like melting wax that you are the one who has his attention. You can’t help but feel smug, and bite your lip to keep yourself from snickering. 

Except, when his hands frame your body, from your shoulders down to your hips, finally running his fingers over your skin, a sharp inhale comes out instead. You almost swear at the way he does it, reverently, so gentle, like you’re glass.

Christ.

11:11 señorita - (g)i-dle just focus on me, do other eyes matter?

His cheek brushes against yours when you turn your head to whisper, “It’s 11:11. Make a wish?”

He snickers. “Who needs a wish when I already have you here?”

That’s a fucking terrible line. You wonder if you should laugh or hit him for it. Meanwhile, he trembles with laughter at his own words.

Somewhere between a minute and an eternity later, he’s spun you back around to face him, one hand on your hip. He doesn’t say anything, but that beautiful, shining smile lingers on his face as the two of you continue to sway to the reggae strum of bass guitar filling the air, every move languid and easy.

11:11 long flight - taeyong it’s enough, but i’m still starving baby

Jaemin is completely and utterly convinced that the girl in his arms fits there a little too well for his own good. He sighs.

A sudden coldness settles in her expression at the noise, and her voice is small and distant when she leans back and asks, “Are you here just for tonight?”

“No.” He tweaks her nose, thinking, winter does not suit her at all. When that fails to shake her out of it, he brushes his thumbs across her cheeks, humming, “Did you know that a smile suits you better?”

She rewards his efforts with a huff of laughter, and a little of the light returns to her face as she swats at him. “Hey!”  

He grins down at her. “Are you worried you won’t see me again?”

The last thing he expects in response to that is for her to blush and nod the tiniest of nods.

He sucks in a breath at the feeling that washes over him like a too-hot summer breeze, one that is completely alien to him. Flirting is as natural to him as breathing or licking his lips-- so he doesn’t quite know what to do with the crimson blooming on his cheeks. 

He covers his face with his hand. So this is what it’s like to be on the other side.

11:12 all i wanna do - jay park feat. hoody and loco whatever you want, my answer is me too

The stranger is silent for a brief spell. When he speaks again, he sounds as if he’d rather not say the words. “As much as I would love to dance with you all night, I think Taeyong-hyung wants us on soon.” 

“Us?” you echo, looking up at him.

“Yes.” He looks as if he wants to say something more, mouth gaping slightly, but shakes his head, looking over his shoulder to speak to someone you can’t see through the sea of bodies around you. “Jeno, come here.”

Another face appears beside the stranger’s. Together, they look like a pair of angels staring down at you. And they would be, if they weren’t dancing with you, in Taeyong’s club, at this dark hour.

“Hello,” the boy named Jeno says. Unlike his friend, who is like a tree swaying in the warmth of the summer breeze, he is litheness and grace, slender and lean, and looks like he feels the music in every bone in his muscled body. His hard features soften when he smiles shyly at you, and if his friend’s smile is like starlight on a warm summer’s night, his is as lovely as the sun on a spring morning.

“Are you gonna go get ready?” he asks your previous partner as they bump shoulders.

“Yeah.” The stranger catches your eye with a wink, blows you a saucy kiss that makes you laugh. He brushes a thumb over your cheek before he leaves. “See you later.” 

And then he’s gone, leaving you bright red.

“I’m sorry he’s like that,” Jeno sighs, guiding you deeper into the waxing tide of bodies. “If it’s any comfort, I am a better dancer than he is.” 

You lick your lips, already starved for the music and the movement. You don’t miss how his eyes follow the motion. “Good thing you can show me.”

He laughs. “Of course.”

Jeno wasn’t lying, at all, and for a song or two, you forget that it was his friend’s smile that had pulled you onto the dance floor in the first place instead of his.

Still, your eyes stray, and you wonder if you might dance with his friend again before the night ends.

11:20 stay up - baekhyun let me get drunk on the sweetness that is you

Jaemin adjusts the mic pack on the harness around his waist and lets out another long sigh.

“You’re being dramatic,” Haechan comments, not looking up from his phone. The dressing room is admirably large for such a small establishment, but the shorter man is still in Jaemin’s space and in his chair. “We’re only performing, like, 5 songs."

“You can’t complain,” he replies as he peeks in the vanity to check his makeup and hair. “Taeyong took over the bar so you could perform with us.”

“Only because we’re making him more money than the bar ever could.” Renjun yawns from the couch behind them, stretching. “If Chenle and Jisung weren’t busy, we’d make even more.”

Someone knocks hesitantly on the door, like they’re not sure they should even be knocking. “You guys decent?”

“Mark, just come in,” Renjun and Haechan sigh.

