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newtonsheffield · 2 years ago

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What I want to know is the reaction of the sheffields in the au were debutant Kate and Anthony get married . Papa Sharma is gonna get his claws out

Now that would be interesting.

Tharman had known from the moment he'd shaken Anthony Bridgerton's hand and told him he would support Kate's wish to marry him that this would be yet another thing for his father in law to wield against him. Another way he'd failed in their eyes, the way he always would. But he'd realised a long time ago he could bare almost anything, any snide remark or roll of his father in law's eyes as long as when he went home at the end of the night he had all his girls around him. Mary to kiss his forehead gently and Kate to roll her eyes and smirk at him and Edwina waiting to chew his ear off about whatever she'd read today. This was the life he'd never want to give up even if it meant he had to put up with the occasionally uncomfortable family dinner as his father in law snapped at him.

"Gad, man! You've no discipline at all with those girls!"

"Kate, is doing wonderfully this season, Father!" Mary's voice would snap back across the table with an irritated sigh. "And Edwina is already fluent in three languages."

"Yes and the hem of Kate's skirt is usually covered in three inches of mud. A firmer hand could fix it."

Yes, because that stopped your daughter from running away with a man you find completely repugnant Tharman thought a little tiredly but he bit it back with a sigh. "The girls are very happy and I think that far outweighs any other matter."

And from the look on his father in law's face he could tell he didn't agree for a single second.

But he could see how happy Kate was, sat in the corner of their drawing room, her fingers hesitantly intertwined with the young man who was still nervously looking around as though he thought Tharman might come to his senses and throw him from the room at any moment. The way Tharman himself had been thrown from Sheffield House if truth be told.

"He's too handsome." Tharman huffed that night, throwing his dressing gown angrily to the floor. "And don't think I didn't see you spirit away the bill for the morning coat he was wearing! Peacock Blue! As if he needed to look any more handsome!"

"Well I'm glad you're taking to Kate's engagement so calmly, my love." Mary said a little dryly Rolling her eyes as he clambered into bed beside her. "He's a very nice young man, you'll like him."

"What I'm concerned about is Kate liking him!" Tharman huffed, still scowling. "She's just a baby!"

"Oh so I was just a baby when we married, was I?"

Tharman startled, staring at his wife, "That is hardly fair!"

"She's a few months older than I was when I married you, already pregnant with your child if I remember correctly." Mary sighed, not looking up from her book.

"Well now you're just being ridiculous, Mary!"

"No you are, Tharman. We came to London to find Kate a husband. She wants a family, darling. She's a beautiful woman, whatever did you think was going to happen?"

"I thought your mother would scare her off the idea!" Tharman groaned, petulantly tugging at his blankets. "It worked with you!"

"Oh poor Tharman." Mary cooed, running her fingers through his hair. "His daughter has found a sweet young man who worships the ground she walks on who wants to give her a good life."

Tharman sighed, his chest feeling tight "I just want her to be happy."

"And she is with Anthony." Mary sighed. "He is a fine young man who will make her a good husband, and he's who she wants to marry. You'll like him."

Tharman sighed, "Your father is going to call me a soft touch again."

Mary kissed his forehead, "That's what I like best about you."

And perhaps it was that more than anything that had him sigh the next morning when Anthony scrambled nervously into the drawing room, bowing awkwardly to him and Mary before he blushed bright red, sitting next to Kate, gently inquiring about her morning.

"Anthony, I'm going to have to take you back to my tailor today."

The boy startled, leaping to his feet. "Y-your- your tailor, Sir?"

Tharman sighed, "I hate to put you through it but I'm afraid Lady Mary's parents are due for dinner and we'll be announcing your engagement this evening. I'll have some of my evening clothes altered to fit you."

"Y-yes, sir, Thank you, I've not- I hadn't thought to- Well I don't dress for dinner at home."

He stood in the tailor's shop nodding approvingly at the man who would become his son in law, his brow furrowed. "Do you know my story, boy?"

"You- You're a tradesman, sir."

Tharman chuckled, "I suppose that is now true. I was a secretary, Anthony. Lady Mary took a liking to me when we met by chance and she defied her parents to marry me and I swore my girls would never have to go through what we did. You are a good man, yes?"

"I- I try to be, Sir. I help my father with the farm and my mother with the children and I- I want to be a good husband, I wish for children and I'll be a good father to them." His fists were clenched at his sides, that same determined look Tharman had seen in his own eyes so many times.

"Breathe, Anthony. Save all this for my father in law. But remember: Kate chose you. She loves you, and that is what is worth it."

But even so when they stood that evening at the arrival of Lord and Lady Sheffield, Anthony looked as though he might faint when the man's eyes fell on him. And perhaps, Tharman should have felt relieved as they settled at the dinner table and Lord Sheffield's disapproving tut was for once, not for him but it tugged at his chest, the nervous sheen of sweat over Anthony's brow, the pleading look Kate was giving him. Help him, Appa, please.

"I hear congratulations are in order." Lady Sheffield sighed, turning to Kate. "Though not the engagement we were hoping for."

"Well, the Duke was not so very disappointed." Kate smiled stiltedly, shaking her head at Anthony across the table.

"And this one?" Lord Sheffield jerked his head at Anthony. "He's no title, No one's ever heard of him."

"I'm- I'm not from London, my lord." Anthony choked out, trying his best to tilt his chin proudly as the man sneered at him.

"You're not from anything with that accent."

"Lord Sheffield, I-" Tharman started, something surprisingly angry rising in his chest.

"Oh you'll stay quiet! My daughter threw her life away on you, and now you're letting the girl we made our granddaughter do just the same! If you'd disciplined her when you had the chance perhaps she'd be a Duchess by now!"

And finally something in him broke as he threw his cutlery down standing from the table.

"Enough, Sir! I will not suffer the indignity of your barbs against my family any longer! Not in my house!" His chest heaved as he took a deep breath, forcing himself forward even at the spike of terror he felt at the anger in his father in laws eyes. "I have apologised for the way my marriage came to be more times than I can count but I will do so no longer. I have made your daughter a good husband, she has been very happy in our life together and our girls have become very fine young women confident and happy that every choice they make will have the support of both of their parents. Anthony is a very fine young man who I shall be proud to call my son in due course."

Lord Sheffield stood from the table, his fist banging harshly against it. "I have never in my life-"

"Sir, I must ask you to leave us to our dinner." Tharman said politely, sitting back at the table, picking up his fork.

Mary's eyes were burning at him proudly, bolstering his confidence as were Kate's a small smile on her lips as they formed the words Thank you and still, Lord and Lady Sheffield stared at him in surprise.

"Jonathan," Tharman turned to the footman. "Lord and Lady Sheffield were leaving, perhaps you could see them to the front door."

And the moment the door slammed shut Tharman tugged irritatedly at his cravat, throwing it to the floor along with his dinner jacket, gesturing for a shocked Anthony to do the same.

"Take it off, son. There's no one to impress here."

#you might have some bruises au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #mr sharma #sharma family feels #molly’s asks and answers

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iliveiloveiwrite · 3 years ago

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Hiii Hii!!! May I request for Draco🥺

Fluff prompt 3: "It's you. It's always been you."

Steams scenes 6: "Touch Me"

And miscellaneous 12: only one bed AU

Thank youuu❣️

Travelling Companions // Draco Malfoy

a/n: NSFW - minors DNI. FEMALE READER. 2k words (not really a blurb anymore), and the fic that has inspired my latest series so pieces of this will be taken and used there that’s why this may feel very rushed. The series will be slower.

Fluff 3: “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Steamy Scenes 6: “Touch me.”

Misc 12: only one bed.

Upon the end of the Second Wizarding War and the disgrace of his family, Draco Malfoy left the country. There was very little keeping him tied to England; a family torn apart by their beliefs, a cold house that was not a home, an inheritance built off the very hatred pedalled by his father.

No, Draco Malfoy did not want to stay in the country.

Similarly, you refused to stay at home too. Having seen the lifeless bodies of your friends, the nightmares had become too much for you to remain at home. Instead, you packed up your things, kissed your parents on the cheeks, promising to send them a postcard from every destination.

It’s in Italy where the two of you cross paths.

The night was unusually warm; sweat rolling down your back as you walked through the thick crowds on the Ponte Vecchio. You had no distinct aim of your night; happy to wander until the early hours of the morning, falling into your bed with very little to think about other than your plans for the following day.

It’s as your dodging multiple bodies that you spy a shock of blonde hair that you swear was familiar.

“Draco?” You call, watching the tall figure pause, “Draco Malfoy?”

The blonde turns at the sound of your voice.

“Of all the people to meet in Florence,” You smile, “What are you doing here?”

“An extended gap year as the muggles would call it,” He answers, looking mildly uncomfortable at being recognised abroad.

“Well,” You nod, “It was nice to see you, enjoy the rest of your travels.”

Draco nods, a small, polite smile on his face. He doesn’t say anything to which you turn away, continuing your journey across the bridge in the hopes of finding something to eat and soon.

“(Y/N)!” Draco calls after a moment.

You turn back to the man, finding him only a few steps behind you. His eyes are bright, cheeks flushed as he asks, “What are your plans for tonight?”

“I was going to get some food and then walk about aimlessly. Why?”

“Can I join you?” He asks; the words leaving his mouth in such a rush that Draco looks shocked at the speed. “What I mean to say is: would you like some company? It would be nice to catch up with a friendly face.”

“Of course,” You laugh, “You’re more than welcome to join me.”

Draco falls into step beside you as you wander the length of the bridge, both eagerly looking for a restaurant to catch up in.

Conversation flows naturally with the blonde, as does the laughter and the wine. You reminisce over the lighter days of your education, as well as sharing countless stories of your travels, finding yourself enjoying Draco’s company far more than you expected.

“Where are you going to next?” Draco asks, grey eyes inquisitive as he sips at his red wine.

“Greece,” You answers, “I’m island hopping for a little while. I’ve heard stories of an island that feels like the end of the world, and I want to check it out. Where are you off to next?”

“Greece, if you can believe it,” He answers, topping up your wine glasses with the dregs of the bottle.

“I’ve a proposition for you, Malfoy,” You announce over your refreshed glass of red wine. “I’ve grown tired of travelling alone, I miss conversation and company. We’re both travelling to Greece next – why don’t you join me?”

Draco ponders your proposition through his next bite of food, weighing up the pros and cons through a mouthful of Tagliatelle Funghi Porcini e Tartufo. “Alright,” He eventually says, wiping his mouth on a cloth napkin, “I’ll join you. I’ve grown lonely on my travels too.”

Your shoulders sag as Draco’s words wash over you. It had become lonely travelling alone, that much was true, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were meant to run into Draco tonight. That there was something bigger at play.

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The Ionian Islands were beautiful; travelling with Draco at your side made it easier for you to rest at night, no longer plagued by nightmares as often, but it gave you someone to talk to when the night had been bad.

Kefalonia held its own charm; its quiet punctuated only by the clinking of wine glasses on the wine tours shared with Draco.

Your time on the Ionian Islands had you seeing Draco in a different light; the sun had bronzed his skin and you couldn’t help but stare when his shirt came off at the beach. Something was changing between the two of you; the both of you lingering on a night, not wanting to be the one to say good night, not wanting to be the one to draw it all to a close.

You could only hope that things would change soon.

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“Are we staying in the port?” Draco asks, eyeing you carefully as you hold your hand out for a taxi. Wearing black slacks and a white t-shirt, Draco was unintentionally drawing the attention of most women and men in the port of Skiathos

“Nope,” You answer as the taxi pulls up beside you both, “We’re staying in Troulos.”

The hotel was a small, family run establishment that you had read about in one of the many travel guides bought before you left England. Draco leaves you to check in, letting you admire the scenery as you wait patiently for him to return.

The owner is the one to lead you both through the hotel, smiling politely at you as he leaves you outside your room, explaining the opening times for the bar and the pool.

“There’s only one bed, Draco,” You state obviously as you enter the room, pointing to the bed in offence.

“I noticed,” He deadpans, fixing you with an unimpressed look. “Look, I’m not sleeping on the tiled floor. So, we either share, or you sleep on the floor.”

“Ever the gentleman,” You drawl, arching a single eyebrow. Draco smirks as he bows; the motion executed perfectly, highlighting his very expensive etiquette lessons as a small boy. “Fine,” You huff, dropping your bag onto the bed, “We share, but I’m warning you now, Malfoy, I hog the blankets.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” The blonde snorts, wandering to the bathroom where you hear the shower begin to flow.

Settling down on the bed, you press a hand to your forehead, already sticky with sweat. Your stomach turned with butterflies as you think of the night to come, sharing a bed with Draco. The feelings for the man had surprised you; you hadn’t expected to feel anything for him, simply happy to have company on the last leg of your travels, but here you were – craving his touch and his attention as if it were your lifeline.

The shower turns off, and you jump up, grabbing your toiletries in an effort to give you something to do to draw your mind from the sight of Draco in a towel.

“I’m going to shower and get ready, and then we’ll go get some food, okay?” You call out, pushing past the blonde as he leaves the bathroom in nothing, but a small, fluffy, white towel wrapped around his waist.

“I’ll be waiting!” Draco calls out, laughter rich in his voice.

As you sink against the bathroom door, it’s then that you realise, you’re fucked.

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It became a quick tradition on your travels with Draco that you would alternate who would pick the restaurant that evening. As you chose where to eat the previous night, it was now Draco’s turn.

The restaurant he chooses is quaint, set off just from the main road running through that part of the island. It’s fairly busy, many families laughing and drinking through the evening.

The waitress hands you the menus, her eyes lingering on Draco a little bit too long for you to feel comfortable. You smile politely as you give her your drink orders, immediately feeling awful for the curtness of your tone when you had no claim to the man sat next to you.

Food is ordered and conversation continues to flow, but you find yourself caught up in the way that Draco makes you feel. Every glance, every smile, every unintentional touch – it leaves you close to breathless with butterflies raging in your gut and your heart close to pounding out of your chest. You had never felt like this, and your poor heart could only hope that Draco felt the same.

When the food arrives, it doesn’t take long for you to gush over the meal. “You have to try this!” You cry out as you take your first bite of your meal, gathering another forkful for Draco. “It’s wonderful!”

Holding your fork out, you expect Draco to take the utensil from you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans in, his lips wrapping around the fork in a manner that leaves you hungry for something that certainly wasn’t food.

“What do you think?” You ask huskily, throat dry.

Draco chews, pondering over the food. A smirk gathers on his lips as he swallows, “Delectable.”

The both of you fall silent as your meals are finished; the only sound between you being the scraping of cutlery on plates, but you cannot help but wonder whether Draco can hear the pounding of your heart every time he smiles at you, or whether he can sense the change in your feelings as you yearn for him silently.

“You were jealous – of the waitress – weren’t you?” Draco’s voice sounds, breaking your reverie. Blinking, you find him watching you with a curious look on his face.

“Yes,” You confess in a single breath, shifting your gaze from Draco’s, fiddling with the napkin in front of you.

“There was no need.”

“Oh?”

“It’s you,” He breathes, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “It’s always been you.”

