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svnflowervol666 · 5 years ago

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An interview during self-isolation with Zane Lowe (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: I’ve gotten a ton of asks to the tune of this scenario - about what a quarantine video with Harry and his family would look like. I put as many of them together as I could for you all! Hope you enjoy and it’s not too confusing, as this isn’t my typical writing style, but I tried my best to make it worth your while! Take care and TPWK.

“Harry, can ye’ hear me alright?” Harry heard Zane Lowe’s voice fill his right ear as he readjusted his headphones.

“Yeah, I can hear ya,” he responded, running his fingers through his hair once everything was situated and his laptop was balanced perfectly on his knee.

“I’ve just been video calling and chatting it up with everyone on how they’re navigating the pandemic, so I’m very thankful you’ve agreed to join in.”

“‘S no problem. Thank you f’ having me.”

“Oh!” Zane interjected his own strain of thought, “I see you’ve brought a special guest for us today,” he said when Harry’s screen finally focused and he was able to see everything on Harry’s end.

Harry chuckled, the dimples on either corner of his mouth growing wider at the mention of the sleeping body on his chest that’s got a fuzzy blanket tucked into their sides and draped over Harry’s upper half.

“I have,” Harry agreed, “Though he’s not gonna be worth much. Being a two-year-old is exhausting apparently.”

He gave the toddler a few gentle pats on the back and continued to look at Zane through the webcam.

“This is your son, right?” Zane asked.

“Who? Him?” Harry asked, nodding his head in the direction of his child, “Nah. Found him on the street.”

Both men laughed, but Harry tried to lower his volume as to not wake up his son.

“Well, he looks an awful bit like you t’ be a stray, don’t ye’ think?”

“I suppose the curls are quite convincing, aren’t they?” Harry sighed, playfully rolling his eyes.

“What’s brought your bubs along with you for this interview?”

“Erm,” Harry thought, wondering if he should be talking this much about his personal life but ultimately deciding it wasn’t too invasive, “Y/N’s been pretty tired lately, so I’m just trying to keep him out of her hair so she can rest. He’s going through a phase where he’s very clingy right now so he’d probably be crying f’ me at some point if I left him in his room.”

“Oh, that’s right!” it suddenly dawned on Zane, “You two are expecting again, aren’t you?

“We are,” Harry smiled softly yet proudly into the screen, “‘s kinda scary for us right now, but we’re hoping everything is cleared up before it’s time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just about to say right now’s probably not the greatest time to be havin’ a baby.”

“Well, the baby’s not due for a few more months so I think everything’ll be alright, but it’s still just kinda nerve-wracking ye’ know?”

“Absolutely,” Zane added, “This has all got t’ be tough on your guys; having to self-isolate with a toddler plus having one on the way.”

“Ehh, it’s not so bad,” Harry countered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he spoke. “We’ve been spending a lot of time t’gether, which is pretty great. I just got done with all of the album promo, so I’d already been gone for a while. Plus, I was about to leave for tour for like a month so we were kinda sad about having to say goodbye before, but now I don’t have to. We talk to our families a lot and keep in touch with everyone pretty regularly so we don’t feel like we’re going too crazy.”

“Good! That’s good.”

Harry nodded in agreement.

“I was going to ask you about tour actually. You’ve pushed the European leg of your Love on Tour to next year, is that correct?”

“Correct.”

“That must be hard for you, I’m sure. I bet you were so ready to get back on the road and to have it all pulled out from under ye’ was probably not the greatest feeling.”

“I mean, it’s obviously disappointing, but like, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not the most important thing in the world. But I think everyone kinda understands that there’s not anything you can do about it and ye’ have to do what you can to keep everyone safe, ya know?”

“For sure,” Zane nodded, readjusting the hat on his head.

“Plus, it gives you time to practice doesn’t it?”

Harry’s belly shook as he laughed softly.

“Definitely gives us plenty of time to be prepar-”

Harry stopped in his tracks and looked down at his son who was still napping away, lifting his hand up from where it had been rested on his tiny bum.

“Everything alright?” Zane asked Harry after he was still quiet for a few seconds and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Uhh, yeah,” Harry stuttered as a noticeable heat climbed to his cheeks, “Think m’ son’s just farted on me in his sleep.”

This made Zane laugh even harder than he had before, clutching his chest while Harry remained embarrassed that his son had just passed gas on him during his first interview.

The commotion seemed to stir Harry’s son from his sleep. His pudgy legs began to stretch against Harry’s chest and his balled-up fists reached up to rub at his closed eyes. Harry seemed to sense some trepidation, like his son was going to start fussing at any given moment, so he quickly began bouncing his small body against his knee to soothe him and shushed him quietly in his ear. Zane didn’t draw much attention to it, but he couldn’t help but swoon over how easily Harry’s son settled back down.

Harry whispered, “’s alright, bubby. You’re alright,” before kissing the top of his curls gently, no doubt making the viewers lose their minds at home with how gentle he was being towards his boy.

“So your boy farts himself awake, huh?” Zane joked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. He’s an absolute mess,” Harry added.

“Does he take after you or Y/N?”

Clearly, neither of them were interested in talking about music or tour anymore. Harry’s son had stolen the show, and he wasn’t even conscious.

“A little bit of both I’d say. He’s extremely kind and caring like Y/N, but loves to mess around like me. Can’t really say he got any of Y/N’s looks, though.”

“Absolutely not,” Zane chuckled into his mic, “That one’s all you.”

Harry laughed again, rubbing the tip of his nose with the palm of his hand out of habit.

“Is he excited to be a big brother?”

“Ehh, I think he kinda gets the idea, but not really,” Harry tilted his hand back and forth to symbolize the fact that his toddler could just barely come to grips with there being another baby in his mum’s belly.

“He knows there’s ‘something in mummy’s tummy,’“ Harry noted using air quotes, “And he like, gives Y/N’s stomach kisses all of the time because we tell him to and he sees me do it, but I don’t really think he’s come to grips with it.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Zane responded, “He’s only two.”

“Right, right,” Harry agreed, “But he’s, like, super cuddly and loves his stuffed animals and stuff, so I don’t think he’s gonna have a hard time at all really.”

Just when Zane was going to try to get back on topic with his prepared list of questions he had written up for Harry that didn’t involve his son, there was a commotion on Harry’s end that occurred somewhere beyond the view of the camera.

It was the sound of a door shutting a feet padding against hardwood steps.

“Harry!” a voice called out.

“Have you seen my laptop charger? I’m trying to FaceTime Gem- Oh,” the voice stopped.

“Sorry, baby,” Harry spoke above the laptop screen to whoever had just walked into the room, “Couldn’t find mine and I had t’ talk t’ Zane.”

“Which Zane?”

“Is that Y/N I hear?” Zane asked Harry.

Harry laughed at his wife’s words, quickly specifying that it was Zane Lowe and not his former bandmate.

“Yes, it is Y/N. She’s awoken from her beauty sleep it appears.”

The camera wasn’t able to pick up the way Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry.

“Gimme one of those,” Y/N demanded, holding her hand out for the other earbud that Harry wasn’t wearing so she could join in on his conversation with Zane.

Harry swung the free earbud around his chest with his free hand as to not disturb their son, smiling smugly at his wife while she settled onto the sofa next to him and cuddled into his side.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Zane greeted her.

“Hello, handsome,” Y/N responded, “How come you never call to talk to me anymore? Why do you only care about this nobhead?”

She playfully shoved Harry’s shoulder, but not hard enough to actually knock him sideways.

“He does have the number one album in the country right now. Kinda makes sense to check in on him now, dunnit?”

“And I’m his baby mama, so where’s my praise for carrying his little spawns?”

“You truly are a saint for tha’ one. I won’t lie.”

Harry feigned offense but failed to hide the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips.

“I’m sitting right here!” he scoffed.