And it is indeed the eldest of them who slips into the room, tugging his tie out of its loop. “Jeno’s coming. [Y/N]” —he levels a knowing glance at Jaemin— “is done with her break, anyway.”

Haechan finally looks up from his phone, frowning. “You should be careful with her.”

“Is she that dangerous?” Jaemin jokes. 

He doesn’t voice the fact that, for him, she just might be.

Haechan rolls his eyes. He claps Jaemin on the shoulder as he gets up to retrieve his own headset. “Eh... Mark, you tell him.”

“Tell him what—? Oh.” Mark looks up from the clothing rack, outfit in hand. “Haechan and I have been out there with her too, dude. Don’t mess with her. She doesn’t need another thing to worry about. Plus, Taeyong-hyung will actually kill you if you get too close.”

Jaemin holds up his hands in surrender. “We were just dancing.”

It’s Mark’s turn to give him a sympathetic pat. “If you say so.”

“Just remember I was the one who warned you,” Haechan huffs.

11:25 drippin’ - nct dream it’s too late to run away, you started this game first

When you return to the bar to retrieve your apron, you are surprised to see Taeyong smiling at patrons and serving the alcohol instead of Haechan. Yukhei is there too, keeping a watchful eye over the patrons, knowing all too well that some of them like to try and take advantage of the easily distracted club owner.

“Hey,” the guard greets you, grinning. A table of girls are giggling and waving at him, but he ignores them, giving you a high-five and a quick hug that has them whispering furiously. “Have a good break?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, thinking about the stranger and his friend. “I wasn’t on my own for once.”

Taeyong somehow hears you from across the bar and zooms over, brow creased in concern. “Sweetheart, you didn’t happen to be dancing with one of the boys who are performing tonight, would you?

Startled, you have to take a second to remember. “Uh, yeah? I think he mentioned that… He didn’t give me his name, though.”

“Mark and Haechan know the drill,” he mutters, mostly to himself. He glances at you again. “It’s not Chenle or Jisung, they’re hosting a workshop somewhere… was it Renjun? Jeno? Jaemin?” 

“Um… tall? Kind of flirty?”

“It’s Jaemin,” Taeyong says immediately, with a finality that has you wondering exactly what he plans to do with the information and how’d he’d known who you’d been talking about so quickly. “That boy—”

“What about him?” You poke him square in the chest, a little miffed. He means well, you know he does, but it’s not like you can’t handle yourself. “Oppa, I’ve told you, you don’t need to coddle me.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not coddling you. They’re— you know how Mark and Haechan are! Jaemin is even worse—”

“Okay, but I’m not one of them.” You wave at the table of girls sighing over Yukhei. “Have you ever seen me swoon over Mark or Haechan?”

“No, but—”

“We were just dancing, alright?” You tug at him, too tired to really argue. “If he does something, you have my permission to sic Yukhei and Haechan on him.”

Taeyong looks down at your hand on his sleeve and scrunches his nose. Sighing, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m just looking out for you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, stinky,” you call after him as he goes back to the bar and you tie your apron firmly around your waist.

“Are you sure it was just dancing?” Yukhei teases, mocking Taeyong’s worried tone. He cackles when you elbow him in the gut. 

“Yes, I’m sure.”

a/n 2: what y’all think? feedback is appreciated! you can leave it here or just deposit it in my asks (; ♥

[scarlettswxtch]

You Feel Like Home | 1/2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Description: You’re a therapist with a tragic past and Bucky’s your new bedmate. You try to deny your feelings for him but he keeps working himself into your heart...and your bed. Will you fall for his charms or keep him at bay?

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Little bit of angst. All my fics are intended for 18+ readers: this mini series will contain + death.

A/N: I wrote this in a plane, on my way home from Easter holidays so I’m v sorry for any spelling mistakes! :) This was written for an anon - I kinda slightly changed your request up a bit, hope that’s okay ! hope this is (kinda) what you were looking for x Also Jesus Christ I can’t do one shots I just write a fuck ton. Lol. I’m posting part 2 tomorrow!! :)

MASTERLIST

You were in a grocery store when you first realised you were in love with him. He wanted ice cream even though it was cold outside - the wind was biting, chilling and New York was covered in perfect snow. He couldn’t decide what flavour of ice cream he wanted and you teased him about his indecision. “Why don’t we buy every flavour?”

He laughed - soft, innocent laughter in the air like glitter. The kind of laugh you could listen to forever. “You’re silly,” he said, green eyes sparkling with adoration and he kissed you.