“Take me back to the room, Draco,” You whisper, leaning into his touch.

Draco wastes no time paying the bill, whisking you from the restaurant and down the road to your hotel.

The door slams against the wall as you both fall into the room; hands pulling at clothing, lips attached save for the breathy laughter filling the room. He tastes of the anise instilled into the Ouzo shared at dinner; his lips fit seamlessly against yours as he backs you through to the bedroom, his hands wandering – memorising every dip and curve of your body.

Draco lays you out on the bed gently as if worried of hurting you in some form or another.

“What do you want?” Draco asks, grey eyes bright in the muted light of the room.

“You,” You state, sitting up on the bed, pressing your hands to the man’s bare chest, scraping your fingernails down his pale skin.

Draco shivers at your touch, barely repressing the low groan growing in the back of his throat. “Where do you want me?” He hums, not giving you the time to answer the question as he begins his onslaught of addictive kisses.

“Here?” He purrs, kissing your jaw. “Or here?” He asks, dropping a feather light kiss to your neck, pushing you back onto the bed. “What about here?” Draco teases, pressing blazing kiss after blazing kiss down the centre of your cleavage to the top of your underwear leaving you a wanton mess as you writhe underneath him.

“Darling,” He whispers, “What do you want from me?”

“Touch me,” You all but beg, reaching for the blonde’s hand, fitting it where you need him most.

It’s then that all self-control Draco had snaps; his hand slips into your underwear, fingers slipping through your slick folds. The gasp that leaves your mouth is swallowed by Draco’s lips, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip as he wrings every single ounce of pleasure from your body.

No nightmares are had that night; finding peace in each other as you sleep wrapped up together in the one bed.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco smut #draco malfoy fanfiction #moments with millie #draco malfoy blurb #blurb night #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy imagines

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peakyscillian · 3 years ago

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The Blind Date | Cillian x Reader | Mini-Series |

Summary: 'Hi, I love your writing so much! Can I request a one shot/imagine for Cillian x Reader, where they're set up on a blind date and I don't know just cute awkwardness happens? Thank you' Warnings: Age gap (Reader is in her 20's) Request: By Anon A/N: So I'm actually obsessed with this I'm thinking of making it a mini series? Like always no disrespect to Cillian's family, this is basically an AU where he's single.

•The Blind Date | Mini-Series•

The taxi pulled up outside of the restaurant, the late evening sun was still casting some warmth as you stepped out onto the pavement with a thanks to the driver, you spotted your friend by the entrance, stubbing out a cigarette under the sole of her heels, you brushed down the kinks in your summer dress as you crossed the road to meet her. You weren't thrilled about this evening, your friend had decided to set you up on a blind date with her husbands friend, a double blind date situation that you weren't entirely comfortable with but you could do with a nice meal and some wine so you'd dragged yourself home from work and got ready. Ella hugged you as you finally made it through the bustling city crowds "looking lovely y/n" she smiled a friendly kiss dropped to each other's cheeks "haven't had a date in a long time wasn't sure what to wear" you smiled slightly, the simple summer dress was paired with tan heels, gold jewellery and a tan clutch bag, hair swept off your shoulder in a simple clip. Ella led you through the restaurant, you spotted Paul sat towards the back, he raised his hand in a wave to you both, then your eyes fell to his friend, your date, he had the brightest blue eyes, a wide smile pulled on his obviously full lips, his brown hair was on the longer side but it suited him well, he was in a simple black button down sleeves rolled to his elbow. Both men stood as you reached the table, Paul bundled you into a hug as a welcome and then he gestured to his friend "y/n, this is Cillian" your eyes fell on him, taller than you, shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans he smiled again leaning in to give you a small hug and kiss on your cheek "Hi" you smiled taking your seat next to Ella, opposite Cillian. The wine was chilling in the ice bucket, conversation was flowing steadily when Ella appeared back at the table from the bathroom "Paul, we need to go, Jacobs babysitter isn't well she's just called" she was staring at her husband, you could feel his confusion at her little charade but he finally caught on, getting up apologising to you and Cillian and then they were gone. Cillian was the first to laugh topping up your wine "wouldn't believe Paul's an actor after that performance" he shook his head, you laughed lightly "honestly Ella has never been able to lie" you rolled your eyes, picking up your glass you took a sip of the chilled white wine "you don't have to stay" you added, Cillian frowned "I want too, unless you have somewhere else to be?" His gaze fell on you. You smiled relaxing into the soft seat "No, I'm enjoying myself" you blushed slightly looking down at the rim of your glass "I guess Ella didn't mention I was creeping up to forty" he cleared his throat you looked back up at him "she didn't, it doesn't matter unless the fact I'm only twenty four bothers you?" You questioned. Cillian shook his head opening up the menu for the first time "not at all, Paul told me before we organised it, I'm not a big believer in age meaning anything" he flicked his gaze up to you, giving you a small smile. *** Cillian had switched to a guinness but you'd stuck to the wine, knowing mixing your drinks wouldn't end well, you'd shared a pasta dish and breads, talking over everyday things, you were easily relaxed in his company, never an awkward silence between you. Cillian was interested in where you were in your career at a magazine and you'd felt a little silly to not realise he was pretty much a famous actor, he seemed pleased that you were so nonchalant about his profession, happily telling you about his tv roles, how much he loved theatre work and his up coming auditions. The evening was drawing in outside the sun setting below the London skyscrapers, Cillian slid his card back into his wallet after insisting he paid the bill even after you protested, he'd softly touched your hand pushing your purse back into your bag "it's on me" he stated handing over his card and that was settled. You were back out on the streets of the west end "do you have to get back?" He asked hands in his jeans pockets, you

shook your head "it's Friday night I don't need an early night" you smiled "want to walk?" He gestured to the expansive of London streets ahead of you "sure, I'd like that" you nodded he held out his arm, you linked your hand through resting it in the crook of his elbow as you fell into step beside him. ** You got out of the Uber deciding half way through your walk you both didn't fancy the idea of a forty-five minute walk back to your part of the City. Cillian opened the door for you, you'd discovered that you lived close by, Cillian in West Kilburn, you in North Kensington. You'd paid for the Uber much to Cillians disgust so he decided to get out at your stop, even though you argued that an extra 8 minute drive would hardly cost you the earth. Standing on your doorstep, Cillian had insisted on walking you the few feet to your door to make sure you were in safe before he left, you dropped your gaze to your shoes biting at your lip "did you want to come up? I have beers or coffee" you pulled your keys from your bag, He reached out tucking some hair behind your ear "how about I say goodnight now, and we arrange another date?" his hand was lingering by your ear "there's a play on at the Jermyn tomorrow night if you want to come?" he asked his hand had dropped to hold the tips of your fingers. You smiled at him "That would be nice, what time should I get there?" you asked as his thumb brushed over the back of your hand "I'll pick you up around six, we can get a quick dinner before?" he suggested, you nodded "Perfect, I had such a nice time tonight" he smiled at you, the gesture reaching up to his eyes as they flicked across your face "Me too, thank you" He lent in, brushing his lips lightly against yours, hand resting on your hip, your hand on his forearm to steady yourself as he pulled away "See you tomorrow" he squeezed your hip before turning to head back down the path, you stood on the step watching him go, a dopey smile on your face as the butterflies erupted in your stomach.

#cillianmurphy #cillian murphy #cillian x reader #cm #cillianstory #Cillian one shot #my writing #Peaky blinders #Tommy Shelby #one shot #fluff #au #the blind date #mini series

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langdxn · 3 years ago

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OMGGG PLEASE WRITE FOR STAN ✨✨🖤🖤

well if you insist...

off the record | stan bowes x reporter!reader

WARNINGS: pretty graphic smut, fingering, vaginal sex, pet names errywhere, trump mentions, dom!stan

WORDS: 2.9k (excessive but necessary)

A/N: 110% not proofread yet so apologies for any errors which i’ll fix tomorrow.

The hustle and bustle of 5th Avenue spared Stan the embarrassment of leaving a torturous meeting at work. Tumbling out into the chaos of the New York streets offered him the anonymity he craved after a confrontation with Matt, the ability to blend in amongst the faces that couldn’t recognise him from the next suited, briefcase-toting businessman.

Bursting out of the doors to Trump Towers, Stan dropped his briefcase and rinsed his face with both hands, pressing his fingers to his eyes in a vain attempt to wipe away the day he’d just had. In that moment, no eyes were trained on him, no pressure on his shoulders, no demands of his time.

That is, until a sugary voice broke the crowd’s monotonous buzz.

“Trouble in economic paradise, honey?”

Stan’s hands dropped to his side as he searched for the source of his interruption, eyes intently scanning the street until they fell upon you, leaning against the building’s opulent marble pillars at the entrance.

“Sorta,” he mumbled under his breath, a grimace gently tapering his lips as he gazed down at his shoes. In an attempt to avoid your attentions, he trained his sights on a particularly worn paving slab. His distraction worked right up until your heels clacked toward him and planted right on his slab, the smoke from your cigarette swirling in his peripheral vision — there was no avoiding you, no matter how hard he tried. Stan’s head raised to meet your gaze, his deep brown eyes betraying a sadness and insecurity he may never put into words.

“I hear Mr Trump can be a harsh master,” you goaded your victim into spilling his guts, taking a deep puff of your cigarette before blowing it back to hover over his brown curls like a makeshift halo.

“I... I wouldn’t know, I barely see him,” Stan confessed, grabbing his suitcase and nodded toward the street. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Miss.”

Time for drastic action. The brunette stepped toward the street, ready to dismiss this exchange and continue his day.

“I smoke out here to drive your boss up the wall, you know,” you called after him, booming over the hubbub on 5th Avenue. “Admittedly he doesn’t come out much, but that jerk-off on the 41st floor certainly reads me for dirt every Friday night. What’s his name, Matt Bromley?”

Stan stopped in his tracks.

“Oh, so you know him too?” You pressed, pacing toward him with a staccato clack of your heels.

“He’s my superior, or at least he pretends to be,” Stan turned to face you, that same pained smirk dancing across his cheeks as his voice cracked between sentences. “Be careful around him, yeah? He’s not exactly one of the nice guys.”

“You’re telling me,” you scoffed, taking another swift drag while tipping your head to the side. “Luckily if he laid a finger on me, I’d put it front page of the Post and he’d never work in this overpriced dump again.”

“You’re a reporter?” Stan’s eyebrows quirked, intrigued but nonetheless concerned. Should he even be talking to a reporter like this? Will every word that passes his lips end up on tomorrow’s front page? He shook his head to dismiss any suspicious thoughts, he certainly didn’t have the headspace for that yet.

“For now,” you admitted with a pout and an eye-roll. “Your asshole ‘superior’ tries to rectify that on a regular basis. Keeps telling my boss I’m soliciting outside Trump Tower instead of reporting. Always digging through my personal life and not coming up with so much as an overdue rental VHS. Someday my editor will believe him, but I’m on my last warning as it is.”

“Seriously?” Stan’s smirk grew more sympathetic with the realisation one more life was being wrecked by the man he had the misfortune of sharing a floor with. “That’s pretty crazy.”

“That’s Manhattan, honey,” you smiled warmly at him. “Don’t worry, I’m not doorstepping you, I just happened to be here on a tip-off.”

“A tip-off? What sort of—.”

Stan cut himself off on hearing the approach of a familiar obnoxious voice on a cell phone booming in the golden foyer behind your exchange.

“Shit, that’s Bromley,” Stan panicked, suddenly grasping your arm and leading you away from the door, casting your half-smoked cigarette to the kerb. “Let’s get you outta here.”

“My nameless knight in shining armour,” you chuckled to yourself, somehow instincively following his lead on the street until you merged with the throngs of passers-by. “Where are we going, sweetie?”

“My name’s Stan Bowes, and I have absolutely no idea where we’re going.”

———

“You don’t look like a Stan,” you mused at the businessman seated across the table from you, tapping your chin with a finger as you contemplated alternative monikers. “More like a... Colin? Peter? Yeah, you’re a Peter—.”

“Can we just... rewind here?” Stan interrupted, eyes darting frantically at your surroundings, scanning the faces at the other tables. “D’ya mind explaining to me why we’re in a Five Guys right now?”

“You’ll thank me later, toots,” you quickly dismissed his objection as you swirled your soda cup in your other hand. “You think your psycho friend from the 41st floor’s gonna look for you in a diner? He’ll go straight to the Plaza... or even Indochine. Never a Five Guys. Plus, I needed somewhere I can afford to pay the bill so the Trump Organisation expense account doesn’t feel the burn.”

A wordless nod and raised eyebrow from your company suggested his silent approval, but his hands idly toying with the burger before him betrayed his confidence in your genius escape plan. Folding the lettuce edging out from beneath the bun, tugging at the rings of onion and nervously picking the sesame seeds from the top.

“You never told me what your tip-off was. What were you doing outside my work?” Stan raised his manhandled burger to his mouth, daring to undo all the strategic dismantling he’d just put into action.

“Somebody told the office that the blonde egomaniac at the top of your food chain is planning to run for president.”

Stan nearly choked on his first bite, resisting the temptation to spit it out in shock. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“‘Fraid not.”

“That... that can’t be true, he’s too busy with the plans to buy the Plaza two blocks away.”

“The Plaza?!” Your inquisitive voice changed pitch.

“Yeah, didn’t you know?” Stan screwed up his face. “Wait— you’re not gonna print this, are you?”

“I’m not here to rat you out,” You raised both surrendering hands in the space between you. “See? No notebook, no tape recorder, no agenda. It’s just me and you, baby.”

The brown haired man smiled warmly, visibly releasing the tension in his shoulders, comforted that he wasn’t being examined.

“So if you’re not here for business, why is a beautiful girl like you talking to me? I’m nothing special, I’m just a guy in an overpriced suit.”

Caving into the temptation to look him up and down, your gaze wandered to Stan’s hands, gently trembling as he held his burger.

“Because I like you, Peter,” you grinned at the sound of your company’s new moniker. “You and that suit. But you’re so much more than that suit, you know.”

“Eh, I’m not so sure about that. Matt doesn’t seem to think so either.”

“Screw what Bromley the office bully thinks,” you slammed the table with your palm. “This is about you. The guy who stopped to talk to a girl who looked like she was hustling outside your building, the guy who’s not afraid to sit in a diner with a total stranger to save her from his coworker. Face it, Peter, you’re one of the good guys.”

His lips tapered into a warm smile. “Thank you, miss, for not jumping to conclusions about me.”

“Don’t get me wrong, the pinstripes suit you. They’d look better on my floor, but...”

Stan immediately looked up from his food to your eyes, scanning for any sign of humour or any chance you were just trying to make him feel better.

“Did you just—?”

“I think I did!” You giggled, a hint of disbelief in your own words. “Is that a problem?”

Frozen in the moment, Stan just stared at you for a minute. His next move was exhilaratingly unpredictable, leaving your heart rate thundering in your ears, but something about the shimmer in his eyes suggested you wouldn’t have to worry.

“Peter, what’s wrong, did I—?”