“We know, love,” Y/N cooed him as she looked over at him and brushed his curls that had fallen onto his forehead back into his mess of hair.

“How are you doing, though, Y/N? We talked a bit about you while you were away. Harry said you’re strugglin’ a bit?”

“Umm, I mean, it’s just normal pregnancy stuff,” she dismissed his qualms as she absentmindedly stroked her protruding belly that was just barely in the frame, “I’m at the point where everything hurts all of the time and everything Harry does annoys the piss out of me, but other than that I’m pretty much normal.”

“Goodness. He didn’t tell me that part,” Zane chuckled, “Please elaborate.”

“Okay, well first of all-,” Y/N started.

“Why are you acting like you were just waiting f’ someone to ask you that question?” Harry forced through laughter.

“Because I’ve got a lot to say!” she exclaimed.

“You don’t pick up your dirty clothes, you leave your tea mugs all around the house, and you and your son eat all of my bread!”

“I do not eat all of the bread!” Harry started to playfully argue with his wife.

“I caught you sneaking into the pantry at midnight eating bread right out of the bag, Harold.”

“Well, what were you doin’ awake in the kitchen at midnight anyway, hmm?”

“I’m pregnant. I’m allowed to be hungry every twenty minutes. You’ve got no excuse.”

Harry sighed in defeat, meanwhile, Zane sat back and enjoyed listening to the two of them bickering like children.

“Sounds like the quarantine might getting t’ the both of you, huh?”

“Oh, no,” Y/N dismissed Zane, “We’re always like this.”

Just then, Harry felt the weight distribution on his chest shift, and saw a pair of emerald green eyes identical to his open and look back and forth between him and Y/N. His pudgy cheeks were flushed a warm, crimson color and the t-shirt he had taken a nap in was tugged over to the side from how well he had slept.

“Well, hello there, bubby. Nice of you t’ join us,” Harry spoke calmly to his son that was in the middle of waking up, gently brushing his fingers along the side of his face.

“Dear god. He looks just like you, Harry,” Zane said in disbelief.

This made Harry blush and hide his face in his son’s plush blanket, and Y/N looked lovingly down at her two boys.

“I know he does,” Harry confirmed, “Poor thing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry’s comment. As if that was meant to be an insult.

“Hung-y,” the three of them heard the toddler mumble.

“What’s that, lovie?” Y/N perked up.

“I hung-y” he repeated, his arms outstretched for his mother to which she happily accepted.

The boy crawled right over Harry towards Y/N, his foot sinking deep into Harry’s gut and making him grunt in reaction.

“You’re hungry?” Y/N asked, “You want some lunch, bubs?”

He nodded into Y/N’s shoulder where he had tucked himself away, clearly still in the mood to be loved on and cuddled.

“Well, let’s go make you something to eat then. What do you want? A banana?”

“Bread!” cheered the two-year-old, which earned a laugh from everyone in the room and an eye-roll from Y/N.

“Of course, you want bread. Wouldn’t expect anything less from your father’s child.”

“Why are you bullying me?” Harry fired back.

“Because you’re eating all of my damn bread!” Y/N yelled before scooping their son up from the couch and teetering out of frame into the kitchen.

“Alright,” started Zane, “Seems like it’s time for me to leave you three alone. Thanks for stopping in t’ chat.”

Harry chortled, readjusting his headphone one last time to sign off.

“Thanks again f’ havin’ me. Sorry my family crashed your interview.”

“It’s no bother at all, mate. ‘S actually quite refreshing seeing ye’ like this. I’m sure everyone watching would agree. Reminds us all that you’re human and not some robot with perfect hair and the voice of an angel.”

Harry hid his face in his hands, blushing for what felt like the thousandth time during this video call.

“I hope you lot continue to stay safe and healthy through all of this.”

“Thank you so much. You as well,” Harry added.

“Of course. Tell Y/N I’ll ring her up soon.”

“Will do,” Harry nodded, “If she doesn’t kill me f’ asking her t’ make me some toast first.”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x pregnant!reader #dad!harry #dad!harry x reader #dad!harry x pregnant!reader

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aohendo · 2 years ago

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Deleted scene for today!

Reason for deleting? I realized it would work better if Kiris found Thaav dead to begin with. Quicker will work better for this, since it’s going to lead into a Riasil + Kiris conversation and the repercussions of Thaav’s death. Also, it was beginning to feel melodramatic, and that was irritating me despite it needing to be a fairly intense scene.

Taglist: @whimsyqueen, @cactusmotif, @on-noon, @paradisiacalshroud, @houndsofcorduff. If you’d like to be added to the taglist, let me know!

Excerpt is 508 words, CW: blood.

Thaav’s quarter’s were laid the same as Kiris’ own, but he paid no heed to what few differences there were. Kiris skidded to his knees and hovered over Prince Thaav. They lay on the ground, half propped against a chair, gasping, lungs sputtering, in a pond of red. A hole traced through their abdomen but did not quite disembowel them.

Kiris tore off his overtunic and threw it aside, and then he ripped off his undertunic. He wadded it into a ball and pressed it down on Thaav. The old prince gasped and heaved against him, their eyes drifting open.

“You’ll be okay,” Kiris said, instantly. “You’re not gonna die. I’ve got you.”

Slowly, their gaze found his, old grey eyes watery but as fearsome as always. “Yphant.” Their voice was a breeze’s whisper.

“Yeah.” He switched his undertunic over, not caring how his hands became soaked in blood. “You’ve just got to hold on, okay? Hold on for me, and I can—I can get Riasil.”

They raised their hand, shaking terribly, as if to caress his face. Instead, it found his arm and traced down until it caught on the distorted skin from the shackles. Kiris pressed the undertunic tighter into Thaav’s side.

“These are old.”

“Hm-mm. Riasil will—” there were no guards. No servants. No one around. No one Kiris could ask to fetch the Scholar. Thaav’s fingers held onto the scars as if handholds. “I’ll—I’ll summon Riasil right now. You’ll be alright.”

“Yphant—”

“Shh. I’m not going to let you die.” And he wasn’t. However Thaav would think of him after this, he didn’t care. Kiris thinned the Realms and found Empathy, and then he found Empathic Projection, and with the Realms thinned before him, Thaav a glowing point of burnt yellow beneath him, Kiris searched the fortress for Riasil’s all-too-familiar stark green. He found it several floors removed. This was for Thaav.

Kiris thought the sound of urgency. He thought the pitch of suggestion, the clamor of help and pain, and set it amongst the folds of Riasil’s unsuspecting orchestra of emotion. When the brass winds of alarm hit his ears, Kiris painted blood into his melody and sent forth the impression of ‘Thaav.’ It was sickeningly familiar to how he had begged in Cym, Riasil and all Riasil’s friends only several walls away. Too far to listen. Too far too understand. He forced thick the Realms before he could linger.

“You’ve sinned,” Thaav said, mouse-paw silent.

Kiris laughed, anxiety bubbling out of him. “Yeah. And you’re going to tell me off, because you’re going to live. Riasil’s coming. He’ll be here soon, and he’ll fix you, and then you can tell me how selfish I am, and everything’ll be normal, alright? You’ll be okay.”

“No one can deny the Prophet’s futures.”

“People deny Avkonin all the time, Prince Thaav.”

They smiled. It twitched on their lips even as their eyes fell shut. “It is to keep you humble.”

#princeforhire #kiris is having a really shitty tuesday #straight to the 'stuff I deleted' document #writing #wip #writblr #writeblr #writerblr #fantasy

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killjoystuff · 4 years ago

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Some of these may have been edited/had words changed around for ease of roleplaying. Feel free to change pronouns/wording to suit you!