You’ll never forget that kiss. Breath pale against the numbing air, you blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed his face and you were captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavy on his eyelashes. In that moment, you knew you loved him more than anyone, a once in a lifetime.

***

2 years later

“Talk to me,” you whispered to no one, sitting alone in the very early morning of crisp November. It was cold outside but, you didn’t care. It was snowing again, thick and deep and freezing cold. There were a few clouds but the moon shone bright and gilded you in silver but, you didn’t notice it. You saw nothing and heard nothing.

You’d been up here countless times before their deaths. His death - etched in your memory like it was yesterday.

It happened so fast. You were wrapped in his arms; laughing, kissing, telling each other sweet nothings. His lips tipped up and he looked at you like you were sunshine. You’ll never forget that look - how moments later it filled with horror and panic.

A figure appeared out of a bright, blinding red light; an ominous warning of what would come. It was a woman - beautiful, slender, with eyes uncanny to his; round, green as new-born leaves. She had his eyes but she didn’t look at you with adoration. No. Her eyes slithered on your form like it was insulting, gaze almost red with resentment. When she spoke it was melodic yet she spat her words with hot-red fury. “I have to kill you,” she said and when you asked her why your heart wanted to leap out of its chest. Your daughter. His daughter. Our daughter. “HYDRA’s orders,” she spat and he pulled you behind him without a second thought, sacrificing his life for yours, blood marring the dirt as his form became nothing but a corpse.

You stared at the ground - snow once blood stained long washed away or mingled with dirt. You didn’t know why you kept coming here. You wanted to hear his voice, see his face, replace that final look of fear and tell him everything would be ok. Instead, you sat there, dominated by a profound sadness, fatigue engraved on your worn face. No longer could you see see that inquisitiveness, that desire, that fire in your eyes. All that remained was the deceiving hollow soul. You were just a shell of a person.

***

3 months later

“Would it kill you to come to dinner?,”

You drew absentminded doodles on the piece of paper in front of you as your lips pursed in discomfort. Yes, yes it would kill you to go to dinner at Jane’s house.

“Jane,” you said into the phone “like I told you, I’m really busy,”

“But I thought you said you’d have some free time coming up?,”

Your eyes closed over in exasperation. Jane was your dead boyfriend’s sister and there truly was nothing worse than being around his family. “I was but things got busy. Very busy. I can’t make dinner this week,”

“How about next week?,” she pushed.

“Janey...”

“I’m worried about you, I haven’t seen you in months! I mean, who’s taking care of you?,”

“Jane honey, I’m a grown woman.”

“But I worry about you. Ever since you took that job I haven’t seen you,” she whispered, this time sad and concerned and, because you loved her, it killed you. You knew she was worried. You and Jane had been the best of friends before his passing, attached to the hip like sisters. When he died, you couldn’t bare her presence - she looked so much like him it physically hurt you. Jane was flighty, sensitive and nervous by nature. Therefore, she constantly checked up on you despite your excuses to avoid her. That, and, you now lived in New York with hero’s that needed your constant attention.

“Don’t worry,” you assure her quietly “I’m fine. Just busy.”

“Pardon me, Miss, but Mr.Barnes is requesting your presence,” F.R.I.D.A.Y says from above you and your pen comes to a halt.

“Jane I gotta go,” you say quickly.

“But-“ she began.

“Somethings just came up, honey. Really, gotta go. I’ll call you back later,” that was a lie.

You heard her sigh then, “Okay, I’ll be waiting for that call.”

“Love you Jane, bye.” you hear her say goodbye but vaguely.

“Send him in,” you say to F.R.I.D.A.Y, fingers now tapping nervously on your mahogany desk. Being a therapist for the Avengers has its perks and downsides - on one hand, you were generously paid (courtesy of Stark himself, of course) but on the other, you were on call 24/7. Not that that was an issue for you, no - not at all. Helping other people with their problems had helped your own inner conflict and you did it rather readily.

The problem was Bucky Barnes. He's not usually the kind of guy you fantasise about. For starters, he's brunette and you’ve always liked blondes. Dreamy men with bright blue eyes who were emotionally stable, preferably. Until you met Bucky. He’s someone with his own issues, issues that made your own seem totally minuscule. Life taken by Hydra, experimented on endlessly. He‘s emotionally volatile, prone to aggression and...drop dead beautiful in every way.

There was also the fact that you were sleeping with him. Non-stop. Like two damn bunny rabbits. It was insane. He’s the only healthy drug there is, the one that puts your mind into a frenzy of sparks. Makes you...forget. When you’re with him, your past life seems like a dream - something that never happened. The simple touch of his hand leads you into moving in ways you never learnt but know so well. In those moments, you are only alive in the present, all thoughts of past and future melted away. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad but, the guilt you felt over it was overwhelming.