You were cut off by Stan’s lips crashing into yours, lunging over the table and hooking a hand around your neck to draw you in. His kiss deepened with every second, dipping his nose into your cheek and moaning softly into your mouth. As you parted, his ear-to-ear grin beamed back to mirror yours.

“Yuppies don’t kiss like that,” you joked.

“You should see me in the bedroom,” he retorted with a laugh.

“Deal.”

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Hollywood movies were right about one thing: sex in the throes of passion often starts in the same way — bundling through your lover’s uptown hotel room with your legs wrapped around his waist while he juggles his keycard, both peppering sloppy open-mouthed kisses and showering each other with distracted affection until he drops you onto the satin sheets.

Stan, courteous as ever, gently placed you on the sprawling bed without his lips leaving yours, crawling between your thighs before thinking how to undress himself. With both his hands preoccupied passionately lacing into your hair, you grasped at the hem of your dress to take it off yourself.

“Hold on, princess,” he muttered into your mouth, immediately untangling a hand to trace down your figure and met your attempts to hitch your skirt. “Let me strip you.”

Stan thumbed at the edge of the fabric, savouring the moment before you became so much more than a beautiful stranger to him, before slowly rolling your dress up, passing your neck and whipping it over your head to limit the time before he could kiss you again.

“Peter, are you sure about this?” You queried out of respect while casting aside his evidently expensive belt, tearing his braces from his shoulders and laying waste to his shirt buttons.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he hummed against your lips between hot and ragged breaths. “And my name’s not fucking Peter.”

Stan made light work of yanking your panties down to your knees around him, unhooking them from one leg for quicker access and throwing the bundle of lace across the room, soon followed by your bra. In the blur of clothes flying, you tackled his suit pants down to his knees and slipped his silk boxers to join them. The less you thought about those silk boxers, the better.

With no clothes left between you, Stan pressed his bare chest against yours, his heart racing so fast it could burst out of his rib cage.

A needy groan erupted in his throat as he tore his lips away from yours, journeying to pepper heated kisses down your throat, sucking gently as his lips reached your collarbone and followed south to your breasts. While his tongue expertly swirled around one nipple, his hand travelled to the other and kneaded hungrily, gently rolling the hardening bud between his thumb and forefinger.

Your soft moan as he sucked harder gave him the signal to trail his fingers down your frame, his palm traversing the plane of your hips before he reached your exposed clit, tracing lazy circles around your bundle of nerves. Your back arched wildly into his touch, reaching a hand to wind into his brown curls when your helpless, urgent moans grew in volume.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I won’t leave you hanging much longer,” Stan whispered through a satisfied smile against your breast. “I just need to taste you first.”

His circling finger journeyed south to track around your folds, swollen and pulsing in anticipation of his next move. Slowly dipping the tip of his finger through your soaking entrance, your hips bucked upwards and instinctively widened your legs beneath him.

“That’s my good girl, spread yourself wide for me.” Stan’s eyelids fluttered excitedly, adding another finger inside your aching cunt and hooking both to graze your soft walls. His lips left your nipple so he could gaze at your form writhing beneath him, completely at his mercy.

His curled fingers pressed urgently into your walls, building an uncontrollable pressure within you and forcing your eyes to roll to the ceiling. Stan noticed you nearing ecstasy and immediately withdrew his dripping fingers, raising them to his lips and pressing them to his tongue.

“I knew you’d taste like heaven,” he cooed gently, lifting up to dip his head into your neck placing searing hot kisses beneath your ear. “Cat got your tongue, Miss New York Post?”

“I... I...,” you stuttered weakly, your whole body alight with waves of heat and anticipation you’d never felt before. “I...”

“You’re not usually this quiet,” Stan whispered. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I... need... you...”

He hummed contentedly, trailing his hand south to line the head of his cock with your throbbing entrance.

“What’s that, princess? You want me to fuck you?” Stan questioned with false innocence, a devious smirk plumping his cheeks. “You’ve been such a good girl waiting for me, I think you’ve earned it.”

In one smooth rock of his hips, Stan’s length slipped through your folds and bottomed out inside you. Your eyes journeyed to the ceiling as he filled you, spine arching recklessly craving more friction. He drew his hips back slowly, but his next thrust slammed his cock inside you so hard, you let out a hollow gasp.

“I know baby, I know,” Stan comforted you, curling his hips to ensure every thrust brushed the tip of his length against your deepest points and revelling in your squirms under him. “You’re taking me so well.”

Lost for words in the stars emerging in the corners of your eyes, you remained speechless as Stan broke down every single one of your weaknesses and turned you into putty in his hands. Jerking uncontrollably and sinking your head back into the pillow with every devastating thrust, Stan kissed your exposed neck and moaned deeply. Seizing his opportunity, both hands flew to lightly grasp your throat, his thumbs calmly resting on your windpipe — his aim wasn’t to choke you, just to hold onto you enough to assert his ownership of you, claiming you as you writhed beneath him. He leaned back to admire his work of unravelling you, possessing you.

“Look at you,” he hummed through a grin, not missing a single beat of his determined thrusts. “You’re so, so beautiful.”

Chasing you to your height of ecstasy once more, Stan’s staccato rhythm jackhammered into you at the same rate as the tremors consuming your body beneath his. Your vision of his bouncing brown curls above you started to fade behind the glittering haze taking over your mind. Fighting for consciousness, you stuttered a hollow cry for release as you approached your climax.

“Stan, I�� I need to... I’m gonna cu—.”

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you,” Stan reassured, wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you into his chest as his hips grew frantic and sloppy. “Let go for me.”

With a deep growl and a final erratic thrust, Stan spilled against your walls, flooding warmth inside you that sent your head dipping into the pillows. His lips gently pecked your throat again as he poured his length back to the depths of your pussy, pushing his load as far inside you as possible.

Emerging from the depths of the pillow as you regained control of your legs wrapped around his waist, Stan slowly drew his hips back and slipped his length out from your swollen folds, his gaze dropping to your entrance as if making sure his cum wouldn’t drip out. Content that he hadn’t left any suspicious stains on the hotel sheets, Stan returned to gaze into your eyes and beamed from ear to ear.

“You... you called me Stan?” He quizzed while tumbling down to the pillow beside you, a puzzled eyebrow quirking beneath beads of sweat.

“You called me princess,” you retaliated with a joking tap of his chest. “I think we’re equal here, don’t you?”

Stan chuckled to himself and turned to face you, propping his head up with an exhausted, trembling hand. A palpable silence fell as he composed his next sentence.

“Was this, er... would you... can you...,” He stumbled nervously over his words; his assertive alter ego must have left as soon as he came.

“Cat got your tongue, Mr Trump Organi—“

“Stay.”

Your gaze dropped to your chest as you laughed it off. “As much as I’d love to, I got the feeling this was just a one-off for you?”

“That’s what I thought you wanted, too,” Stan confirmed with a quirked eyebrow.

Chuckling to yourself, you shook your head to dismiss all the worries that the dapper businessman would make you do the walk of shame once he’d finished.

“Then I’ll stay, sugar,” you beamed, settling into Stan’s chest as he scooped his arm beneath your head.

“We’ll get room service to dry clean your dress and I’ll drive you to work in the morning, if that’s okay?” Stan’s courteous streak had definitely returned.

You smiled broadly, nodding against Stan’s chest and swooping an arm around his waist.

“Besides, now you can tell me all about that presidential tip-off you had,” he quizzed. “Trump may be an extremely powerful guy, but he’s never gonna be president…”

#stan bowes x reader #pose fanfiction #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters imagines

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littlesmartart · 4 years ago

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Leverage AU thoughts

okay so I wanted to keep the worldbuilding for the AU in that specific photoset relatively short for the sake of how the post worked, but I've seen a lot of questions in the tags so here is some more information for you all, under the cut because it got LONG:

MORALITY: okay so I called this the "(sort of) Leverage AU" because it basically flips the Leverage concept of "criminals work together with one non-criminal for the greater good" into "one criminal persuades a bunch of non-criminals that law =/= morality and that sometimes to make sure the bad guys get justice you have to work around legality". Obviously some people are easier to persuade than others (Huaisang has always been pretty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ about the law, but before he joins the team he insists all of his crimes have been Theoretical, and besides, pirating movies isn't real crime, da-ge, god), and some of them are a little troubled by it but have their own reasons for joining (Mingjue has a LOT of issues with it, but joins to protect Huaisang for That One Job, and then stays with the insistence that a. they don't kill anyone, b. they don't involve anyone who doesn't super deserve it, and c. that their goal is always to get evidence so the mark can be convicted and the mark is always handed over to the appropriate authorities at the end of the job. he has a little more moral flexibility than canon Mingjue because of his Complicated Past He Wants To Atone For, but he still has an incredibly strong internal moral code that he absolutely will not violate. Jiang Cheng cares more about the law in principle, rather than personally, and as soon as he sees that they can get Justice that the law can't, he's sold). Xichen has the hardest time of it; he jumps into the first job without protest because Meng Yao asks (and Meng Yao never ever asks for anything, so it... it must be important, right? And Jin Guangshan definitely deserves it). After that he has a lot of internal struggling going on, and he's usually the one in the team trying to steer them towards legal means, and going through the "correct" channels. He probably has a breakdown about it at the end of a season and spends the next season Travelling To Find Himself. He winds up coming back to the team when, on one of his travels, he watches a family he's staying with lose everything after being targeted by a conman, but because of a dirty police chief the evidence is destroyed. They refuse to take his money when he tries to help, and he realises that they only way to get them justice... is to call in the team. That's not to say he is 100% cool with everything from then on, and he definitely draws the line at certain criminal acts (stealing for the fun of it he is not okay with, for example, and he gives a Hard No on the suggestion of trying White Rabbit) but for the most part he accepts the concept of what they do as being for the greater good.

GRIFTER XICHEN: yeah it's ridiculous and implausible but hear me out... that just makes it better. Because this man is terrible at improv and can only lie when he's in character (you see that means it's not lying then, it's just ACTING) and doesn't drink and absolutely will not seduce a mark past the level of general flirting... and yet he's somehow a wildly successful grifter??? How??? I'll tell you how: he's so fucking handsome and kind and charming and cultured that pretty much everyone who meets him just... melts a little bit and, with some coaxing, gives him whatever he needs. IT'S LIKE A FREAKIN SUPERPOWER and it's absolutely ridiculous. With the added bonus that he's juuust famous enough that the average person might kind of think he looks familiar, which means he's very good at coming across like he totally belongs wherever he's seen. Of course he works here, he's been here for months... don't you recognise him?

NO WOMEN ON THE TEAM: look, in Meng Yao's defence, when he put together this team he thought it would only be for one job, he wasn't trying to future-proof it! But yes, it can sometimes be an issue if they don't have time to plan ahead, and he and Huaisang - as the most stereotypically feminine members of the team, and by far the best liars - will usually take on any female roles they need if they're in a pinch and can't call in outside help, although all of them are ready to take on roles of different genders if need be (female roles are actually the only way to persuade Huaisang to grift, and he has an extensive shoe collection for such roles that he likes to expand by billing to the company account... Meng Yao is deeply unimpressed by this).

OTHER CHARACTERS: when Meng Yao started this, he worked very very hard to keep his siblings and the rest of his family out of it, to keep them all away from any fallout in case it went wrong (and also to stop any pesky Moral Issues from getting in the way). When that was over and they started taking regular cases, he relaxed the rule a little - Mianmian will sometimes step in to help if she can be sold on how bad the person is they're taking down, Zonghui can be relied upon if they need extra muscle, and Wen Qing is their go-to Ask No Questions doctor. Wei Wuxian frequently gets roped in to consult, as, if you give him six packs of hot chips, ten cans of monster, twelve hours, and a laptop, he can become a specialist in almost anything. Jiang Cheng was very very resistant towards the idea of his brother being allowed in the team, even just as a consultant, but the MOMENT Wei Wuxian was given any access to Shenanigans there was no fucking stopping him. In the later jobs Qin Su accidentally gets pulled into one of the cons and turns out to be a WAY better grifter than anyone could have imagined, so she winds up on the "ally call list". Meng Yao is both perturbed and proud, but absolutely draws the line at teenage Mo Xuanyu being allowed to help.

PAIRINGS: flipping the "two parents + three kids" dynamic in Leverage, this AU has 3zun and Sangcheng - so "three gege + two didi". Xiyao have a One That Got Away sort of past, and Xichen joins the team SPECIFICALLY because Meng Yao expresses emotional vulnerability by asking for help fOr OnCe In HiS fUcKiNg LiFe. Nielan dated when they were teens, and are happy to be reunited, but Mingjue refuses to rekindle a romantic relationship until Xiyao sort their shit out because it's obvious to anyone with eyes how hung up on Meng Yao Xichen is. Nieyao have a certain amount of "I'll work with you towards a common cause but that doesn't mean I have to like you" vibe, but veeery slooowlyyy wind up bonding over doing stuff they're not proud of for something they were so sure was a worthy cause at the time, but now they just feel jaded and used (there's a lot of arguments along the lines of "oh, so my corporate espionage is worse than what you did in spec ops... because the military says that what you did was legal. RIGHT. OKAY. SURE."). After several years of will-they-won't-they struggle, 3zun do get together, and everyone is very relieved. As for Sangcheng... it starts off as Huaisang just flirting kind of obnoxiously with Jiang Cheng, who rolls his eyes and snarks back, and then naturally Huaisang winds up catching feelings and is like [meme voice] Haha, I'm In Danger! He is unwilling to act on his feelings because he doesn't believe that Jiang Cheng likes him that way, and continues to believe that right up until the day Jiang Cheng snaps, and grabs him and kisses him, and is like "if I didn't actually like you flirting with me I would have punched you in the face years ago" and Huaisang is like "huh. Yeah that's probably true."

#3zun #sangcheng #leverage AU #AUs #meng yao #lan xichen #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #the untamed

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years ago

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I hope this isn’t too dumb, but could you write something where Micah has been feeling down for whatever reason so the reader gifts him some flowers and he’s completely taken aback/ embarrassed/ has funny tummy feelings? Female or gender neutral reader, up to you. Thanks! 🥰

never too dumb!! i loved writing this and im genuinely having the best time writing these requests they make me v happy :)

also at some point i ended up writing in like micah's POV? sorta? its a bit messy but yeah idk its just a big ball of fluffy mess. i hope u enjoy

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One thing you’ve learnt about Micah is that he’s not as good at hiding his emotions as he’d like to think he is. Most members to tend to care if he’s grumpier or happier than usual and generally tend to stay clear of him. But not you.

You were something of a close friend to Micah and you always noticed when his mood changed. Sometimes it was easy to spot when he started getting into more fights than usual with Pearson or Bill while other times you saw him draw away from everyone. Those nights when he was feeling sad, you saw him retreat to the outskirts of camp, pacing around for hours before settling against a tree to fiddle with his knife. It was a nervous tick he had to distract his racing thoughts.

It always broke your heart to see him like that and a lot of the time talking didn’t work. That’s why you decided you’d bring it upon yourself to get him a gift to cheer him up.