BUMMERLAND:

❝ Better nix my summer plans. ❞ ❝ It’s my all time low. ❞ ❝ Here I am! ❞ ❝ You’re only going up from here. ❞ ❝ I’ve been alone for too long. ❞ ❝ I can’t afford no nice things. ❞ ❝ When I buy that first beer, I’ll be a goddamn hero. ❞ ❝ And there ain’t no funner-land! ❞

3 O’CLOCK THINGS:

❝ I promise everything’ll be alright. ❞ ❝ Your eyes are tired but keep ‘em open. You wouldn’t wanna miss a thing. ❞ ❝ When the hell did advertisements get so good? ❞ ❝ It’s kinda funny how I keep debating if somebody’s shy or if they hate me.❞ ❝ Maybe sex is overrated but we’re too shy to ever say it.❞ ❝ It’s 3AM. I should be sleeping. ❞ ❝ It’s too hard to tell if anything’s real or not. ❞ ❝ Let’s blame our parents because they taught us their ways. ❞

MY PLAY:

❝ Haven’t seen the old house lately. ❞ ❝ I don’t want my own love wasted. ❞ ❝ If love dies, do I fucking bother? ❞ ❝ I don’t wanna do it twice ‘cause it’s not the same. ❞ ❝ If we don’t hold out then we’re cowards. ❞ ❝ I put on a play in my basement. ❞ ❝ Guess everything is complicated. ❞ ❝ It’s gonna get really really really really bad before it’s okay. ❞

JOE:

❝ Remember when you laughed at my last name? ❞ ❝ I don’t ever think of you. ❞ ❝ Do you think I’m cool? ❞ ❝ Every time she laughed it would feel fake. ❞ ❝ I don’t even mind, this is so dumb. ❞ ❝ I got friends all up the coast. ❞ ❝ It comes with me where I go. ❞ ❝ You’ll tell me how cool I got. ❞

ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE:

❝ I keep losing my socks. Where the hell do they go? ❞ ❝ Holy-moly, it’s a real do-nothing day. ❞ ❝ Adventure is out there. ❞ ❝ Adventure is out there, so why am I in here today? ❞ ❝ Think I’m losing my mind. ❞ ❝ I won’t lose them, I’m sure. ❞ ❝ I’ll slip away and they’ll lose me. ❞ ❝ I’ll be seeing the world. ❞

THE TRICK:

❝ I got a dog and my dog can dance. ❞ ❝ I can be anything that I pretend to be. ❞ ❝ We’ll get out of this too. ❞ ❝ I’m not proud of this but I’m not proud of the truth. ❞ ❝ If you run from me, I’ll use my trick on you. ❞ ❝ The truth is that I’m screwed. ❞ ❝ My dad doesn’t lie, so you can’t meet my dad. ❞

ORDINARY-ISH PEOPLE:

❝ Your happy friends call you depressing because you wonder why we’re all alive. ❞ ❝ Your downer friends say you’re too happy because you still celebrate sometimes. ❞ ❝ I guess the last time you had any fun was way back when you weren’t anyone. ❞ ❝ You’ve gotta be somebody sometime. ❞ ❝ If you’re nobody, nobody minds. ❞ ❝ You’re not stupid, you’re just special. ❞ ❝ Please yell if you’re paying attention. ❞

HUMPTY DUMPTY:

❝ Screw it, Ima smile right through it. ❞ ❝ I’ll scream when no one’s around. ❞ ❝ Something’s wrong but I’m scared to look it up. ❞ ❝ If you get sad, then I’ll feel bad I told you at all. ❞ ❝ I could fake it, move away, or I could suck it up and face it. ❞ ❝ You know you can’t be seen. ❞ ❝ I got friends in a lot of weird places. ❞ ❝ I can’t take another panic episode. ❞

WORLD’S SMALLEST VIOLIN:

❝ I think I bored my therapist while playing him my violin. ❞ ❝ Next to them, my shit don’t feel so grand. ❞ ❝ I kinda feel like two things can be sad. ❞ ❝ The world’s smallest violin really need an audience. ❞ ❝ I’ve got so much left to prove. ❞ ❝ They’re so good at making friends. ❞ ❝ Somewhere, someone’s got it worse. Wish that made it easier. ❞ ❝ I know I’m not there mentally but you could be the remedy. ❞

WAY LESS SAD:

❝ I don’t wanna hurt no more, so I set my bar real low. ❞ ❝ I’m a-okay! ❞ ❝ You say it but you just don’t mean it. ❞ ❝ I ain’t happy yet - but I’m way less sad. ❞ ❝ Living sucks, but it’s sucking just a little now. ❞ ❝ It’s stupid but it’s all I have. ❞ ❝ I’m trying too hard, but I can’t not try. ❞ ❝ I’m not dead yet so I guess I’ll be alright. ❞

CHRISTMAS IN JUNE:

❝ I owe you one, yes I do. ❞ ❝ I try so hard to be so happy. Are you happy too? ❞ ❝ You’re no longer gonna be the plan I miss. ❞ ❝ I won’t ever let you down. ❞ ❝ Can we do Christmas in June? ❞ ❝ You won’t be laughing soon. ❞ ❝ I know you try too. ❞ ❝ Now I’m sitting here thinking about what else I’ll miss.❞

#rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay starters #roleplay sentences #sentence starters #lyric prompts #music prompts #ajr prompts #ajr #music ;

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twstarchives · 4 years ago

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Ruggie Bucchi・Voice Lines

Additional Voice Lines: Gala Couture Event Card

School Uniform - R

Unlock Card “The secret to feeling good is eating! As long as you eat, everything’ll be OK!”

Groovy “My studies, huh...? This is what’s gonna put food on my table, so I’m taking them seriously.”

Home Setting “They say there’s no such thing as a free lunch, you know?”

Home Transitions “I’m busy cleaning up Leona’s room right now. What? You wanna help? Man, thanks a bunch!”

“Mages who grew up in the slums like me are pretty rare.”

“Are you sure you should be spacing out like that? Time is money, you know.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Do you need somethin’ from me? I’ll listen if you say you’ll treat me to something.”

Home Taps “My uniform? It’s a hand-me-down from Leona. It’s a little big, but I can still wear it so it’s fine.”

“I wouldn’t mind looking after Grim if you ever need me to. How does 1000 madols an hour sound?”

“You’re hungry? If you get some ingredients together, I can whip something up for you.”

“I gotta think about what I’m going to do after I graduate and start working towards that. ‘Cause life is really long.”

“Hm, what’s up? Does Leona want something——Oh, he doesn’t? You scared me for a sec...”

PE Uniform - R

Unlock Card “I’m really good at sports. At least, better than you.”

Groovy “Alright! I think I should show my cool side to the lower grades every once in a while~”

Home Setting “Getting to run around so nimbly really is the best.”

Home Transitions “Move it, move it! We’re in the middle of cleaning out the whole dorm! ‘Cause Leona never cleans this place up himself...”

“I’m considered pretty small in my dorm. But that just means I’ve got a lot of advantages in magift.”

“I’m really confident in my endurance. If I got my eyes on my prey, it’s not gonna escape me!”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Magift has a completely different feel when you see it live. Wanna come watch our practice sometime?”

Home Taps “Ahh, I’m hungry. I’m feeling like a whole pile of sugary donuts to dip in some milk.”

“I really respect Jack for how much physical strength he’s got. But he still has a selfish playing style.”

“Building up your strength is really important to survive a brutal environment.”

“Coach Vargas got angry today? Just compliment him on his muscles and that’ll put him right back in a good mood.”

“Now’s your last chance to enjoy yourself. Let’s hope you don’t lose all hope in everything when Coach Vargas goes and pushes you to your limit though. Shishishi!”

Lab Coat - SR

Unlock Card “I don’t care that much about looking professional, but I kinda like these snazzy lab coats.”

Groovy “You’re really clumsy. Here, hand that to me.”

Home Setting “Dirt would really stand out on this kind of white.”