The elevator opens directly into your office and you watch him step in, phone to ear, he hasn't looked at you yet so you gaze freely. “Yeah yeah, Steve I got it,” he says into the phone. There's something about him, a slight confidence and inflated ego, that has you muddling your words and blushing uncontrollably whenever he's around. He looks up at you and smiles a dazzling smile, making his way to your desk. “I’ll see you later punk, I got a woman that needs my attention.” he says, eyes still on you and you can hear Steve’s hearty laugh through the phone before he hangs up.

“Hey darlin’,” his voice is smooth as silk as he leans over, placing a kiss on your warm cheek. He’s holding a coffee cup that he places in front of you and he sits down on the velvet green chair opposite your desk - looking all handsome and comfortable. You suddenly felt small in your own office - his energy completely enveloped the room. It was always like this with Bucky. He was an intense guy who commanded everyone’s attention - it was completely impossible for him to walk into a room unnoticed.

You eyed the coffee cup, smiling “That for me?”

“Got your name on it, doll,” He said lazily, head bent as he tapped away on his phone. You took it giddily, bringing it up to your face and smelling the hint of hazelnut. You smiled to yourself - you only ever ordered coffee with him once and ever since, he’s remembered exactly how you like it: a little milk, 2 pumps of hazelnut syrup and no sugar. It was a small thoughtful thing but, so very heartwarming.

“Hmm, what’s the occasion?”

“Consider that a gift,” he said, sliding his phone back in his pocket.

You raised a brow, scanning your memory for anything you’d done to solicit a gift and you came up blank “What for?” you were frowning now as you sip your coffee.

He kept a straight face, he was looking at you with those gorgeous, irresistible icy blue eyes that could make the whole of the Arctic melt in seconds. “For you coming to Tony’s event with me.” That almost made you choke. Bucky and you were many things but explicitly public was not one of them.

Your eyes turn round as you abruptly placed the coffee cup on the table, a little warm droplet spilled on your hand and you unconsciously wiped it on your skirt. Well, say hello to a stain now, idiot. “What?”

“You and me, Tony’s charity gala,” he said simply, completely un-phased.

“What? Bucky I never agreed to that”

“Don’t need you to agree doll, I’m telling you,”

You stared at him speechlessly. Bucky was a dominant guy - you knew that the second he first walked into your room and sat his ass down on your chair like he owned the place. The only vulnerability he ever showed was during your therapy sessions, when you’d both speak about Hydra and his past with Steve. Other than that, you could be damn well sure Bucky Barnes would dominate you in every way possible and damn if it wasn’t hot. Sometimes, only sometimes, you felt like you could see some of that softness when he was in your bed but, he never let you see it for long enough. You didn’t blame him - you pushed him away a lot.

He raised a brow at your quietness and you realised you hadn’t said anything for about a full minute now. “Uhh,” you began, damn him and his tongue-tying effects! “Bucky I’m not so sure that is professional considering I’m your therapist-,”

“Darlin’ I think we’re way past professionalism,” he interrupted, leaning closer to you - he was looking at you with heat in his eyes as his gaze lazily flickered from your desk to your eyes “Whole of New York heard you scream my name when I took you on that desk,” he muttered, loud enough for you to hear.

You swallowed, heat flushing your face as a sudden tingling sensation took over your stomach. “Bucky I cant - I...it’s different for the public to know. You’re not exactly lowkey.” It’s true. He isn’t. The Avengers are all high profile people constantly all over the news - from dating to getting a coffee cup across the street, you could be sure their faces would be somewhere on the front page. You experienced that first hand when you were spotted out with Steve. Headlines covered both newspapers and magazines in bold red letters: AMERICA’S SWEETHEART? They read - totally ridiculous considering you were only getting coffee but apparently, the public obsessed over Steve’s love life. Jane had called you asking if you were dating and you panicked so much you vowed to never step foot outside with any of them again. Except for Tony and Barton who were happily married.

Bucky stood up, face flashing with something that faded too quick for you to spot “Doll seriously, I’m tired of you denying that we have something here. It started off as just sex,” he leaned into the desk, face dangerously close to yours “we both know it’s a lot more,” he whispered and your heart started beating irregularly fast. He wasn’t wrong. It was...more. He made you feel good in ways no one else ever has - not even him. Bucky made you forget him. That made you feel incredibly guilty because he was supposed to be your soulmate - he still is in some ways. Yet Bucky got this response from you, a different kind of response - like necessity - as if your soul yearned to knit itself to his and it killed you. So much so it hurt to ignore it.