It’s one of those days again and Micah find’s himself retreating to the outskirts of camp again. Micah could never imagine himself running away from a gun fight but he finds himself trying to flee from the invading thoughts in his head. Of course this only makes Micah beat himself up further.

Leaves and sticks crush under the weight of his boots as he walks through the shrubbery, well away from camp. He takes a seat on a large log and goes to pull his knife from his pocket only to realise its not there.

He cursed to himself as he remembers leaving it wedge into the wooden table right in the middle of camp. He’d been practicing at five finger fillet and kept making errors from a mixture of his thoughts running at a million miles and a lack of sleep.

Out of frustration Micah had left the damn thing on the table as he stormed off with a ‘dammit’ under his breath.

He sighs and begins to pick at the small scab that’s now formed from when he nipped himself this morning in his practice. He’d be damned if he walked back through camp to go get his knife, there was no way he’d risk running into someone that might push his buttons.

Micah is left alone for hours with his own thoughts until he hears someone walking up behind him. He’s always on alert so he spins around instantly, ready to defend himself despite being uncharacteristically unarmed.

Micah can’t tell if he’s excited or not to see you. On one hand he’s absolutely head over heels for you and wants to spend as much time as he can with you. On the other he’s so terrified that you make his stomach flutter that he’s not sure if he can keep his composure after such an exhausting day.

His eyebrow raises when he sees you walk around the log to stand directly in front of him, your hands uncharacteristically stiff and held behind your back.

“I’ve got you something.”

Perking up, Micah can’t help but be a little excited, if not nervous since he rarely ever receives a gift.

“What is it?”

He sees you smile at him, the adoring one that makes his heart melt and leaves his chest feeling bubbly in a way he’s not used to at all. His face drops however, when he sees you shake your head.

“Close your eyes.”

Micah tenses at your words. He does not like to have his eyes closed, makes him feel too vulnerable and exposed. Its one of the reasons why he hates sleeping in front of others.

His breath hitches slightly when you lean down so you’re eye level with him, your noses almost touching.

“Do you trust me?”

He does, gosh he does. You’re one of the few people he’d trust blindly. You’ve been nothing but kind to him since day one and he’ll admit to himself that you’ve managed to make him feel loved.

Slipping his eyes closed, Micah lets out a soft huff of air and wills himself to try and calm his nerves, nodding slightly. He hears ruffling for a minute before you tell him he can open his eyes.

“You can open them now Micah”

He hears your sweet giggle which could literally cause his heart to stop beating as his eyes slowly open. There, in front of him is a bouquet of flowers in your hands. The colours are a beautiful mix of purples, reds and whites all of which are perfectly arranged together.

Micah, having never received a gift, little alone flowers goes bright red and stares at them dumbfounded.

“Whatcha got there?”

He’s still in a mild state of shock, not really understanding what or how to deal with the fact you’ve brought him flowers out of no where. He moves his head to look at you, feeling his blush get hotter as you playfully roll your eyes and smile down at him.

“They’re flowers Micah, they don’t necessarily sell them at the general store so I picked them myself. I wanted to do something for you though, cheer you up.”

Micah’s stomach is in flips but that doesn’t stop the smile from appearing on his face even though he tries to hide it.

“Micah, can I give you a hug?”

After a good five minutes of on internal debate Micah finally gives in and nods softly, too exhausted from a mentally draining day to do much more. He’s expecting you to just wrap an arm around him awkwardly. He’s not at all prepared for how gently rest in his lap, taking his head in your hands and bringing him forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

He’s tense but soon relaxes into your arms, his own come to wrap around your waist as your cheek rests atop of his head.

The next hour passes like that, your hand rubbing slow circles into his scalp as you gently whisper that he can always rely on you when he’s feeling down. Between each of your breaths you tilt your head to place a kiss into his slightly greasy hair, but you never really minded.

Eventually, the calming whispers come to an end when Micah speaks up.

“Thank you for the flowers, for everything. I- thank you.”

You smile adoringly down at him. You can tell he’s trying to express all that he means but you can see it just by the way his eyes light up when he looks at you.

“Common now, I bet you’re tired and don’t bother denying it.”

Micah instantly goes to protest about being tired but is cut off by his own yawn which is the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. You walk hand in hand back to camp, happy to now that most of the camp members have gone to bed as Micah holds the flowers in the other.

Once you’re in your tent, Micah will wrap his arms around you and spoon you. His head is pressed into your neck as he holds you close and you both drift off to sleep.

As it turns out, Micah is a snorer.

#i love soft micah sm #soft rat 🥺🥺🥺#soft micah hours #micah bell #micah bell x reader #micah bell hc’s #micah bell imagine #rdr2 #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 writing #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption

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rosaliepostsstuff · 4 years ago

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Not the end of the world, after all || B.W.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x fem!reader

warnings: description of an injury

summary: You got bitten by a werewolf during the battle of Hogwarts and Bill is right by your side afterwards. word count: 1394

a/n: for the purpose of the story, of course, Bill x Fleur never happened. Also, I love Domhnall Gleeson's beard so Bill has a beard here.

tags: @izzyyy-1 ; @amourtentiaa ; @thisismynerdyself ; @pxroxide-prinxcesss ; @lumos-barnes ; @hufflepuffalice ; @slytherclawbitch ; @famdomhideout ; @mollenniumfalcon ; @accioweaslcy ;

Feedback much appreciated!

From the moment you knew you couldn’t do anything, it all happened in slow-motion.

You glanced at your wand that landed far, far away, no good to you now. You saw his disgusting smile, once he knew you were defenceless, showing so many of his teeth that would probably be a shade of yellow, had they not been covered in dirt and blood.

You didn’t really feel much pain, adrenaline had done its job rather well. Perhaps just the odd sensation of your skin being pierced in a deep bite.

And thinking back to that moment, you thought that you did indeed, in half-consciousness, see someone stun the werewolf. Thanks to them, you were let off with your life, along with a werewolf bite.

But after that, you remembered nothing.

You felt cold. Your eyes were closed, and you didn’t feel like opening them. It was just that chill.

You were covered by something. A blanket, or a duvet perhaps. It was warm underneath that, but it reached just above your waist. If only it could be pulled up higher, but that would take too much effort.

“Y/N?..” you heard a voice ask in quiet disbelief, noticing you stir a bit. It was… Bill?

You wet your bottom lip, feeling the muscles in your face a bit stiff.

“Y/N…” he repeated with a bit of a chuckle, out of relief.

You opened your eyes slowly and let them adjust to the light. It was indeed Bill Weasley, sitting in a chair next to your bed, with a tired smile on his face. You didn’t recognise the room. The bed, the furniture… it was a hospital..? St. Mungos?

“Can you… can you talk..?” he asked softly, looking at your face hopefully. Why wouldn’t you be able to talk? What was wrong with you? “I… guess so…” you answered a bit hoarsely, then tried to clear your throat.

Then you moved your head a little and felt the bandage around your shoulder, and the pain kicked in. You remembered what was wrong.

“How do you feel? Do you need anything?” he worried. “Uhm… cold. I’m cold,” you replied.

He pulled up the cover hastily, but then he was off to get the healers and let them know you’re awake. They didn’t let him back in when they explained everything to you. Then again, you were kind of glad. You weren’t sure you wanted him to see you like that. A monster.

You weren’t even sure if you were thankful to the witch or wizard who stunned the werewolf, or if you despised them.

“Kingsley has become the Minister, we’re well on our way to have the Ministry up and running again, properly this time,” Bill announced, running his eyes over the Daily Prophet. The first issue published after the war. “People are really getting back on their feet. You’ll see once you get out of here,” he said cheerfully, putting the paper down.

“What’s up?” he asked, more seriously, once he noticed you weren’t looking at him, your face glum. “I’m not getting better, Bill. They can’t cure me. There is no cure for that,” you explained.

He took a deep breath and sighed. “You’re right. I rather meant healing the wound and curing the injuries after the battle. Look, I know it must be hard, and life will be different from now on, but just-“ “Stop. Stop it, please,” you whispered, feeling his words of comfort only bring you more pain as if they drilled you from the inside. He had no idea what he was talking about, he walked off with a mere scar and a fraction of symptoms.

There was a knock on the door. A young woman in a healers uniform, with short, platinum blonde hair, walked in. She introduced herself as your new lead healer and asked Bill out for a bit so she could run a check-up.

“Boyfriend..?” she asked with a bit of a smile, trying to start a conversation and perhaps make you a bit more comfortable. You felt yourself blush a bit at the thought. “No, a friend,” you replied, dropping your gaze.

The healer lingered a bit after she had finished the check-up, trying to appear busy. Then she sat down at the edge of your bed and looked at you. It felt as if her bright, blue eyes were piercing right through you.

“I don’t know if you recognised me, but I remember you from Hogwarts. And as a matter of fact, I remember Bill Weasley, too…” she began. You were a bit surprised but did not interrupt. “That doesn’t really have anything to do with what I’m trying to say. And what I’m trying to say, as I’m sure you understand, some people might misjudge. So I trust that it will remain between us, but I hope it’s a bit of a comfort for you to know that I’m a werewolf. I was bitten as a small child. It wasn’t easy, but I made, and continue to make it work. As I’m sure you will,” she said kindly, leaving you speechless.

“Right, then,” she chuckled. “I’m around if you need me. Shall I ask your friend back in?” she asked, and you nodded.

“You really didn’t have to…” you told Bill as you were approaching the door to your flat, getting your keys ready. You felt bad to have received so much help and support from him already, help you felt undeserving of. “No, I think I did,” he stated, following behind you, holding your bag from the hospital. “Right…” you decided to drop it, opening the door.

Almost two weeks had passed since you left it. So much has changed.

“Make yourself at home, I guess…” you said, looking around, then took the bag from him to unpack it and get yourself sorted.

You dropped off a week’s worth of Wolfsbane potion Bill had gotten you, while you were at the hospital, in the kitchen, then checked the calendar for the millionth time. You were supposed to start taking it the next day, and then every day for a week, until your first full moon.

The evening was drawing near and you somehow weren’t looking forward to your first night at home.

You walked to the couch where Bill was and sat down, a bit nervously. The silence was rather awkward.

“Thank you, Bill…” you said, looking up from your hands in your lap, at him. “No problem,” he replied. “No, I mean it, really. Thanks, for everything.”

He looked you deeply in the eyes and nodded.

“…the help, the support… dealing with my ungrateful ass,” you went on and chuckled. “And for coming to check up on me every day… I don’t know what I did to deserve it.”

He smiled and shrugged, looking down, deep in thought. “Guess I’m just a goner,” he confessed, then looked back up at you.

It took you a second to realise what he’d said. “…Meaning?” you questioned, making him chuckle.

“I’m completely and utterly in love with you. I’m surprised you didn’t see it earlier. Though I could’ve had the balls to tell you sooner…” he said, running a hand over his beard.

You felt ecstatic. Your heart was doing backflips in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy - so crazy in fact that you froze in the spot, speechless, with your lips slightly parted.

“Any… thoughts on that..?” he asked sheepishly, keeping a smile on his face. “Yes!” “So?”

“I’m so happy!” you exclaimed, tackling him and wrapping your arms around his neck in an embrace. “That’s… good,” Bill commented, hugging you back and waiting for you to elaborate.

Instead, you pulled back enough to hold his face in your hands and kissed him. In your excitement and his shock, initially, you just smashed your lips against his.

“Sorry,” you chuckled, resting your forehead against his. “That’s quite alright, love,” he said, moving his hands to your face and kissed you again, properly this time. You poured all your feelings into the kiss and felt all of his.

Pulling back and looking into his eyes, beaming at you, you didn’t feel quite as scared of what the future had in store. No matter what would happen, you’d have the best man in the world by your side.

#bill weasley #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley fanfiction

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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Punish Me ~ JJK [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.9K

GENRE: Smut, it’s just filthy smut, with a litttttllleee dash of fluff at the start and the end!

PAIRING: CEO!Jungkook x Fem!Dom Reader

WARNINGS: Dom!Reader, CEO!Jungkook, Punishment, squirting, creampie, male over stimulation, oral (M and F receiving) I’ve never written Reader as a Fem!dom before so I hope this is okay for you. Breeding kink? Use of toys, slight bondage, edging, aftercare xx

Your hands were linked with Jungkook's across the table, you were surrounded by laughter and people talking loudly over one another but it still felt as though you two were the only ones in the room. The restaurant seemed fuller than usual tonight but that was because it was a weekend instead of a weekday when you would usually come out. Fairylights were covering the ceiling instead of normal restaurant lights and the whole placed looked like something from a Pinterest board it was romantic and aesthetically pleasing at the same time.

"What are you staring at?" You giggled nervously as Jungkook stared into your eyes, something he did a lot when he was thinking about something that was bothering him. Whenever he wanted to get lost in something that wasn't his job he would do this with you, take you somewhere romantic and fancy...Not to mention expensive but that was Jungkook's taste. Being with a millionaire meant you got treated with the millionaire treatment you hated it at first but as you got closer with Jungkook you didn't care what he did as long as he didn't think you were with him just for the money. That was something you made clear when you started dating. You were there for him, not his money or the things that he could buy for you.

"Is work stressing you out again?" Your voice came out smooth and soft as you questioned him, you turned Jungkook's palm facing up and began drawing smaller then drawing larger circles into the palms of his hand while you spoke. It was something that used to calm him down, just the feeling of your skin on his but tonight it didn't look like it was working for him. He seemed to tense up more as soon as you did this which wasn't like him at all and only made you worry something was wrong.

"Yeah just work," He lied to you, he hated lying to you yet he had to keep what he was doing a secret from you, it wasn't anything bad still he had to keep it from you. He'd done everything he could tonight to focus on you tonight however everything was coming into his brain about what could go wrong, all of the what if's running minute by minute through his head.

"You know we could get dessert to go and-" You were cut off when his work phone began to ring, there was one rule that you had between you both. Outside of office hours the phone had to be switched off but maybe he'd just forgotten tonight and it was a genuine mistake. Something you couldn't fault him on since it was something he always remembered to do usually.

"One-second baby, I have to take this." Jungkook flashed an apologetic look at you before leaving to go outside of the restaurant, he was standing in front of the window you were sat at so you just watched him for a couple of moments. Whatever it was that was bothering him seemed to stress him out even more now that he was on the phone to them, his arms were being thrown up in anger and his body language was tense.

You gently placed your hand on the window you tried to give him a smile of encouragement but he wouldn't even glance in your direction. He kept his shoulders tensed up as he yelled down the phone, you couldn't hear him over everyone else talking and a waitress came over to the table when she noticed Jungkook leaving and she wanted to make sure everything was okay,

"Wine?" You glanced up to look at her then your attention went back onto Jungkook who was now hanging up the phone and mumbling to himself,

"No, I think we'll take the bill please." You knew the look on Jungkook's face. It was the look he gave you whenever he had to go into work to do overtime so you knew he was going to have to leave tonight. You could never hate him for this since his job was his life and he loved doing what he did even if you weren't entirely sure what he did for a living. Just that he owned a large company that owned a lot of smaller companies.