Home Transitions “You should probably stay away from the Botanical Garden. If you irritate Leona during his naptime... Oo, it gives me chills.”

“Ahh, you’re using up so much good lab materials! Man, what a waste...”

“I love alchemy. But I tend to make lots of mistakes if I get too greedy. Hehe.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Aah? I wouldn’t be able to help you with that work even if you asked me.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “You can still eat weeds if you cook them right. Huh, you actually wanna try ‘em? ...You’ve got weird taste.”

Home Taps “Jack grows a lot of cacti in his room. Maybe they could be emergency rations.”

“I can only throw together a meal with what I’ve got to work with, but I guess it’s fine as long as Leona eats it.”

“A lot of the plants they grow in the Botanical Garden could sell for really high prices. ...I don’t mean anything by that; I’m just sayin’. Shishishi!”

“I don’t really get how Riddle just dumps in spoonfuls thinking it’s ‘the right amount’ he needs.”

“Don’t touch me when your hands reek of chemicals! You’re gonna get the smell on me!”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Want me to tell you what was covered on my tests last year? I’d even give you a special friend discount.”

Ceremony Robes - SR

Unlock Card “These robes are so fancy. They really do have the feel of this school.”

Groovy “Even I look the part when I’m wearing these, don’t I?”

Home Setting “So? These actually look pretty nice on me, huh?”

Home Transitions “You’re a student at this academy but you don’t even know the history behind it? Gathering intel should always be a priority.”

“Want a keepsake photo of you in your ceremony robes? Just 1000 madols a pic! It’s a great deal!”

“Hah, I’m tired... I can’t help feeling stiff in clothes I’m not used to. How are you doin’ in them?”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “This high-quality fabric with gold embroidering, plus these decorations... How much would they all sell for?”

Home Transition (Groovy) “The ceremony today is gonna be in the Mirror Chamber. Shishishi! You look nervous. It’s cute; it’s fitting for a first-year.”

Home Taps “I’m not rich, but I’ll always like this better than being a spoiled brat who doesn’t have a problem in the world.”

“The chance of Leona coming to a ceremony is... about 50/50. But he’ll still come to the entrance and graduation ones.”

“The Headmaster takes really good care of the apple trees that grow on campus. Those apples all look so good.”

“Mages were pretty rare where I grew up. I bet they’d all wanna see what I look like now.”

“You don’t need to rush; we’ve got plenty of time before the ceremony. You’re so impatient.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Your makeup’s all smudged. Alright, guess I’ll fix it for you. ...It’s fine, I’ve done this as a job before.”

Dorm Uniform - SSR

Unlock Card “Who stepped into my territory?”

“Oh, wow, what a cute little kitten. Did you come here to be our prey? Shishishi!”

Groovy “I could tell you how to survive at this school if you want.”

Home Setting “I feel like somethin’ fun’s gonna happen today.”

Home Transitions “The deserted feel of the Ramshackle Dorm is kinda nice, but... Savanaclaw is still my favorite.”

“The dorm uniforms really are so easy to move in. They’re not too fancy either; it’s perfect for me.”

“We’re about to have a dorm meeting right now. What, you wanna come check it out? I mean, Leona’s kind of... It depends on how you ask him.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “I’m heading to the cafeteria with Leona. Wanna come too? Having more people to run errands saves me some.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Sure, I came to this school without a madol in my pocket... but you can always find a way to handle anything as long as you’re alive!”

Home Taps “The strong and the smart are the ones who rise to power in Savanaclaw. I like how it’s an obvious system.”

“This necklace is supposed to represent different parts of nature. Red for the sun, blue for the sky, green for the land... It reminds me of my hometown.”

“It’s important to not let your guard down in the savannah. If you’re not careful... bam! You get killed.”

“Leona works me hard, but I’m always paid the appropriate amount. It’s a give-and-take.”

“You’re really just like a puppy with how playful you are.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “There’s still so much you could do even if you can’t use magic. Want me to give you a lecture on them?”

Duo Magic Ruggie: “Use your head, Jack!” Jack: “Right! Ruggie!”

Birthday Celebration Outfit - SSR

This card was only obtainable during Ruggie’s birthday event (Apr 16 - Apr 22, 2021).

Login on Birthday “Today’s my long-awaited birthday! Course that means you’ve got a present ready for me, right? ...Wait, huh? You actually do? ...Hmm, you were so straightforward, it kinda threw me off... Well, thanks! Hehe.”

Unlock Card “I’m the king today! Is the celebration all ready to go?”

“There’s really no one worth giving presents to as much as me. I’ll be happy with anything I get!”

Groovy “Thanks for celebrating! Can I expect another fancy party next year?”

Home Setting “I’m going to make it loud and clear I’m the star today.”

Home Transitions “Jack was so annoying telling me ‘The birthday boy needs to just kick back and relax!’ It was hard shaking him off.”

“Cake tastes so good and sweet~ But as long as it keeps me filled, I don’t really have anything else to say about it.”

“I can’t believe Silver was so quick to buy me that premium pudding when I asked him for it... I’ll go crying to him next time I’m short on food money.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “The birthday parties at this school are the best! I mean, there’s so much fancy food! I’m going to stuff myself like mad.”

Home Taps “The neighborhood kids always come to visit on my birthday. ...No, not to celebrate; they’re after the food.”

“Jade gave me a high-quality towel that’s so soft to touch... I might change my mind about being okay using it.”

“Lucius showed me somewhere where lots of dandelions grow. He’s a thoughtful cat!”

“This donut pin looks so yummy. But I wish they would’ve gotten some actual ones ready.”

“Hey, I know you just pulled my tail! You’re wrong if you think I’m going to allow that just ‘cause it’s my birthday.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Some people don’t like getting older, but I’m happy about it. Don’t take your birthdays for granted.”

Duo Magic Ruggie: “Sebek, let's hear ya shout it out!” Sebek: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RUGGIE!!!”

Tutorial “Delays never bring you anything good. Let’s go.”

Lv Up “Shishishi! This is good.”

“You’re kinda weird, trying to take care of me.”

“I think I’ve gotten stronger!”

Max Lv Up “I feel like I could do anything now. Trying hard every once in a while actually might not be that bad. Hehe.”

Episode Lv Up “You really are such a softie. You might get scammed someday, you know? Well, come talk to me if that happens and I might help you out.”

Magic Lv Up “I always thought my magic would stay sucky my whole life, but... it’s kinda turned out.”

Limit Break “I think my progress is still far from over. Guess I gotta stay around you a little while longer.”

Groovy “See? The skilled ones always survive in this world. You’ve got nothing to lose being around me.”

Select Lesson “There aren’t classes on haggling or anything? This place really is a prestigious mage-training school.”

“You don’t have to get so stressed about it. You take things so seriously.”

“Which one are you gonna do? If it were me I’d pick one that’d be useful for survival.”

Lesson Start “Alright, studytime, studytime!”

Lesson End “Hah... I gotta stay caught up.”

Battle Start “This is my territory!”

Battle End “Looks like I got myself some mouth-watering prey.”

Other

Profile Quote “This world is a survival of the fittest. If you don’t eat when you can, you’re not gonna survive.”

January 2020 Trailer “Even a hyena can become king at this school.”

Countdown Poster “You’ve got some nerve stepping into our territory. Shishishi!”

Login Bonus Greeting “Oh, you made some money! Shishishi! Getting this just by coming to school everyday really is the best, huh? Make sure you don’t forget to come tomorrow either.”

Player Birthday Wish “You’re eating good food, getting all these presents, and everyone’s being so nice to you today. So you don’t really need me to send you birthday wishes on top of that, right? Kidding. Shishishi! I swear! Happy birthday!”

#twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #voice lines

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years ago

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A darling shared by Shoto, Izuku and Bakugo, but one day Izuku is incapacitated and in the hospital. The other two take this opportunity to be with their darling because Deku is the clingiest and they never have the strength to ask him to make room... Major cuddles and maybe they're still in U.A.? Perhaps there was another villain attack and the darling kicked ass, and the others are just like "see that was a one time thing because we were caught off guard, you're lucky you didn't get hurt"

They’re so soft… For clarification, Izuku’s in the hospital after him and their Darling were caught in a villain-attack. They’re all Pro-Hereos, at this point, so… yeah, have some soft boys.

TW: Emotional Manipulation and Implied Controlling-Behavior.

“How many bones do you think the dumbass broke this time?”

Katsuki’s voice was quiet, the question more for himself than for Shoto or yourself. But, you both already knew who he was talking about. Izuku was at the hospital over-night, everything that could possibly be casted covered with gauze and splinted until the following morning. You’d already been to visit him, but after realizing how cuddly Izuku could be when he was on more pain-killers than a hardened athlete, you’d retreated back into the safety of Katsuki’s apartment, and into its owner’s equally clingy arms. He didn’t try to smell your hair, though, which you appreciated.

“A lot,” Shoto answered, never glancing up from the book in his hands. While you laid on the blonde’s chest, Shoto’d merely propped himself against your back, free arm casually resting on your thighs. You never thought either would be a fan of the touchier parts of a relationship, but judging from the soft growls of protest and sharp glares trying to move had earned, you’d spoken much too quickly. “Like… eleven, probably.”

“There are two-hundred and six bones in the human body,” You mumbled, if only out of habit. “The nurses said at least one-fifteenth of them were fractured.”

Shoto blinked. “He might’ve even broken twelve.”

Katsuki snorted, and you fought the urge to giggle, Shoto sending both of you a weird look over his shoulder. You took the opportunity to sit up, the taller boy draping himself over your shoulder as you straddled Katsuki’s chest, who didn’t seem to have a problem with the new arrangement. “Which is why all of you should be thankful I was there. Midoriya would’ve just kept fighting if I hadn’t been there to actually restrain the attacker. I only got a little bruised up, too! We have to go out, after he’s better.” Shoto let out a disgruntled noise, somewhere between a purr and a whimper, but you only ignored him. “I think I’ve earned a real date-night, this time.”

You’d expected refusals, hesitant agreements, some sort of acknowledgment, but neither spoke, simply looking past you, seeming to hold a discussion with their eyes. You were used to dealing with their special brand of communication, the way they seemed to talk with only a series of shrugs and scowls, but that didn’t make you any less frustrated when Shoto opened his mouth. “I… we don’t think that’s for the best, angel.”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him all he’d have to do was put on his good suit while you and Izuku danced, but Katsuki beat you to it, speaking over you despite the absence of another voice. “Listen, what Low-Budget-Zuko is trying to say is… we just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to do things so thoughtlessly, anymore. I mean, you were just walking home, weren’t you? It wasn’t a patrol or anything.” Reflexively, you nodded. You and Izuku had similar schedules that day, so you decided to walk home together when someone attacked the two of you. It was a simple as that, just random, petty violence. Violence that no one could’ve prevented. “See? You didn’t think, and something bad happened. Something that could’ve gotten you fucking hurt.”

You shook your head, smiling nervously, a gesture neither of your companions returned. “No, that’s… what do you mean?” The assumption died in your throat, every possibility that crossed your mind too controlling to be what they really meant. With an awkard laugh, you forced yourself to continue, straightening your back a little more, trying to distance yourself from Katsuki. “Are you trying to say I’m not allowed to go outside?”

“It’s a possibility,” mused Shoto, playing with the collar of your shirt. “We haven’t come to any firm solutions, yet, but we don’t want you working, anymore. It just too risky, what if something happens? The city’ll be fine with one less Hero, especially with the three of us picking up the slack.” You flinched away when cold fingertips pushed into the nape of your neck, but Shoto only moved closer, nuzzling his cheek against your back. “Everything’ll be fine, especially if all of us can agree that this is the right decision.”

Now, you couldn’t help but draw back. You were more surprised than you were afraid, too… shocked by what they were saying to register the levity of the situation. With another breathy, forced chuckle, you tried to move away, but Katsuki only looped his arms around your waist, pulling you a little too forcibly against his chest, Shoto swiftly spreading himself out over your back, his weight stopping you from trying to get up again. Still, you pushed at Katsuki’s chest, your hope that they were making some terrible joke dying with every passing second. “No, no, you can’t make me stay here. I don’t want to quit… and what if Midoriya doesn’t want to do something so crazy? He couldn’t be alright with this.”

As soon as you stopped talking, Katsuki laughed, kissing the top of your head before he responded. “Who do you think came up with this? The fucker’s been begging us to lock you up for weeks, he’ll be more excited than anyone, when we tell him. Got real creepy about it, too. We had to stop him from ordering a collar or any of that ‘pet-play’ bullshit.”

Again, you tried to get away from them, to say something that would make them understand that none of this was normal, but Shoto only pushed himself against you, Katsuki silencing you with another sharp, strong tug. It was uncomfortable, bordering on painful, but any words that could’ve made it out of your lips were drowned out by Shoto’s content hums and Katsuki’s oppressing warmth. Hell, Izuku wasn’t even in the room, but you could feel those eyes boring into you, that smile you’d never gotten used to biting away at your confidence.

Luckily, Shoto brought you out of your thoughts, pecking at the crook of your neck between words. “You’ll come around to it,” He reassured, his voice happier than you’d ever heard it. “We’ll help you, and eventually, you won’t even remember you were ever a Hero.”

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illfoandillfie · 5 years ago

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Countdown To Christmas

Pairing: Lucy Boynton x Reader x Gwilym Lee

Summery: When Gwilym reveals he has no plans for Christmas Day, you and Lucy invite him to spend it with you.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Christmas themed girlfriend fluff, orgasm denial/edging, threesome (obv.), dom/sub/dom dynamic, oral sex (m and f receiving), spanking, sex toys - vibrator and strap-on, a teeny tiny bit of cumplay

Words: 9020 (jesus)

A/N: This is my secret santa gift for @laedymoon for @dtfrogertaylor ‘s Thank God It’s Christmas event! El, I got very excited when I found out I was going to be writing for you! You are my tumblr daughter/wife and I love you so much. I had a lot of fun writing this (I really don’t write either Gwil or Lucy enough) and I really hope you enjoy it!!

Taglist: @laedymoon @dtfrogertaylor @ezmina98 @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @supersonicfreddie

THREE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Normally you didn’t leave gift buying so late but this year things just seemed to have slipped away from you. To be fair, a lot of the big things you’d already bought. Your parents were taken care of, and Lucy. And besides, you didn’t really mind heading into the city so close to Christmas. It made you feel festive, especially as the sun faded and the strings of lights decorating each street and shopfront came to life. Aside from the crowds of people hurrying to finish their shopping, it was quite lovely. Light snowfall, a line of kids waiting to get their photo taken with Father Christmas, a choir huddled together singing carols. It just made you more excited for the actual day. You shook your head and squeezed Lucy’s hand as you tried to remind yourself that you weren’t there for the festive ambience, you had things to do.