“I-I I can’t,”

“Why?”

“I have...I just can’t do that to him, Bucky,” your eyes lowered as you looked away from him “I still love him,” you said, jaw tight “please, let it go.”

You were met with silence and you peered up at him. He was staring at you with that hardness in his eyes - the same hardness you saw each night when you asked him to leave your room. His jaw twitched in what you could only guess was impatience, frustration, annoyance...perhaps all three?

“The more you hold onto the past the more it haunts you,” he mutters and his eyes search your face - voice lowering, almost soft. “Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at me across the room, sugar” his hand curls around your neck, squeezing it and your body shivers at the contact. “I know that look,” he whispers - gaze so raw you could only squirm beneath it. “I’m here right now, in the present. I won’t wait for you forever.”

You swallowed as your heart clenched “Bucky let go,” you said, so quietly that if he hadn’t been so close to you it would’ve been inaudible.

But Bucky Barnes was not done. You’d know this when he was not across the table but in your space. So far in your space, you were now standing and your soft body was pressed against the length of his, his hand curled around the back of your neck, demanding, putting pressure to bend your neck up as your lips connected. You put your hands to his shoulders to push him away, your mind filled with how you could do that as gently as possible when his tongue came out and the tip touched your lips. And at that, your body and mouth made another decision before your mind could catch up. This being your arms closing around him tight, his mouth opening yours, his tongue spiking out, pushing yours back into your mouth and then he kissed you, very hard, very wet and very, very deep. He tasted like mint - sweet and fresh and fucking fantastic.

You kept one of your hands locked tight around his bicep while you slid the other hand up his spine, his neck and into his hair. He bent forward slightly, arching over his arm, forcing your body deeper into his and you moaned a sweet, soft moan against his tongue. It was the best thing you’d ever tasted in your life until he pulled away.

You looked up at him, breathless and outraged at the same time - smugness was written across his features as he stepped away from you. He was smirking now as if you’d just told him what he needed to know “I’ll wait for that RSVP,” he said and finally strolled out of your office.

***

3 hours later

Nat was looking at you from across the table, face totally impassive. You told her everything to the minutest detail that happened between Bucky and you. And it was fair to say you remembered the minutest detail.

Through this, she listened.

When you were done, you asked quietly, “Well?”

She simply stared at you, eyebrow raised and book in hand, “Was there a question?”

You looked at her incredulously “Yes! What do you think I should do?” You slumped back into your chair, hand covering your face as you grumbled: “God Nat I’m so torn, he makes me feel good but-“

“All I’m hearing is excuses,” she interrupted suddenly and you peeked at her from behind your fingers. She was looking at you with her judge-y jade green eyes.

“Nat he freaks me out!” You exclaimed and she suddenly took your hand in hers. She was staring at you with an unusual softness and you felt incredibly lucky at that moment. You knew this caring side was something Natasha rarely showed to people - it was something she had only gifted you twice in your time of knowing each other and each time, you took that look of hers and locked it away in your heart to keep forever.

“I get that,” she says softly “I also get why. You’re scared of moving on, feeling guilty because of what happened. I’ll tell you this though, nothing good comes of dwelling on the past,” she echoed Bucky’s earlier words and your heart clenched because you knew she was right. “You should know that - you’re the therapist here. Follow your own advice. Besides, from what you told me, who you were with was not a selfish person. He would’ve wanted you to be happy - not be a nun and never find love again. I think we both know that...you’re just having trouble accepting it.” She let go of your hand and leaned back in her chair, face turned up to the February sun.

“God I hate it when you’re right,” you grumbled, fingers massaging your temples in contemplation.

“I’m always right,” she says without looking at you. “You already know Barnes. He’s got a lot of demons, but he’s good around you - we all see that he’s been better ever since you.”

You closed your eyes “Oh God-“

“What we gossiping about here?” A voice said from the kitchen door and you squealed at the unexpected interruption. It was Tony.

Nat was about to say something before you quickly interrupted her with wide eyes. “Nothing!,” you said, and Tony’s eyes assess you in thought but (thankfully) chose to say nothing of what he was thinking.

“Right...” he drawled before he distractedly began pressing at the advanced looking gadget on his hand.

“Need you in the office, sweet cheeks, ASAP.” He said, waving at you to follow him and you promptly got up from your chair.

“Right away boss,” you said and followed him. You turned around quickly to face Nat “Thank you,” you mouthed to her. She only nodded in response and went back to reading her book.

As you followed Tony, something told you you’d have a very, very difficult time trying to get Bucky Barnes out of your head and the truth is...you weren’t even sure you wanted to.