"I got the bill, go to work and I'll make my way home." You whispered as Jungkook came rushing over to the table with a panicked look on his face. The thought of leaving you alone on date night was ripping him apart,

"I didn't want to-"

"Jungkook, I understand how busy you are. Go, I love you." You giggled as you tried to reassure him that this was really fine for him to go but he still wasn't sure about it.

"Don't stay up late okay? I might be home later than normal." You nodded at him and he bent down to kiss you, holding you longer than he probably should have for being in public together but he didn't care. Jungkook had always loved expressing how much he loved and adored you no matter who was wrong. He wanted it known that you were his and he was yours.

"I'll see you in the morning," He whispered as he stared into your eyes, paying the waitress and tipping her for being so good that night.

"I'll see you in the morning," You whispered back to him, watching him rush out of the restaurant and in the direction of where he'd parked his car that night.

"Would you like me to call a cab Miss?" The same waitress who had been serving you asked, you turned to face her and shook your head.

"No thank you, I'll walk. The fresh air is always relaxing," She nodded as she began escorting you out of the restaurant, stopping to get your coat from the main entrance. You tipped her again even though there wasn't a need to but she'd been so kind throughout the night you saw no reason not to.

After walking around the city for about an hour you began making your way home, passing by a lot of smaller and local restaurants so you looked through the huge glass windows. Watching as other couples engaged in conversations, spoke to one another and acting like real couples. It made you miss Jungkook even though you'd seen him less than an hour ago. You missed him so much you'd thought you'd seen him in a restaurant you'd just walked past. Doubling back on yourself you stared through the window to see that it was in fact, Jungkook. He was sitting at a small rounded table with a woman in front of him, she was stunningly beautiful. Her hair was long and thick, with a natural wave to it that bounced whenever she would laugh at something Jungkook was saying to her. Her hands were touching his wrists as she spoke to him. She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she acted more dramatic that she needed to be but that was when you noticed it. The girl sitting with him was someone from work, you'd seen her before in all of the group photos but that didn't stop the jealously that was bubbling up inside of you even if Jungkook seemed to be talking professionally she wasn't. She was flirting with him, touching him with every chance that she got so you began making your way home while thinking of all the things you could do to get back at him for this.

When Jungkook finally got home that night it was around 1 am and you were sitting on the sofa waiting for him, you'd turned out all of the lights to make sure that he wouldn't know you were there until the last second. He let out a groan as he stripped himself out of his jacket and went to walk through to the living room when he saw your silhouette on the sofa,

"Baby?" His voice came out shakey as he was a little jumpy after he saw you sitting in the dark, he flicked the switch on to take in your appearance.

"I told you I'd be home late-" He stopped talking when he took in the appearance of you, you were dressed in the lace and mesh babydoll lingerie set he'd gotten you last week. You hadn't had a chance to wear it but seeing him earlier made you want to now. Slowly rising up from the sofa you walked over to him and grabbed him by the silk tie he was wearing,

"Where have you been?" Your voice came out in a demanding manner which made him stumble over his words as he stared at you, you'd never shown this side before and he was loving every second of it.

"I-I was out...I-I told you I had a business thing-" You cut him off by gripping onto the tie tightly and pulled him closer to your face,

"Then who was the black-haired girl?" He smirked as he realised you were jealous of seeing something, something you'd clearly interpreted wrong but he wasn't going to be the one to tell you this just yet.

"The way she touched you, and giggled at you...Was it better than me baby?" You pushed him down roughly onto the sofa and his eyes lit up as he looked at you,

"Punish me then," You smirked at him as you got down onto your knees in front of him, tilting your head to the side as you slowly run your hands up and down his thighs. Your fingers just gracing the bulge in his pants.

"Oh baby, are you sure you want that?" He nodded slowly at you, his eyes never leaving yours for even a second and you smirked at him evilly before slowly unbuckling his belt and holding it in your hands.

"Upstairs. Now." You demanded and he scrambled up from the sofa, rushing in the direction of the staircase without looking back for a second.

"Bunny, strip for me." The cute nickname fell from your lips but tonight it wasn't seen as cute, it was just a pet name that made him grow harder for you as he slowly stripped out of the suit he was wearing. You grabbed the silk tie from the bed and twirled it around in your hands watching as he stood in front of you, cock in his hand as he began to slowly pump himself.

"I didn't say you could touch," He instantly let go and you smirked as it bounced up a little and hit his stomach, watching him you pushed him onto the bed.

"Hands up against the headboard." He did as he was told so you tied his wrists together with his tie before looping his belt through it and tying him up to the bed so he couldn't touch you.

"My punishment? I'm not allowed to touch you...Come on now baby that isn't much of a punishment," He was trying to encourage you into doing more to him, he wanted you to show more of this side he hadn't seen before.

"Oh bunny boy, you're cute if you think that's your only punishment." He watched as you freed yourself from the lingerie you were wearing and stood naked in front of him running your hands over your breasts. Moaning out as you began playing with your nipples the way he would do if he was in charge.

"You looked as though you were enjoying yourself tonight baby but no one can touch you the way I can, can they?" You were kneeling on the bed in front of his cock which was standing to attention, twitching whenever you caught his gaze.

"N-No one can," He stuttered out as you reached up to touch the head of his cock, running your fingers over his slit slowly as you teased him.

"So hard, is all of this for me baby?" He nodded at you again but you didn't want him to nod, you wanted words so you ripped your hands away from his body.

"I want answers baby, you will talk to me using your words." You ordered him and he took in a deep breath,

"Yes, Ma'am." You smirked hearing him call you that, it was something you'd normally kill him for if he did it outside of the bedroom but right now it seemed to build your sense of control over him.

"Good boy." His cock twitched at the nickname and you giggled,

"Oh does my baby like being praised? Do you want me to call you a good boy again?" He panted heavily as you continued your previous actions, stroking the head of his cock as you called him a good boy,

"Y-Yes," You smirked to yourself as he answered you and spat onto your fingers, massaging it into the head of his cock as he let out a strangled moan of pleasure. He was so used to things being fast with you that he'd forgotten what it was like being teased like this.

Taking the head of his cock into your mouth you began to lick slow and small stripes on the slit of his cock, watching in 'awe' of the way his eyes scrunched together and he did his best not to buck up into your mouth.

"Such a dirty boy trying to fuck my throat when you're being punished," You hissed as he finally gave in and bucked against your mouth, you pushed his hips down onto the bed.

"Do I have to tie your ankles down too, baby?" You smirked at him as he shook his head whining out that this wasn't enough, that he wanted to feel you.

"You should have thought about that before this bunny." He hissed as you began massaging the head of his cock in your hand again, never once paying attention to the rest of his shaft as he throbbed beneath you. Whimpering and moaning whenever you spat onto him, giving him some more contact.

"F-Fuck," He groaned as you finally gave him one pump of his full length in your hand, twisting your hand just a little as well as tightening your grip to make him whimper but as soon as his hips bucked you released your hand and moved away from him.

"P-Please Y/n, I-I thought I could hack this but I can't," He panted as he watched you going over to your underwear drawer on the other side of the room. Worry rushed over you as you thought it might be too much for him so you glanced over at him, keeping up the dominating persona you had,

"Colour?" He looked at you weakly and bit his lip,

"Green." You used a basic colour system when he was the one in charge, Green was fine, Orange a warning and Red stop at all costs no matter what.

"Then I don't see the big deal bunny boy," You cooed as you slowly opened the drawer and pulled out a red vibrating egg along with some lube from the drawer walking back over to him. You could see the fear in his eyes but you shook your head at him, you weren't going to go that far tonight especially if he wasn't ready.

"For me baby, for me." You giggled at him and he swallowed the lump that was in his throat as he watched you get back onto the bed and rub your clit.

"Mmm baby you should feel how wet I am for you- Oh wait, you can't." You quipped at him while he watched you, pathetically pulling at the makeshift bondage you'd done with him. You cried out his name as you pushed the small egg into your core, you hadn't even turned it on yet and you were already a moaning mess for him. Jungkook's hips bucked automatically as you held yourself above him, turning on the vibrator as you moaned out his name rubbing your clit as you locked eyes with him.

"Ugh shit," You moaned out as you began clenching around the vibrator which was set to its highest setting, Jungkook grunted as he pulled roughly against the tie and belt. He hated when you pleased yourself right in front of him, it was one of the things you would do just to make him angry with you.

"Fuck f-feels so good!" You moaned out as you left the egg inside of you, taking his cock into your hand and pumping his full shaft this time. He moaned out in pleasure as he finally got some touches from you again,

"You wanna cum baby? You want me to make you cum?" You giggled at him as he nodded his head desperately, watching you as your eyes rolled back whenever the vibrator inside of you made you feel a certain way,

"Oh s-shit," You hissed out as you knew what was coming, you could feel it building up inside of you so you smirked. The ultimate punishment for Jungkook, he loved to feel you gush around him so you pushed the head of his cock against your swallowed clit.

"You like that? You like how wet I am for you?" He nodded at you again, not using his words but you were too lost in the feeling of the vibrations that you didn't care right now.

"I'm so close bunny," You whimpered as your thighs began to shake, straddling right above his cock as you continued to roughly run him over your clit. Moaning and whimpering together as you tried to fight off your first high of the night but it was no use. Something snapped inside of your stomach and you gushed around the small vibrator throwing your head back as your toes curled.

A small puddle dripped onto the sheets and Jungkooks groin as you looked down at him and smirked, he hated it whenever you'd squirt around something that wasn't him. It was a trick he'd found out you could do when you first started sleeping together and it was something he would do every time you had sex, he knew how intense they were and how amazing they made you feel.

"I'm the only one allowed to do that?" He grumbled at you as you began giggling, coming down from your high as you lowered the setting on the vibrator.

"What was that bunny?" You questioned, pushing the tip of his cock at the entrance of your core so he could just feel the small vibrations coming from the small egg inside of you making him whine out as he felt the sudden pleasure coming from it but whimpered as it was ripped away from him.

"Fucking feels so good." You cried out as you continued to rub him onto your clit, picking up the small remote again and turning up the vibrations to the max setting once again as you rolled your hips forward.

"Oh, shit," You breathed out as you pushed yourself flat against Jungkook's chest, running your core up and down his shaft as though you were riding him and he groaned.

"Baby please...I-I wanna touch you," He begged as you continued to moan out in his ear, kissing his jawline as you continued to hold your orgasm back. The feeling was building up in intensity again and you began whimpering into his ear,

"So fucking close again," You cried out, raising yourself from his chest as you continued to use his cock on your clit. Slapping the head against your swollen bud a couple of times until it sent you over the edge only this time it was more intense.

Your legs shook as you came around the egg, sending it shooting out of you as you squirted all over the sheets again and onto Jungkook's cock as you cried out in pleasure. A scream ripping through your throat as you continued to slap the tip of Jungkook's cock against your sensitive clit as you continued whimpering out his name, falling back against the bed.

"Jungkook," You cried out as you panted heavily not wanting to give up on punishing just yet but needing him to be inside of you, you missed the way he stretched you out.

Kneeling above him you giggled as you told him to push himself inside of you,

"Go on baby, you know you want to." You cooed as you stroked him in your hand slowly but every time he bucked his hips you told him off, pinning him down to the bed.

"Using just this," You whispered as you use one finger to trace a prominent vein on his cock, Jungkook felt like he was about to burst from what you were doing to him.

"If you want to be inside of me so badly baby, work for it." You ordered him but he sighed in defeat so you giggled, beginning to pump him in your hands slowly. Spitting onto the head as you picked up your movements, twisting and squeezing occasionally as he threw his head back into the pillows. His face contorting as he felt himself getting closer to his release,

"You gonna cum? I can feel you twitching bunny," You moaned out as you leant down to his cock, placing your tongue on the tip as you began to pump faster.

"Ugh fuck, o-o-oh shit, holy fuck." He grunted as you continued to do the same thing, picking up the pace of your hand as you drolled onto him wanting him to get as close as possible.

"G-Gonna c-cum." He grunted loudly bucking up into your hands, you could feel him twitching in your hand and right as he let out a loud moan of your name you moved away from him. Ruining his orgasm as it faded away from him,

"No! N-No! No!" He whined out trying to buck up into your hand that was no longer there, you smirked as you saw the pain of his orgasm being ripped from him spread across his face.

"What's up baby boy? I'm only edging you. I thought you liked when we edged one another." You placed him back into your hand and continued on with the same motions, this time Jungkook held back his moans in an attempt to cum without letting you know.

"Bunny boy, I can feel you twitching." You cooed out to him as you licked from base to the tip of his cock. Taking the entire length into your mouth as you moaned around him when he hit the back of your throat.

"Shit! Just l-like that," He moaned out as he bucked into your mouth, you let him off this time and began to slowly bob your head up and down until you felt him twitch again that was when you picked up the pace of your bobs and moaned around him. Vibrations crawling through his body as he felt himself getting closer until it was ripped from him yet again, he cried out in anguish as you left him without an orgasm again.

"P-Please Y-Y/n...I can't-" He was cut off when you straddled him again and bent down to kiss him, the tip of his cock just touching your entrance as you made out roughly with him.

"I'm gonna ride you baby, I promise," You whispered to him as you sat back up, he watched your core as you slowly sank down onto his entire length. Watching his cock disappear into you along with the feeling of finally being inside of you and the edging combined sent Jungkook over the edge as he came into you. Sending hot spurts of his cum coating your walls as you moaned out. The feeling of him filling you up with his seed sending you over the edge you hadn't known you'd reached as you came around his length.

"Fuck!" He growled as he felt you clenching around him tightly,

"G-Gotta milk you baby," You whimpered as you tried to stay in the character of being in control and he let out small whimpers as he came down from his high.

Jungkook's forehead was drenched with sweat and you giggled watching the state of him as you began to slowly rise and fall around his length, the mixture of your cum dripping down against the sheets as you rode him slowly.

"Baby- Baby please," He panted as he felt himself getting harder once again, his eyes rolled back as you continued riding him. Taking your breasts into your hands and rubbing them harshly.

"Feel so good, I c-can feel you stretching me out baby." You cried out as you bucked against him, his cock hitting your g-spot as you cried out his name.

"S-Sensitive," Was all Jungkook was able to moan out as you continued to slowly ride him, pulling all the way off so just his tip was aligned with your entrance before sliding slowly back down making him whine and whimper out.

"You're sensitive, baby? Does bunny want me to stop making him feel good?" He shook his head desperately as you looked down at him but you reached behind you to cup his balls in your hand.

"Words." You ordered him as you began playing with them in one hand, reaching down to rub your clit with the other all the while continuing your slow riding.

"N-No, don't stop." He panted as he looked up at you as you rode him faster this time, leaning forward as you pressed your hands against his abs.

"Holy fuck," You whimpered as you felt him twitching inside of you again, he was already so close from the edging and stimulation you were giving him so you stopped riding. Forcing yourself down onto his length as you clenched around him.

"You fucking fill me up so well," You panted to him as you bent down to kiss him, sucking on his tongue as you rose your hips, slamming them back down so he was right against you g-spot,

"I-I can feel you so deep," You moaned into his ear as you began rising and falling again, the feeling of having him pressed so deep taking over the need to punish him as you felt your own orgasm approaching.