Together you and Lucy entered Harrods, heading straight for their Christmas display. You were mostly looking for smaller items, fun and maybe a little gimmicky, for the friends you were likely to see over the holiday season and your neighbours, a thank you for collecting your mail while you and Lucy had been away earlier in the year. “D’you think Pam and Harry would like a cookbook?” you asked Lucy as you browsed one of the tables of “Gifts For Her” the store had laid out. “I don’t think they’re that big into cooking. What about this cocktail set? See it’s got a shaker and a couple of flavours,” “Isn’t Harry a teetotaller?” “Oh, shit you’re right, okay forget that. Maybe a puzzle?” Lucy laughed as she pulled the suggestion out of thin air, giving you a look that plainly said Lord I don’t know. You were about to suggest searching in a different part of the store, hoping something would leap out at you as the perfect gift, when a voice caught your attention. “Lucy? Y/N?” “Gwil!” Lucy smiled as the tall, bearded man came over, “Fancy running into you here.” “Finishing your shopping?” “Yeah” you said, “thankfully almost done. What about you?” “I’ve been given a slight reprieve this year. Not doing the whole big family thing we had planned.” “Oh no, what happened?” “Oh it’s not that bad Luce. My parents decided they wanted to spend the holidays somewhere warmer so they’re on a cruise in the pacific right now. And then my brother’s family have all come down with some sort of cold or flu or something, so we’ve all decided to save our festivities until new year's. It’s great though, means I haven’t had to rush buying presents or anything, only looking for something for my niece and nephew now.” “So you’ll be alone on Christmas? Why don’t you come over to ours instead?” “I couldn’t intrude like that,” “Don’t be daft, not intruding if we invited you,” Lucy laughed, “Seriously, it’s just going to be me and Y/N all day. We’re going to my parents for Boxing Day lunch but other than that it’s just the two of us and we’ve already bought more food than we could possibly get through on our own.” “You really don’t mind?” “Of course not Gwil! You’re practically family anyway. We’d have invited Ben too but Y/N spoke to him last week and he’s already got plans.” “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm, I’ll be there.”

You chatted to Gwilym for a little longer before he left you to wander around in search of suitable presents once more. Both you and Lucy agreed you should get him something too, although, distracted by other people’s gifts and a little worn out from having to navigate the crowds, it ended up slipping your mind. It wasn’t until you were at home, sitting on your living room floor wrapping your haul that you realised. “Hey what happened to that book about the Welsh rugby team? The one we were going to give Gwil?” you asked as you finished writing on the gift tag of the present you’d just wrapped. “I thought we decided he’d already read it and left it behind.” You looked over at the small Christmas shrine you’d created. With only the two of you, and your house being more cosy than spacious, you’d decided not to worry about the whole big tree thing. Instead you’d bought a kitschy fiber-optic tree that was small enough to sit on a little table and surrounded it with tinsel, a few cards you’d received and a candle that smelt like Christmas pudding. There was enough space under the table to stack the few presents you’d be opening come Christmas morning. Each of you had two to open, something naughty and something nice, a decision you’d made as soon as you realised you’d not be seeing anyone else all day. “We have to get him something.” “Okay but I’m not going back into the city two days out from Christmas. It’ll be mad and everything’ll be sold out.” “Well what do you suggest then Luce?” She furrowed her brow as she thought for a moment and then she looked at you. “I know that look Lucy, whatever your idea is it’s dangerous.” “Not dangerous. Risky maybe.” “Spit it out then,” “What if we gave him a threesome?” You laughed but stopped when you realised she wasn’t, “Bullshit, you’re not serious are you?” “Well I’m sure he’d like it. Isn’t it every guy’s dream to have a threesome with two girls?” “I wasn’t saying he wouldn’t like it. Just didn’t expect that to be your first idea. You really thought threesome before you thought of the weird little shop up the road?” “That shop wouldn’t have anything Gwil liked, it’s all incense and crystals and hippie stuff. And you have to admit it’s a hot idea. He’s hot. Can’t say I haven’t thought about it before and I know you have too.” “Okay true I have.” “Good, so we’re doing it?” You considered for a moment, “Fuck it why not. It would be the best type of present since it’ll be as fun for us as it is for him. So then how to we give it to him? Like just blurt it out when he arrives or, a piece of paper that says redeem for one free threesome or something?” you laughed and shook your head at the slightly ridiculous turn the conversation had taken. “What about a little coupon book? Then we can give him some other things too in case he doesn’t actually want a threesome. Wait here,” Lucy pushed herself to her feet and ran off down the hall. You listened, bemused, as she opened and closed cupboards, rifling through them and pulling various things free, only returning when her arms were full. She dropped back to the floor next to you and laid everything out. Scissors, a stapler, a stack of paper, coloured pens. “Love, your artsy farsty, you wanna design a cover for the coupons? And then maybe write some things out in nice lettering?” Lucy pushed the pens towards you with her toes as she began mocking up a template to use as a size reference. You plugged your phone into some speakers and shuffled your Christmas playlist, both of you singing along as you set to work creating Gwilym’s present. By the time you were done you had a very cute little book of coupons, suitably decorated with festive colours and a little bit of glitter you’d remembered you had. Inside were ten coupons ranging from One Free Hug to One Free Threesome. You stood up and stretched as Lucy wrapped it and added it to the pile under your little tree.

TWO DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Lucy had splodges of batter over her shirt, a mishap with the electric mixer, and flour smudged across her nose and cheek, entirely your doing. She’d got you back, a smear of brown sugar over your forehead though you rubbed it in and thanked her for the exfoliant. Her attempts to act unimpressed, making a big show of rolling her eyes and telling you to get back to work, were admirable but the giggle gave her away. The kitchen itself wasn’t faring much better, splatters of butter and flour and sugar littering the bench and a few spots of the batter that covered Lucy’s shirt also decorating the walls. It was a shame really since you’d spent most of the day cleaning, intending on having the place spotless for when Gwilym arrived. “Is it meant to be that sticky?” Lucy asked over the Christmas playlist you’d once again put on, trying to compare the recipe on her phone to the concoction currently sitting in a blob on the bench, “I thought it was supposed to be firmer?” “Maybe it’ll fix itself as you knead it,” you shrugged, “just put down some extra flour.” “Maybe Gwil will bring some store bought gingerbread with him and save us from ourselves,” “It’s not that bad, look,” you grabbed an extra handful of flour, scattering it over the dough and bench, coating your palms in the remnants. Lucy took a step back, “those come no where near me Y/N, I swear,” You held your white palms up to her innocently before taking to the dough, pushing and pulling it until it began to form a smooth ball which you placed on the beeswax wrap Lucy laid out, “see, nothing to worry about.” “S’pose we’ll find out for sure in half an hour when we roll it out.” She took the wrapped up dough from your hand and placed it in the fridge, “Siri, set a timer for thirty minutes.” While her back was turned you began tidying up the sack of dirty dishes, collecting a little of the mixture that still clung to the edge of the bowl on your thumb, “You don’t have to wait that long,” “Wasn't it half an hour? I’m sure that’s what the recipe said.” As Lucy turned eyes on her phone, trying to find the right part of the recipe, you caught her, sliding your thumb across her bottom lip and spreading the sticky batter there. She looked shocked for a minute before her tongue darted out to taste it, “okay, that’s really good,” a grin spread out across her face as she took a step towards you, and then another, and another, backing you up against the bench. One of her hands fell to your waist as the other cupped your cheek and she brought her lips to yours. You hummed, sucking some of the sweet spiced mixture off her lip. “What do you think?” “Yeah we nailed it,” “Mmhmm, good,” Lucy reached behind you, running her finger along the side of the bowl, collecting more of the leftovers. Slowly she slipped the finger between your lips, biting her own as she watched you suck it clean.