"G-Gonna cum all over your c-cock baby, I want you to fill m-me up baby," You panted to him as you looked into his eyes, whimpering as you clenched around him again.

"F-Fill me up," You nodded at him wanting him to understand what you were saying but he was so lost in the pleasure of you clenching he didn't know what to say to you.

"Jungkook fill me up," You forced him to look you in the eyes instead of down at your core and he grunted loudly as he heard what you were saying. The words registering in his mind,

"Fuck a baby into me Jungkook," You cried out as you began picking up the small bounce in your thighs, the burning sensation was being ignored and pushed out as you were too overcome with the pleasure of him stretching you out.

"G-Gonna fucking cum." You whimpered loudly as you reached down to touch yourself once again, rubbing your clit in rough circles as you tried to focus on your bouncing as well as touching yourself.

"C-Cum for me Jungkook, c-cum." You ordered as you clenched around him while forcing yourself up and down, he didn't need to be told twice as he looked into your eyes and moaned out your name loudly. Bucking into you as he finally hit the second high of the night, cumming into you. You continued riding him throughout both of your highs as you screamed out his name. Hands slamming into the headboard as you gripped onto it to steady yourself, Jungkook moaned out.

"C-Can't stop cumming." He whimpered as you pulled off him, to see that, in fact, he hadn't stopped yet. You giggled at him, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth. Sucking softly as your hand pumped him slowly. Swallowing every last drop until he eventually stopped and was left a panting, sweaty mess on the bed.

"You okay?" You questioned as you came over to him from the bathroom, you gave him a bottle of water and grabbed some moisturiser from the bed to help with his wrists. The en-suite bathtub was running, you wanted to make sure you cared for him the same way he would if it was the other way around,

"I would never cheat on you baby," Was what he said in response to you, you glanced up at him and smiled softly.

"I know baby...I-I was just a little jealous." He chuckled at your response and cupped your face in his hands running his thumb along your bottom lip.

"I liked this side of you, princess," You felt your body heat up at the attention he was giving you and you stood back up from the floor wanting nothing more than to get into the bath with him. You were so sore and run down from your own orgasms that you were already feeling sleepy from just standing there.

"Maybe it'll come out again someday," You teased as you pulled him up from the bed and began making your way into the bathroom with him behind you.

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mayora97 · 4 years ago

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Hi :3 I want to ask you if you have some favourite headcanons about Snames/Jeverus??

Hey, there!

Not sure if these all count as headcanon exactly, but I love to imagine them as:

1. James naturally being a very 'touchy feely' and flirty person

Like if he likes someone well enough he'll rest his arms on their shoulder, envelop them in a bear hug for no reason, punch them playfully on their shoulder, rest his head on their lap when he's going to lie down

The more he comes to realise Snape is actually a truly decent guy (albeit a rudeass and a weirdo) the more he does this, only further encouraged by the fact that this seems to irritate him to no end

Blowing him kisses, wrapping his arms around him from behind while resting his chin on his shoulder, pinching his cheeks, cupping his face, sitting next to him shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee, even more so than with anybody else

Until he realises he's forming a crush and pulls back immediately to stop it from escalating

But by then Severus is already used to it, confused and strangly cold without James’s furnace body obnoxiously plastering itself all over him

2. Snape having no regard for personal space

While he's annoyed with James’s little shows of affection at first it's more to do with James being James than hating human contact

He does this thing where he will get all up in James's face, to where it almost looks intimate

If he's angry enough he'll grab James by his collar and whisper bloody murder in his ear

This is incidentally James’s bisexual awakening

Severus's speaking in a low, deep voice, his breath beating against his ear and neck, his fist against his chest, his words that can be taken one way or another

I'll just drop this here little gem real quick: x

4. James being a whole Aries

Since we don't actually know all that much about James as a character from canon alone, I love to think of him as your 'typical' Aries. Especially cause he fits the bill so perfectly so far

5. James having to catch himself anytime Severus says something particularly hilarious out of nowhere

6. Severus blown away by James’s ingenuity and intelligence each time cause he acts like a complete imbecile most of the time

7. James getting inexplicably peeved when anyone outside of his posse calls Snape 'Snivellus' or messes with him

8. Snape is autistic and James is a hyperactive mess

James talks with his hands, feet, face, words

He talks stupid fast, with his mouth full, while moving around, he'll draw the thing out on whatever piece of paper or blackboard he can find

It's a sensory overload

Snape looking slightly to the left of James when he talks to understand wth he's even talking about

9. James coming up with the plans and Severus pulling them through to the end

10. Severus being James's impuls control and the one to clean up his inevitable mess

11. James teaching Snape to let loose and not take every rule too seriously

12. James doing little things to take care of him like

Putting more food on his plate

Putting a bottle of water in front of him to make sure he hydrates

Bringing over/making him coffee like an unspoken morning ritual

Covering him in his sleep so he won't be cold

Bringing over groceries every time he visits

Leaving his stuff at Snape's place like shampoo and pillows

"Keep it, I can just use it next time"

And he does so Snape can't argue

13. James going way out of his way for the people he loves without thinking of holding it over them

14. Snape slowly warming up when he notices this

15. And going back to wanting to strangle him when James proceeds to do shit like

Calling him every variation of 'Prince' after learning about his other surname from nosing into his Potions book

@ Lucius 'You speak to his majesty with impunity, peasant!'

Dramatically throwing his jacket over a shallow puddle like the chivalrous knight he is

This reply is a mess, but I've been typing for a while now so I hope this is okay!

Thanks for the fun question, I appreciate you so much ♡

Edit: strike #3. I don't necessarily wanna think about their sex position.

#snames #jeverus #javerus #james potter headcanon #jeverus headcanon #severus snape headcanon

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bluemusickid · 4 years ago

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𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Conwoman!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex (do not recommend, pls be wise) Ransom's hurt ego/pride.

A/N: I love Ransom so much. I'd probably let him get away with murder, which is probs wrong since I'm a law student. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! Also the writing is crap and not at all intelligent, I just needed to let off some Ransom steam. ^_^

I post my stuff here and on AO3, nowhere else.

You took a sip of your martini. Perfect. The one thing about these high end resto-bars was that they never went wrong with their martinis. Always the right balance of sweet and intoxication. If only you could always afford these places.

You didn't mean to sound bitter, oh no no. Life has worked out better than expected. Your way of life got lonely sometimes, but survival of the fittest was the way of life, right?

In your experience, doing what you did, you realised that men were very literal creatures, always thinking linearly. Most of them lacked any depth to their thoughts, their way of life. The rich ones? They were as deep as an above ground pool. Throwing money every chance they got, flaunting their first row seats at the operas, trips to their villas in the French Riviera and what not. Their wives had no idea, always doting after their perfect husbands, with their Himalayan Birkins.

Imagine the surprise these men felt when you took what was most precious to them; no, not their families or children, but their money. A woman, no less. A woman who they had considered a damsel, in need of pearls and diamonds, and their strong strapping arms and care. And they didn’t dare report this. How could they? As far as their wives were concerned, you didn’t exist. You snorted. Good riddance, and all that.

That’s why you chose him.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

He wasn’t a different one, that's for sure. A pretty boy with arrogance dripping off of him like he had just stepped out of a swanky prep school. He screamed rich kid, with his perfectly coiffed hair, right to his buffed fingernails.

This should be easy, you thought to yourself.

You walked passed him, swaying your hips ever so slightly. Your look for tonight was carefully calculated: bait for a good, prize catch. There were many men there, sure, ordering crates of champagne for their "business associates".

But this one was different. He didn't pay heed to you as you made your way towards him, placing yourself next to him at the bar, nor did he check you out like most men did. He simply took a swig of his drink, focusing hard at something in his phone. Weird. You chose to give him the benefit of the doubt, calculating his next move. Surely, he'd ask to buy you a drink. He was just playing hard to get, you were sure. His next move stunned you, however.

He got up, slid a 100 dollar bill on the counter, and walked away, his jacket slung over his arm. You blinked, not really understanding what had happened. You ordered a red wine, quite perplexed. This was perhaps the first time something like this had happened, and it quite perturbed you.

You didn’t have time to dwell on your thoughts, however, as the bartender slid a coaster towards you.

“Mr. Drysdale sends his regards.”

You frowned. Drysdale? The famous real estate mogul? Man oh man, this was gonna be good.

You smirked as you read the scribbles on the coaster. To think you thought that he was gonna be different. Oh well. Room 537 it is, then.

You made your way to the room, checking your makeup and spritzing on a bit of perfume on the way. Standing outside his room, you knocked three times before the door swung open to reveal a treat.

Mr. Drysdale, sans shirt and his tight dress pants. Yum.

You composed yourself and entered the room, remembering the fact that you had a job to complete.

“So, that’s your game?” you asked, setting yourself down on the settee by the minibar.

“I don’t play games.” he said, pouring an amber liquid from the crystal cut decanter.

“Then why bother giving me your room number?” you drawled, accepting the glass.

“I know you wanted me to chase you. Knew it from the moment you entered. But that’s not how I work. I get what I want, and I wanted you.”

“A real charmer, aren’t ya?” you said dryly.

“Let’s cut to the chase sweetheart. You want me, I want you. Simple.”

“How can you be so sure that I want you? I could have just come up to confront you or something.”

“Yea, right. That dress says differently. You know what you want and you were going after it. I just skipped a few steps along the way. You’re welcome.” he smirked, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrow at you.

“So now that your plan has come into play, what do you suggest we do?”

He grinned and took a swig of his drink. Placing his drink on the counter, he took your hand in his and pulled you up, pulling you tightly to him.

Leaning towards your ear, he rasped, “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk.”

With that, Ransom didn’t waste any more time. He picked you up bridal style and tossed you on the bed, without any preamble.

“Last chance to leave, kitten. Whaddaya want?”

You gulped. You wanted this, you needed this. You didn’t bother answering him as you pulled him down by his tie, lips melding against his as you held onto his collar. He was surprised by your sudden attack, but reciprocated equally, if not with more ferocity.

Lowering you onto the bed, he yanked the thin straps of your dress down, sucking at your pulse point, his hands caressing your body. You moaned, feeling his actions go straight to your core, lighting you up from within. He pulled the dress down with urgency, freeing your breasts from their confines.

Taking a hardened nub in his mouth, he swirled it around his tongue as his hands wandered lower. He was about to pull your dress up, when you stopped his wandering hands, pushing him off you, as he looked at you, bewildered.

“What the-!” he began but you quickly silenced him with your lips, your hands working double time to undo the buttons of his shirt. You deepened the kiss pulling him by his tie, while grinding against him ever so slightly. He broke away from the kiss, panting; his eyes wide, an unknown emotion swirling in the midst.

“Oh sweetheart.”he growled, “You’ve awoken the beast, now.”

With that, you were lost in a frenzy of movements. He nearly ripped your dress off, throwing you on the bed, caging you underneath his body. Lowering himself, he nipped and sucked at your neck, your collarbone, your breastbone, his voracious tongue leaving fire in its wake. You gasped, fingers making their way to his messy locks. What had started off as a game, a new target, was quickly becoming something more, and that thought scared you.

Eyes on the prize, sugar. Let him lead.

His tongue was drawing circles on the tattoo at your abdomen, while his fingers were at your core, his thumb lightly nudging your clit. Jesus. Your hips moved of their own accord, tugging at his hair in silent plea. Looking up, he saw your need and whispered lasciviously,

“I’m gonna make you scream till all the other floors know my name, sweetheart. Just need to get you nice and ready for me. Wouldn’t want to break my promise now, would I?”

With that, you felt your entire focus shift to your core, as his intrepid tongue drew patterns on your clit, his digits moving within your wet channel. You groaned, tugging on his hair, bringing him closer to where you wanted him. You felt your walls tightening, the coil in your belly ready to unwind. He withdrew his fingers, moving up swiftly, gazing into your indignant eyes.

“Only time you’re gonna come is on my cock, sweetheart.”

With that, he thrust himself inside you, your walls engulfing him. Luckily for you, Ransom didn’t do sweet, slow thrusts. He set up an unrelenting pace, spearing into you, his shaft reaching places which no man had been able to reach before. You groaned, closing your eyes, your head jerking to the side, unable to handle all the sensations he was invoking.

Grasping your chin, he turned you to face him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I wanna see how good you feel while I’m taking you apart.” he rasped.

Something in his voice made you break; making you almost feral. You pushed on his shoulders, catching him off-guard for a minute, enough to push him on his back and straddle him.

Leaning down and catching his lips for a kiss, you whispered, “You should have the best view for a show like that, then.”

You sunk down on him, moaning loudly as you engulfed him to the hilt. Holding onto his hands for support, you began riding him for all your worth. Ransom watched on with awe, his eyes mesmerised by the sight of you; your eyes closed, mouth slack with arousal and your breasts bouncing with each bob.

You were quickly reaching your peak and Ransom could feel that too. He planted his feet down on the mattress, thrusting upward, meeting you thrust for thrust. Your thighs started quivering, an intense pressure building up with each thrust.

“Come on, come for me, kitten.” muttered Ransom, through gritted teeth.

You threw your head back, screaming as you reached your peak, raking your fingernails across Ransom’s chest. As your walls clenched around him tightly, Ransom grasped your waist, holding onto you as he thrust upwards, chasing his end.

Leaning down, you took one of his buds into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as you met his eyes.

“Come for me, tiger.” you said huskily, tugging on his lower lip.

Ransom grunted and cussed loudly as he poured himself into you, his grip on your waist tight as he held you in place till he filled you with every last drop. Rolling off him, you watched him catch his breath, slowly drifting off, his arm encircling your waist as he went deeper into slumber.

After a few minutes, you checked on him, just to be sure. He was out cold.

You smirked. Alright.

Time to start Part 2 of the Plan.

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Ransom woke up, feeling satisfied and smug. Yet another conquest down. He didn’t understand why women played these games women loved to play with him. Smirking, he looked over to look at you, but was surprised to see your side empty.

He frowned. Getting up, he checked the bathroom. Empty.

She left without even giving her name. Ahh, well, not the first time this had happened. Moving to check his phone, he noticed his wallet open, with all the cash missing.

Oh, so that’s why she left. Wow, what a surprise, he thought. Good thing she didn’t leave a name, for she was no more than a common whore, he thought, puling on his pants.

He was sorely mistaken though.

As he walked past the attached common area, he saw something which made him stop in his tracks.

The safe was wide open, with all of its contents gone. Every last thing.

He stormed into the area, his anger surging with each passing second. He couldn’t give less of a fuck about the goddamn valuables that were missing. But she had taken something which had taken him 3 fucking years to get.

She had stolen the documents; not just any documents, but the very ones which would have bought the Langleys’ silence and their company, making Ransom a very, very rich man. All gone, because of a quick fuck.

The bitch had stolen his ace of spades. And he would make sure that she would suffer.

Ransom would make her pay. By hook or by crook.

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A/N: Eeeeek, I was too nervous to put this out ughhhhh. Also, I have a taglist now, if you’re into that sort of thing. 😅 (link is also available in my bio)

Tags: @donutloverxo @ozarkthedog @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @readermia

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obiwanobi · 4 years ago

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senator skywalker and sith senator kenobi au where anakin annoys obi-wan so much that in the end he just. fuckign rails him to shut him up. but then afterwards he’s all pliant and sleepy and beautiful, and for the first time in 30 years something in obi-wan’s cold dead heart shudders to life.

good lord I’m really, really into it.

The dynamic is so different here, because Obi-Wan is doing this ‘hidden Sith in politics’ very well, he’s charming, pleasant, pays attention to what he says in public and everyone feels heard and important when he’s here. He was even voted one of the most popular Senators among the public this year.

Senator Kenobi could declare that he’s going to nuke Coruscant in the next hour and people would probably thank him for being brave enough to announce it himself. He’s everything Sidious hoped for, and Obi-Wan thinks that it’s worth being away from real action and unable to wield his lightsaber for a few years.

But then Senator Skywalker shows up, and Obi-Wan’s nerves never truly recover.

Skywalker is the worst. He has an extraordinary gift for making everything difficult: questioning centuries-old protocols, rallying the public (and even politicians, because they’re all as brain-dead as the people they represent) to useless and time-consuming causes like stopping slavery in the outer rim, (is there still people living in the outer rim? Gross.) trying to make revolutions and civil wars happen everywhere he goes and diverting everyone from Obi-Wan’s objective by being loud and obnoxious.

He’s a pain in the ass, and unfortunately, he notices Obi-Wan. And from this moment, where Obi-Wan allows himself to be annoyed at another senator instead of violently murdering them in cold blood like he wants to, Senator Skywalker becomes the bane of his existence. Putting himself in his way whenever he can, voting against every bill Obi-Wan promotes, arguing with him over petty details from 08:00 to 19:00 and sometimes even through the press, until he’s permanently tightly wound up and angry enough to look borderline furious any time Skywalker walks in his field of vision.

And Skywalker smiles through it all.

Obi-Wan dreams of decapitating him.

The day Obi-Wan finally looses his legendary patience in public and yells at Skywalker is also the day he fucks Skywalker through his desk three hours later.

Obi-Wan throws him out of his office after five seconds of blessed silence, when Skywalker recovers enough of his wit to make a sharp comment about knowing that Obi-Wan couldn’t be as perfect as everyone said he was.

This, (fucking him, not throwing him out) was a colossal mistake. He knows. He just... couldn’t find any other way that doesn’t include maiming him for life to make him shut the fuck up for one minute.

Skywalker takes it as an invitation to bother him in private in addition to turning into his personal nemesis in public. Anytime they’re left alone, Obi-Wan snaps at him, throws sarcastic comments after rude remarks, criticizes absolutely everything from the ugly scar on his face to his unrealisable and childlike ideas about social changes. But Skywalker doesn’t leave, and argues with him or finds it funny, and it only makes him stick around more (he is funny, in a very dark and horrifying sense of humour that absolutely no one should know Obi-Wan possesses.)

But it’s also almost... relaxing, to be able to talk to someone without carefully choosing words beforehand. To say the most outrageous thing his mind comes up with, and only have Skywalker laugh and maybe even add a comment himself. Skywalker has his limits, obviously (Obi-Wan knows now to never approach the slave topic in a fifty lightyears radius again, and notices that he’s weirdly protective of Naboo’s Senator) but any violent argument is generally solved by fucking and then ignoring their divergence of opinion.

They fuck when the atmosphere becomes too tense between them, they fuck when it’s convenient, they even fuck when they celebrate the departure of a hated colleague or Stewjon’s victory in whatever mid rim sport is popular these days. Sex is good, even better when they start to learn what they both like and relish the intimate noises they can draw from each other a few doors away from their colleagues.

They still hate each other. (One time a journalist asked him about his thoughts about Skywalker’s reelection as Tatooine’s Senator, and Obi-Wan said “I think he’s the senator Tatooine deserves”. Later that day, Skywalker commed him. “You’re really good at shitting on me and my planet without anyone noticing, hm.” He knew he was smiling, so Obi-Wan smiled too and told him to be in his office without his pants on in half an hour if he wanted to complain about it.)

They still don’t get along. (”They’re children, Kenobi, you’ll have to be extra nice in front of the cameras and not look like you’d rather have a vasectomy than spend one more minute listening to their incomprehensible babbles and being touched by their dirty little hands,” Skywalker once said while readjusting Obi-Wan’s collar. “You know I hate doing that.” “Yes, but you’re also very good at pretending to have human feelings.” “I know, it’s a curse.” Skywalker half-laughed, half-kissed him. He didn’t hate it.)

Obi-Wan still throws him out of his office or apartment after he’s done with him. (Except that one time Skywalker fell asleep in his bed because he had an exhausting day and still came to Obi-Wan’s apartment. And this one time he blinked slowly at him right after sex, all warm and soft and content and said “This is the only time my brain can shut down and I’m finally free.” And also the time Skywalker came back from his horrible two-month-long diplomatic mission that almost killed him and spent two days on his couch, refusing to talk but leaning in when Obi-Wan’s hand stroked his head.)

(It means nothing.)

But then Skywalker makes the mistake of being jealous.

Obi-Wan has never really cared about...Well, anyone, really, so when he fucks (gently, slowly, with soothing words, Force, this is all so boring) the pretty niece of a King to make her change her uncle’s mind about taxes on hyperspace lane routes in his sector, he doesn’t think about it much.

Until Skywalker barges in his office yelling. It’s different from their usual banters and fights. For once, Obi-Wan is more confused than irritated because Skywalker isn’t making any sense (less than usual anyway) and keeps talking about Obi-Wan being the worst (nothing new here) and when he finally understands that it’s about... Phimla? Phila? Whatever the name of the girl was, he can’t help but be annoyed.

“Oh, please don’t tell me that you’re a romantic.”

He’s waiting for more yelling, but nothing comes. Skywalker just stands here, looking at him like he barely recognises him, with an expression Obi-Wan can’t completely read. It’s a long silence, almost an uncomfortable one because nothing should be so still around Skywalker who’s always on the move. It doesn’t feel right, not knowing what to say to him, how to make him react, understand what’s happening.

It takes a long, long time to realise that Skywalker is holding back tears.

Obi-Wan can’t deal with crying people. That’s the only reason he hates seeing Skywalker’s trembling hands running through his hair.

“I can’t believe I thought you could— Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Of course you can’t understand normal emotions, it would make you human and we both know you can’t even be in the same sector as human or else you implode.”

"Skywalker—”

“Fuck you, Obi-Wan.”

He leaves. He has never called him Obi-Wan before.

Obi-Wan doesn’t see him for weeks. Not in the corridors of the Senate, not at cocktail parties, not in meetings. No one challenges him when he speaks in public now, no one makes a sarcastic comment about his flowery turns of phrases or pushes him in an empty room for a blowjob right before an important conference to throw him off.

It’s boring.

It doesn’t help that people have been acting weirdly lately.

“Should I book two tickets?” His assistant asks him when he tells her to get him transport to Stewjon for a weekend. “No, why would I need two tickets?” She sends him an unimpressed look.

Despite his best efforts to be polite and courteous, Senator Amidala refuses to speak directly to him.

Even Sidious makes a comment. “You’ve been distracted lately.” Obi-Wan doesn’t know how to answer to that. It’s best to say nothing. “I have something to cheer you up, you’ll like it. I think it’s time we get rid of a... troublesome Senator.”

Obi-Wan thinks he’s having one of these unpleasant feelings he despises.

#sidious who knows perfectly well who obi-wan's been sleeping with these past few months: 'just kill him'#obi-wan: 'is it... guilt and worry for another person i am feeling for the first time in my life?'#obi-wan: 'disgusting'#anon #asks #senator skywalker au #sith senator kenobi au #au #obikin #fic i will never write #ssssk au #senate affair au

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kvgehiras · 3 years ago

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hiii can i request kuro relationship headcanons?? (i’m so soft for the delinquent looking but actually very sweet trope wwww please tell me i’m not alone)

HELLOOOO YES YES NP!!!! FOR SOME REASON THEY ENDED UP V MUCH AS.....A SCENARIO???? ESP HOW YALL MET ND STUFF SO IF IT'S NOT TO UR TASTE PLS TELL ME I DON'T MIND RE-DOING IT DJDBNDN HOPE U ENJOY IT???? MAYBE????? AAAAAAA

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

• kuro !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREAMS

• u guys def met at like . a convenience store or smthg

• nd he takes One look at u from the aisle across nd his brain malfunctions??????

• his brain literally goes !'+_+_(&((_(293940)3(_?')392(_9(&?&)'!'?:???!

• but he Keeps Calm bcs if he suddenly went up to u nd said smthg like "hello stranger ur rlly pretty can we be friends" ur probably gonna get a Bit weirded out

• so he just kept on walking nd went up to the counter to pay nd reached into his pockets to grab his wallet

• nd there's….nothing….?

• o no

• o no no no

• kuro audibly sighs bcs WHY NOW

• he could've looked cool to u too but NOOOOOOOO HE JUST HAD TO GO ND FORGET HIS WALLENG ND NOW-

• "hello! may i pay for his stuff too?"

• "? i mean sure…? here's the bill"

• "thank u ^^"

• kuro looks at the nice person nd he prepares all the nice things he has to say bcs this person literally saved him nd OH MY GOD IT'S THE SAME PERSON FROM BEFORE!'!'?'??'?'!';

• kuro forgets everything he prepared to say bcs of u (what r u doing to him </3)

• but he soon realised ur looking at him like a confused puppy (the cashier has left at this point . even he realises that Smthg Is Up pls)

• nd so he manages to say "thank u!!!!!" a lil too loudly nd u laugh nd oh god ur so cute

• he also manages a chuckle nd says "uh…. how should i pay u back…..?"

• u think abt it for a moment before going "hm….do u wanna have some food here w me?"

• so yall had ramen o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

• since then he learnt ur name was y/n ("what a pretty name ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙") nd u guys have been meeting in the same convenience store for…..several weeks? months probably

• he also learnt that u like sewing nd he !!!!!!! hes abt to ascend pls help him HDBDBBD

• ANYWAYS!!!!!!! the others catch on v quickly bcs of the way he grins whenever u call him nd his eyes become crescent shaped

• BUT THE THING IS !!!!! KURO KNOWS !!!!!!

• HE KNOWS HE LIKES U BUT U !!!!! UR TOO NICE !!!!! TOO SWEET !!!!!! FOR SOMEONE LIKE HIM !!!!!!!

• the funniest part is keito is seeing all of this unravel nd he's just. he's tired HDNDNDN

• "kuro, i'm sure they like u back, yk? yall literally meet up every day, it can't be that bad."

• "but they can do so much better :( i'm not worthy of someone like them :("

• keito Knows this is v shoujo manga-esque

• so he decides to solve it that way ヾ( ์ ω ์ )b

• if u think he calls u from kuro's phone nd let u hear it while kuro spills out his feelings for u to keito aka an indirect confession ur absoluteley correct

• so knowing that he's not gonna do anything, u call him to the convenience store the next day nd confess instead!

• he...he stutters alot….gets VERY blushy…..nd blinks alot bcs he genuinely can't believe ur asking him out

• but he agrees!!!!!! finally!!!!!!!!!!!

• anyways !!!!! u soon learn he's very doting. v cheesy. but he's nice

• he sometimes makes u a scarf bcs it's too cold outside nd it reminds u of him so u do wear it

• but whenever yall r at home sometimes he'll shyly wrap it around both of u nd place a kiss to ur head then ruffle ur hair

• the way he looks at u at time……..why is he DOING THIS TO U !!!!!!!!! SO MEAN HES LITERALLY KILLING U ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

• he also likes making u food!!!!!!!! loves loves loves cutting up fruits for u before u come home so u can have freshly cut fruits too!!!!!

• he just ….. he spoils u SO MUCH

• but do u mind? absoluteley not!

• he also likes playing w ur hand at times!!!!! like if yall r going shopping or smthg together he'll swing ur hands…..

• nd the thing is he also usually….. doesnt talk abt himself yk? so if he is, like if he's talking abt his day, or how much u make him happy while yall r sipping tea peacefully, he'll take one hand of urs in his own nd like….play w ur fingers? if that makes sense?

• he also sometimes grips them a bit tight when he's talking abt smthg that's a bit uncomfy for him, but when u place ur other hand on his cheek nd draw these lil lines, he instantly calms under ur touch

• i think the conclusion is u guys r a v domestic couple . it's v nice

• some might even say that u guys r married!!!!

• nd while ur denying it now as u laugh, he hopes that u actually agree when he asks u this question in a few years

#hope this wasnt too late sobs #adding on tho #i feel like kuroo would look at his s/o in a v :") type way yk #like wow !!!!!! he rlly !!!!!!!!!!!!!! he rlly is in love !!!!!!! it's so obvious god i love this delinquent man #thank u for requesting!!!!!!#kiryu kuro #kuro imagines #kiryu kuro imagines #kiryu kuro enstars #kiryu kuro enstars imagines #enstars #ensemble stars #enstars imagines #ensemble stars imagines #writing #anon !!#ask box !!

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 4 years ago

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Soulmate September - Day 6

Day 6 - When your soulmate is injured you will experience pain in that area

Pairing(s): Analoceitmus [ambiguous, can be read romantic or platonic, or a mix], QPR Royality

TWs: Injury mention, swearing, Remus being Remus near the end

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“I’m going to sue him.”, Logan hissed, attempting to sit up in his hospital bed, “Soulmate or not, how can one man possibly be so irresponsible?! I’m definitely going to sue him.”

He winced as he tried to get comfy, but the tough mattress and uncomfortable bunching of the sheets said suffer.

And boy, was he.

Logan Sanders was an immaculate, careful man. Had been since he was a child. A neat and tidy lad who - upon learning of the rules of fate - made it his utmost mission to spare his soulmate any pain or anguish for as long as he could manage.

His soulmate, however, didn’t seem to share that sentiment.

From childhood, Logan found himself with sudden knee pains from scrapes he never fell for, abrasions he had caused no friction to gain, and the occasional shoulder or back pain as if he’d been pushed over when he was standing perfectly upright. At least the universe had decided to spare humanity the anguish of leaving soulmates with the physical injuries that came with the pain, but it was only a minor comfort.

Logan couldn’t say he hadn’t expected a lot of rough and tumble from his soulmate after his elementary school years, but really; a broken leg, facial burns, and a splintered forearm? “This is absolute bullshit.”, he bitterly muttered, “Barely hours apart! How is that even possible?!”

His ranting went ignored by the nurse who came to administer his medication; thankfully science had worked out a wonderful little clear pill that could banish the pain from particularly debilitating soulmate pains. The little bastards were expensive - the true pain is always capitalism within the medical world - but Logan’s job paid handsomely. Say what you will about computer nerds and whatnot, but programming for the right people lets you make some seriously high end bread. None of that homemade farmer’s market shit.