By the time the alarm went off Lucy was sitting on the clean part of the bench, your hands resting on her thighs as you made out. The rude beeping blasted through the jazzy rendition of White Christmas, and your moment, making you spring apart in surprise. Lucy, face flushed and demeanour flustered, giggled as she reached to turn off the alarm, “effective way of killing time,” “Could keep killing time, perhaps in the bedroom,” you trailed your finger over her thigh as you spoke. “But the dough’s ready, we can roll it out now.” “The dough will still be there in a couple of hours.” Lucy raised an eyebrow. “An hour? Half an hour? Fifteen minutes?” “C’mon,” she slipped off the bench, “grab the cutters, would you?” “Not even fifteen minutes?” you waited but Lucy didn’t say anything, “Fine, s’pose baking is almost as fun,” You turned to dig around in the draw for the cutters Lucy had bought. You managed to find them as Lucy lay out more flour and picked up the rolling pin, two cutters shaped like men, one like a Christmas tree and one like a heart. Together you pressed them out and lay them out on the baking trays, occasionally sneaking bits of the raw dough into your mouths. “They look really good,” Lucy said as she placed the last one on the tray. “They’ll look even better when they’re cooked,” “Ha ha ha. Just for that you can stick them in the oven and keep an eye on them while I go have a shower.” “Sure you wouldn’t rather I join you?” you traced your fingers lightly along her shoulder, hooking them under the strap of her bra. Without warning you pulled the strap away from her and let it go, making her squeal as it snapped back against her skin. “You’re a shocker, Y/N.” “You’re the one who put her fingers in my mouth so really I think this is on you.” “Just don’t let them burn.”

For a few minutes you stayed in the kitchen, scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking a few friends' posts about their own holiday activities, as you absentmindedly hummed along to the music. But that got old fast. Figuring you’d smell the biscuits burning if anything went wrong you left the timer ticking in the kitchen and headed out to the lounge room. The Christmas shrine caught your eye. Surely it wouldn’t matter if you had a little peek. Not even a peek, just a rattle. Just to see if you could guess what Lucy had got you. It wasn’t like you were going to unwrap it early, just play a little guessing game with yourself. You tiptoed a few steps closer to the bathroom door, listening to make sure the water was still running and then, having decided the coast was clear, you scurried back towards the tree. Carefully picking up the smaller of the two gifts baring your name, you examined the tag. A red dot. The naughty present. It was in a box, that much you could tell, but it didn’t help you narrow it down much. The size of the box didn’t really give anything away either. It was just an average sized box that could hold any number of naughty items. You gave it an experimental shake. And then, when you didn’t hear anything move, another shake, harder than the first. Still nothing. Perhaps that meant it was made from a soft material, or perhaps Lucy knew you’d try to figure out what she got you and intentionally packaged it so as to limit its movement. Either way, there were too many possibilities for you to work out what it was, so you put it back and reached for the nice present. “And what are you doing?” Lucy’s voice startled you. “Just rearranging, making sure the pile was steady.” “Sure, that’s believable.” “Oh come on Luce,” you turned around on your knees, “not like I was doing anything bad,” “Trying to work out what I got you for Christmas isn’t bad?” “No, it’s not. I’d say it’s perfectly reasonable.” “Well I’d say it’s impatient. Little bit bratty,” You bit your lip, your breath hitching with the word. You knew what bratty meant. “But you’ve been a little impatient all day haven’t you. Wanting to get me into bed before we finished baking. So maybe you need to learn how to wait. And you can start by waiting for me on the bed. No clothes and no touching.” You made to stand up but Lucy just tutted at you. “Didn’t say you could walk, you know how much I like looking at your bum.” With an eyeroll you dropped back to your knees and began crawling towards the bedroom door.

Lucy made you wait for fifteen whole minutes before she followed you into the bedroom. “Luce, what the hell took you so long?” you asked, leaning against the headboard. It had taken every ounce of self-control you had to not touch yourself and you were already feeling antsy, ready for more. “Had to pull the biscuits out since you decided to misbehave before they were done,” she crossed the room, heading towards your cupboard and dug around inside for a moment. When she turned around she held a vibrator in her hand, “And you’re learning a lesson about patience, lucky I didn’t make you wait even longer.” You groaned, suspecting where things were headed. Lucy just chuckled as she moved towards the bed, dropping the vibrator onto the sheets as she kneeled beside you and pushed your legs open. Slowly she ran a finger through your folds, “Already wet for me. Good girl. You ready?” “Yes,” your voice sounded airier than normal, even to your own ears. With one hand she tugged on your hair, making you tilt your head back so she could capture your lips, continuing the kisses from earlier. Her other hand remained between your legs, fingers dragging through the slick and spreading it over and around your clit. You whined at the contact, hoping that if you sounded enticing enough Lucy might forget her plans to punish you. It didn’t work. Her fingers pressed against you firmly, drawing you closer and closer to the edge, leaving you panting against her lips, and whining when she pulled her hand away. “Patience, my love.” “You’ve got that look again. I’m not going to get off tonight, am I?” “Clever girl. Don’t think you’ll be getting off before Christmas Day.” “Lucy,” you whined, but she just laughed, leaning back to remove her own shirt. “Weren’t you wearing a bra before? Distinctly remember snapping the shoulder strap.” “Couldn’t be bothered after the shower. Figured you were going to take it off anyway but then of course I found you being so naughty,” Once more her fingers found your clit, “and my plans changed.” You could feel the familiar tingle creeping up, your hips shifting automatically in an attempt to find more friction. Christmas Day suddenly seemed an age away and you weren’t sure you could wait that long. Perhaps if you distracted Lucy enough, she wouldn’t realise how close you were getting, and you’d be able to steal an orgasm. Licking your lips, you directed your attention to her chest, dragging your tongue along one of her breasts before sucking her nipple into your mouth. Her fingers faltered for a split second and her breath hitched but she didn’t stop. Christmas music floated from the kitchen where it was still playing, but neither of you were in any frame of mind to think about changing the playlist. The sound was punctured by your muffled moan as Lucy pulled you towards the edge, followed by a soft squeak from Lucy herself, as you reach up to tweak one nipple, and drew circles with your tongue round the other. For a moment you thought your plan had worked, that Lucy was distracted enough, but then she pulled her hand away, making you whine and release her breast. “Awww, baby thought she’d get what she wanted?” Lucy mocked, taking your chin in hand. “Maybe,” “Baby was wrong,” she let go of your chin, tapping your cheek twice, “Think we’ll do one more for now.” Before you could say anything in return Lucy had picked up the vibrator and pressed it to your clit. You hissed as she turned it on low, your clit on the verge of being sensitive. It took less time for you to reach the edge again, a combination of the vibrator’s stimulation and how much you’d already endured. She waited until the last possible moment before she pulled the vibrator away, leaving you panting the word please as you tried to grind against thin air. “You’re done, for the moment at least. Might give you a few more before I let you go to sleep,” as she spoke Lucy stood and kicked off her pants and underwear, “But now it’s my turn. Here, hold this.” You took the vibrator from her, tempted to quickly use it on yourself, consequences be damned. Instead you waited. “Oh, good girl. You’re learning,” “Does that get me a reward?” Lucy laughed, “Bold. But yes, alright. It’s not the reward you want though, just a kiss,” she tapped your leg, indicating you should close them, and straddled your waist. You let her pull your arm into position, so the vibrator pressed against her pussy, and turned it on. She hummed as it came to life and brought her lips to yours. Each moan and whine she made was swallowed by you, the kiss only getting deeper and sloppier as she rocked her hips against the buzzing machine. It was close enough to your own skin that you could feel it’s pulsing, but nowhere near close enough to give you any real pleasure. Instead you had to be content with Lucy’s fingernails digging into your shoulder, her teeth scraping over your lip, her legs beginning to tremble as she hovered over you. Her lips parted from yours as she repeated the word yes over and over, her breaths gasped in between, culminating in a long moan as she hit her climax, shuddering through it. “Oh god,” she whined, grabbing your wrist to push the vibrator away. You turned it off as her head fell to your shoulder, still panting as she came down from her high. “You sure you don’t want to watch me cum like that?” “Positive,” she giggled into your shoulder. “Damn.” “Come on, we should get up, gotta finish tidying the kitchen and then I think it’s cheesy Christmas movie time.”