Unfortunately, he’d have to wait about a week for his pains to ebb gently into nothingness until the klutz of a man fate paired him with got into MORE trouble. Thus Logan couldn’t get back to his work. His leg was, for all intents and purposes, broken so the staff couldn’t let him go home. He couldn’t simply drive home himself either, his splintered forearm saw to that. And Logan couldn’t even ask his roommate Emile to bring him his work laptop to try and keep his workload at bay, his left eye was too cloudy and painful to concentrate on a screen.

Yes; his soulmate BETTER be paying his hospital bills.

Realisation struck Logan; his soulmate is obviously just as injured, ergo it’s a high probability that he could be somewhere within the hospital too. Using his good hand to reach for a pen, and absolutely dreading adding to his pain, Logan poked the tip into his good arm, wincing as he first attempted to contact them with simple morse code, “My/ Name/ Is/ Logan. Who/ Are/ You?”

He waited for a response, fearing he would have to start scratching his name onto his arm when he felt the little jabs in response, “Janus.” Great. He FINALLY had a name to put on the lawsuit. Logan, already wincing at the bee-sting pain from the pen, he jabbed out another message,

“Are/ You/ Currently/ Staying/ At/ Stokes/ General/ Hospital?”

The reply came cryptically,

“Yes / I / -”

Logan wasn’t sure why his soulmate had suddenly stopped replying. Had a nurse confiscated whatever his soulmate was using to poke himself? Either way, Logan would have to be content with the knowledge his soulmate was at least close by. He truly had no idea how close until two very disgruntled voices were within earshot of his room door,

“Brilliant, I just adore being ousted from my comfortable bed so I could spend even longer looking at your delightful face.”

“Oh, like you’re the victim here, asshole! You’re the one stabbing yourself and fucking up my unbroken arm!”

Logan watched them both argue outside of his room door. Both men were sporting similar injuries to his own; the first one that had spoken, refined looking gentleman with sharp features and neat blonde hair, had the left side of his face bandaged heavily. Meanwhile the other man, sporting raven hair and eye bags that could carry a month’s worth of groceries, was fitted with a cast on his left forearm. Both of them were on crutches, though Logan couldn’t see if either had a genuine cast.

“Ahem. Gentlemen?”

Logan called to them, watching as both turned to meet his gaze. He lifted the pen in his hand and asked, “I take it one of you is Janus?”

The man with the bandages over his eye, Janus, nodded, “That would be me.”

The man with the broken arm looked confused, “Wait, so, you’re the one who was ramming a pen into their arm? Damn.”, he turned, begrudgingly to the first man, “I guess I owe you an apology then.”

“Really you needn’t-”

“Then I shan’t.”

Janus glared at the other man’s snark, but Logan found it rather delightful. Clearing his throat once more, he breached the topic, “I take it that means we three are soulmates?”

“Four.”

Logan and Janus looked to the third man as he explained, “Your leg doesn’t have a proper cast on it, this asshole doesn’t have one either,”, Janus gifted the man a half glare and a middle finger before he continued, “And since I don’t have one, it’s pretty obvious there’s a fourth musketeer.”

Fair to say, Logan was impressed, even Janus was hiding the tiniest hint of admiration as he retorted, “And are we to call you Sherlock or D’artagnan?”

The man rolled his eyes, “Ha ha, fuck you. My name’s-”

“VIRGIL!!”

The man, Virgil, nearly lept out of his skin, jerking his arm and giving the three of them a jolt of pain. Logan felt relieved he’d only have to put up with it for a few more days once the medicine took effect.

In the doorway stood a man who could only be described as unnecessarily handsome, clad in a burgundy bomber jacket and a Nightmare Before Christmas shirt that seemed out of place on someone who stood poised like the protagonist of a romance anime. Logan noted he and Janus both checked to see if his leg was broken; good to know they had similar tastes even if the man’s lack of a cast dashed their hopes. Said handsome man made a beeline for Virgil, only to receive a swat and a motion to back off,

“Jesus fucking Christ, Princey, you nearly gave me a heart attack!!!”, Virgil hissed and took a deep breath. ‘Princey’ let out a fond huff, “You should be so lucky, Bring Me The Depression, do you know how worried Pat and I were when we couldn’t find you!? This, dearest Emo Nightmare, is karma at its finest-!”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up, Roman. Where’s Pat? He’s gonna wanna meet my soulmates.”

Roman blinked, finally registering Logan and Janus just watching the two of them reunite. Clearing his throat, Logan made the introductions, “I’m Logan Sanders, this gentleman is-”

“Janus Delgado. Charmed I’m sure.”, Janus butt in, “Really, Logan, I can introduce myself. Unlike some people.”

Virgil flipped him off just in time for Roman to frown in confusion, “And…. you’re all sure you’re soulmates? I mean, no offense but you don’t...”, he picked his words carefully, his face contorting at the effort, “....act like soulmates?”

The three of them looked between one another and shrugged, “To be perfectly fair - Roman, yes? - we have all literally just met today under…. Less than optimal circumstances. I doubt you and your soulmate, assuming you’ve found them, hit it off instantly.”

Roman blinked, “Kind of, we didn’t have any problems like this, quite honestly...”, he almost sounded guilty at that notion, “The worst we have to deal with is his cat allergies-”

Out in the hallway, a couple of nurses hurriedly walked past and allowed another man into the room who immediately lit up at the sight of Roman and Virgil, “There you both are!!! I got held up at the vending machine, but when I came back you were both gone!”

“Patton! How glad I am to see you once more!”, Roman beamed, pulling the taller man into a hug and planting a dramatic kiss upon his cheek, to which Logan, Janus, and Virgil simultaneously met with an ‘ugh’. Perhaps they were more alike than they first assumed.

Patton turned to meet Janus and Logan’s gaze, looking back to Virgil who explained, “They’re two of my soulmates, Pat.”

For a moment, the tall excitable ball of sunshine looked like he was about to pop with joy when Roman held up a hand to interject, “Pardon me, but ‘two of’?”, and cast his confusion towards Virgil who explained, “Our last soulmate has a broken leg, it’s the only injury we can’t account for.”

Patton and Roman shared a momentary look, drawing Logan’s attention, “Roman? Patton? Are you both alright?”. The two seemed to play eye contact rock-paper-scissors to decide who would answer, with Roman losing apparently.

“When exactly did you feel the pain in your leg?”

“Couple hours ago” “Around three?” “Precisely 3:27 pm.”

Came the chorus of answers. Janus and Virgil both shot Logan a look, to which he quietly murmured, “It never hurts to provide a little extra clarity.”

“Apparently so,”, Janus began, before shifting his partial gaze to the couple, “So, are you lovebirds-”

“Qpp’s.”, Patton corrected quietly, to which, Janus did apologise, “Pardon me. So, are you queer platonic saps going to clue us in to why exactly you asked us such a specific question?”

Roman sighed, “I ask because my brother, Remus, broke his leg at that exact same time today. Pat and I were going to visit him right after we’d checked in with Virgil.”

The three soulmates shared a collective look, but the first one to pipe up was Virgil, “You have a brother?! Why am I only finding this out now, I’ve known you for 12 fucking years, Roman! What the fuck!?”

Logan exasperatedly ran a hand down his face as he tried to maneuver himself out of his bed and into one of the hospital’s wheelchairs, Janus offering a hand to him, “Virgil, as much as I would love to listen to you and Roman bicker back and forth, could we possibly save such trivialities for after we meet our fourth soulmate?”

This time Patton piped up, “Oh, um, you may not want to do that just yet-”

As if on cue, roughly six or seven medical staff rushed by, causing Patton and Roman to quickly look around the doorway, only to turn back to the others, “Well, no time like the present. Patton, if you help Virgil, I’ll help Janus once Logan can shimmy into that wheelchair.”, Roman assigned as he offered an arm for Logan to hold onto while he got himself in the chair. Noting the context clues, Logan was rightfully worried, especially as he felt a new pain in his hand, only to note that while Roman and Patton helped them move, Virgil and Janus seemed to be experiencing more pain in their legs than before. In the moment, Logan did feel a little bad that the pill he’d taken hours earlier was saving him from too much additional pain. Approaching the hospital room the medical staff had gathered within, the group were greeted with a wild scene.

A scruffy man strikingly similar in looks to Roman - albeit sporting a thin moustache and silver hair streak - wearing a leg cast was holding a crutch in one hand and an honest to god butterfly knife in the other, standing atop his hospital bed, raving like a lunatic and gesturing frantically to an empty space in the room,

“NOW WILL SOMEBODY FINALLY LET ME OUT OF HERE?! ME AND THIS BEAR WANNA GO CATCH HORNY FISH AND SHIT IN THE WOODS!!”

Charming.

Logan glanced over at Patton and Roman, the question clear on his face just like their answer. That was Remus alright. He watched Roman talk with a nurse trying to calm Remus, “We gave him some painkillers to ease his leg pains, but it shouldn’t be affecting him this much!”

“Oh, Remus has always been like this with medication, I should’ve warned the nursing staff.”, he groaned, “But that doesn’t explain-”

“He must’ve pushed the blue button behind his bed,”, Logan sighed, already anticipating Roman’s question, “The medical staff likely assumed Remus was coding and thus went into action. That’s why they’re here right now.”

Roman’s expression confirmed that was indeed going to be his question. As Roman went to help the nurses tranquilise Remus’ wild flailing, and while his other two soulmates stood by to watch the chaos - in varying degrees of worry and strange admiration bordering on attraction for his disregard for social norms - Logan tried to come to terms with the facts.

He had three very different soulmates, and by the looks of it? He’d have to get used to frequent hospital stays….

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This one’s probably on the weirder side, but uh, yeah, I hope it’s still a good read! [Also sorry these have been a little late lately TTvTT] @tsshipmonth2020 Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses

#analoceitmus #logan sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #royality #qpr!royality #roman sanders #patton sanders #my fics #fanfics #tsshipmonth2020 #soulmate september #this one just went wild #i dunno what to tell you #reads a little more like analogical and demus if i think about it #but whatever it was fun

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Alpha Reader x Omega Kieran - Possessive

- When you first saw Kieran after Arthur brought him back to Colter, you weren’t particularly interested. He was just an O’Driscoll at that point. It wasn’t really until arriving at Horseshoe Overlook did you start to feel the inklings of something whenever you looked at him.

- At first you chalked it up to the fact he was an Omega and you an Alpha, while you were nearing your annual Rut.

- Sneaking over under the cover of night and ordered his silence before hand feeding him some canned peaches, relishing the slight touches of his lips on your fingers.

- You made a habit of talking to him, not always with food but when you did it was something real nice, with promises of more like that if he gave Dutch what he wanted to know.

- You spent a lot of your time watching Kieran. It definitely unnerved the poor boy, seeing as he’d been threatened by Javier and Sadie. But then again you also seem to spoil him (at least compared to how the rest of the gang treats him).

- Going out hunting or fishing and cooking private/personal meals just for Kieran, showing him what a good Alpha you are and how well you can provide for him.

- People noticed for sure but no one really asks you about it until you gave him one of your blankets, heavy with your scent. Kieran becomes especially attentive to your kindness towards him.

- You come straight to his defence when the gang picks on him too much for your liking. Especially when Javier threatens him and Sean head butts him. You and Javier nearly come to blows but Sean poddles off to drink more.

- When Bill ‘jokingly’ threatens to geld him again, you are there in an instant, surprising the other man when you practically throw him off Kieran, hissing/growling promises of violence against him if he tries that again. You then tell Kieran that he’s sharing your tent from now on since you miraculously have one to yourself (it is on the smaller side though).

- Overhearing him ask one of the girls about Heat/Rut protocols because he thinks he’s due in a couple of weeks so you start looking for a place to take him away from the camp and set it up for him.

- Other members of the gang start treating Kieran better, seeming to take after your lead. You don’t particularly have a problem with this; in fact it makes you quite happy.

- Expect when Bill demands Kieran have a drink with him. That, you take issue with. To you, it looks more like Bill is trying to get in Kieran’s good graces and court him. And you can’t have that. Kieran is yours.

- It’s around now that you began to publicly/properly court him, giving him gifts like some lures and better clothes, soon enough, Kieran and you are hardly seen apart and are considered spoken for.

- You manage to convince Dutch to let you take him out of camp more. Dutch mostly agrees because when you mention Kieran pulling his weight and that if he likes the gang more he’ll be less likely to betray them.

- You take him to the river back by Horseshoe Overlook and Cattail Pond west of Valentine for fishing trips, spending the night either under the stars or in a hotel with Kieran often ending up curled against your chest, head nestled by the crook of your neck as he unconsciously scents you.

- Kieran shyly asks you how Dutch’s business with the Braithwaite boys went earlier. Confused, you ask him to explain and realise that they were near camp when they weren’t being expected. Back at Camp, you word things to paint it as Kieran looking out for the Gang and the importance of guard duty is emphasised. Sadly Jack still gets taken but no one blames Kieran since he did warn the gang of the Braithwaites lingering.

- When Jack is safely back at with the Gang, several members thank Kieran for looking out for the gang (Abigail tearfully thanking Kieran, for doing his best to look out for her son) and that night Kieran spends half the night drunkenly sitting on your lap, smiling like a fool and rambling about what a great Alpha you are to him while the two of you are stupidly affectionate with each other.

- The hangover is the very first thing you notice the next morning, A split second later it’s lack of a warm body next to yours and the more muted smell of Kieran on your bedrolls.

- You ask around a bit but no one else has seen him so you grab a cup of coffee and down it quick before searching the area for him.

- That’s when you find his hat and bandana in the mud and what looks like a mild struggle. Sniffing around a bit, you can faintly make out several unfamiliar scents and immediately head back to camp to ask Charles for help. Arthur comes along too, despite his hangover.

- It takes some time even with Charles and Arthur’s help but the three of you manage to follow the trail. The sight of an O’Driscoll camp so close to Shady Belle worries you all but you blood simultaneously boils and freezes when you hear some of the O’Driscolls talking about making a traitor talk as a familiar voice cries out.

- Kieran.

- They had Kieran.

- And they were torturing him.

- Whatever Charles and Arthur said or were planning fell on deaf ears as you silently took down the three guards closest to you before drawing your revolver and letting loose on the other bastards that dared to hurt your omega.

- The shoot out was short and very bloody; anyone that came near you was either shot in the head of viciously stabbed to death.

- Half drenched in blood, you beat the lone man guarding Kieran to death with your bare hands.

- Cutting Kieran down and speaking softly as you reassure him you are there, he’s safe now, running your fingers through his bloodied hair and planting soft kisses all over his face, scenting each other despite the blood covering you.

- After the Gang relocates, you whisk Kieran away to that private cabin you prepared for him a few months ago for some TLC and one on one time.

- At night while Kieran is asleep and held securely in your arms against your chest, you plant a kiss on the crown of his head and whisper

“You are mine and I will kill anyone who dares to think they can get away with hurting you. My dear, sweet Kieran.”

#Kieran Duffy x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #red dead redemption x gn reader #red dead redemption x reader #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 x male reader #rdr2 x gn reader #rdr2 x female reader

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