ONE DAY UNTIL CHRISTMAS

You weren’t entirely sure if the morning started off good or bad. On one hand, you woke up with Lucy’s fingers sliding through your slick folds. On the other, she edged you twice, resolutely sticking to her plan to keep you denied until Christmas. You considered that morning to be when she broke you. Of course, you’d played with denial before but for the most part it only lasted however long it took for Lucy to cum two or three times and then she’d take pity on you. The most you’d done was one day and that wasn’t even by design, just an accident while you’d been staying with your parents for a weekend. So the previous evening it had all seemed like a game, a joke even. Surely she was stringing you along. You’d not worried if you came across as bratty, confident that by the time you were hoping into bed she’d give in. Now though, after she’d sent you to sleep with another edge and then woken you up with two more…perhaps she was serious. You were rapidly losing confidence that it would end on Christmas Day, half convinced she was having too much fun to actually let you cum ever again. The idea that she was going to keep you wet and desperate for days rather than hours was scary and overwhelmingly erotic. Knowing that no matter how many times you asked, no matter if you got down on your knees and begged for it, she wasn’t going to give in, only made the need grow. When she was satisfied with the way you whined please she lay down and spread her own legs, telling you it was time you repaid her generosity. “Could have edged you more, kept going until you were so sensitive you were begging me to stop. But I didn’t. So how about you show me some gratitude,” Perhaps it was because a part of you hoped good behaviour would earn you a shorter punishment, or perhaps you just wanted something to take your mind off the way your clit was throbbing, but either way you were laying between her legs within seconds, without so much as a muttered comment about unfairness.

Despite the uncertain beginnings, Christmas Eve went well. The morning was spent decorating the gingerbread you’d made the previous day, a process just as sticky as the actual biscuit dough had been, especially since there was a small mishap with the red food colouring that left a stain on the benchtop. But eventually you had a decent selection of coloured icings set out in piping bags as well as decorative sprinkles and the like. You and Lucy let your artistic sides take over as you gave the gingerbread men faces and buttons and sometimes hats or scarves. Silver and gold balls adorned the trees like little baubles and Lucy used the sprinkles on a few of the hearts to spell out yours, Gwilym’s and her own initials. When you were done you carefully packed most of them away into a Tupperware box to keep them safe, though you picked out a few of the funnier looking ones to snack on while you watched another cheesy movie.

Halfway through the movie the phone rang. “I’ll get it,” you said, pushing yourself off the couch. Lucy’s hand had been wandering higher and higher up your thigh for the last few minutes and you had already begun to feel the heat in your cheeks rising. The phone call was a good excuse to calm down a little before she could have you begging again. “Hello?” you said into the receiver. “Y/N? Hi, it’s Gwilym.” “Oh! Gwil, hi! You’re not calling to cancel tomorrow are you?” you turned to lean against the wall as you spoke, watching Lucy as she watched you. “No, no, the opposite actually. Wanted to make sure you’re still okay to have me,” You held back a giggle at the unintentional double entendre although you gave Lucy a look, pumping your eyebrows, “of course we’re okay to have you,” “Excellent, really looking forward to it,” “So are we. It’s going to be fun,” Lucy laughed, and you had to cover the receiver so Gwilym wouldn’t hear you struggling not to join her. “I should have asked this when I saw you the other day but do you want me to bring anything?” “Oh um, I think we’re all good for lunch. We’ve got turkey and a few different sides. Plus a Christmas Pudding and we’ve just finished decorating some gingerbread biscuits. If you want you could bring another bottle of wine or two, or maybe some mince pies, but if you can’t be bothered don’t worry about it.” “Wine and pies, think I can handle that.” “Seriously, only if it’s no trouble. We’ve probably got way too much food and drink as is and you will definitely be leaving with some leftovers.” “What’s Christmas without plenty of leftovers? I’ll be happy to take as much as you want to part with, anything if it means I don’t have to cook or go grocery shopping for a few more days.” You did laugh at that. “Anyway, I should let you get back to whatever you were doing,” “Watching Christmas movies,” “I caught Love Actually on TV Last night, still holds up.” “So did we! Absolute classic,” Gwilym’s laugh crackled through the receiver, “Definitely a classic. Oh! Almost forgot, what time do you want me there?” “How about elevenish? Should give us time for a pre-lunch drink.” “Sounds great. Thanks again for inviting me, I’ll see you tomorrow,” “It’s our pleasure! See you then,” you hung up the phone and turned back to the couch, “Gwil just wanted to know if he should bring anything.” “Yeah I gathered,” You dropped back into your seat and Lucy’s hand went straight back to where it had been before you answered the phone, as if there was a magnet pulling her towards your thigh.

By the time the credits were rolling you’d lost track of which movie you’d been watching, too preoccupied with how badly you wanted to cum. “Please Lucy, please.” “Stop asking, it’s not going to happen.” “Can you at least fuck me properly? Keep edging me, I’ll be good and I won’t complain, but I need you to do more than rub my clit, please.” “You want me to finger you hard and fast? Or maybe you want to be fucked with my stap? Wanna feel me deep in your pretty little pussy? “Yes, please,” “You’re really desperate, aren’t you?” she sounded almost surprised by the turn of events. All you could do was nod your agreement, “C’mon Luce, please? You’ll have so much fun and I promise I’ll behave,” Lucy giggled, “I’m already having fun just knowing what a whiny little slut you’ve turned into. And as much as I’d enjoy fucking you, I’m not going to. I want Gwil to see how pathetic you are right now. Besides, you’re way too close and I don’t want to risk you going over.” You whined and let your head hit the back of the couch as Lucy laughed.

CHRISTMAS DAY

You woke before Lucy did, grogginess gone the second you realised what day it was. A glance at the clock told you it was just after 9.00. Carefully you slipped out of bed, pausing when Lucy made a snuffling sound, holding your breath as she snuggled deeper into the warm covers. Careful to skip the squeaky floorboard outside your bedroom door, you tiptoed from the room, thankful you’d had the foresight to slip a pair of socks on as you changed into your pyjamas the night before. As quietly as you could you made your way to the kitchen where the speaker was still set up and grabbed it. Then, just as quietly, you made your way back to the bedroom. With one eye on Lucy’s peaceful figure you set the speaker down and turned the volume up high. You were ready to run the second you hit play on the Christmas playlist, an entirely too loud rendition of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer suddenly filling the room. Lucy damn near screamed in shock, yelling your name as she sprang out of bed and chased you from the room. “Y/N you bitch! I’m so going to get you for that!” You were cackling as she chased you through the house into the living room, stopping with your arms outstretched when you ran out of escape routes. “Wait wait wait,” you said hurridly, almost needing to yell to be heard over the music. “Better say something good or I’m going to have to end you,” “I love you?” Lucy lunged forward and you took a step back, hitting the arm of the couch. On most days you would have been able to duck under her arms and continue running through the house but not today. Today your knees gave way as they hit the arm sending you toppling backwards onto the cushions. Before you could even think to roll off the couch Lucy took the opportunity the universe presented her with and climbed onto your lap, effectively pinning you down. You squealed as she began tickling you. “Luce, god stop, I’m gonna pee my pants,” “You deserve it! That was so mean!” “Bu- ah! - But I’ll ruin the couch,” She stopped suddenly, “Fair point,” You were still panting as you grinned up at her, “Merry Christmas, by the way,” “Merry Christmas,” She said, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “You gonna let me up?” “Okay but you have to make tea,” “Sure, as long as I can go pee first. I was not joking about that.”

You were just bringing the tea out of the kitchen when Lucy, having turned down the music and brought the speakers out to the living room, called out to you from where she sat on the floor, “Hey, we should open our naughty presents before Gwil gets here,” “Ooo yes, definitely. Here, take this,” you handed her mug down to her, followed by your own mug, “you want some gingerbread?” “A heart please,” “So picky,” you shook your head but collected the requested biscuit anyway. When you returned and took your own seat Lucy handed you the box you’d examined two days previously. You pulled out the gift you’d wrapped for Lucy from the small pile and handed it over. Together you unwrapped your presents, wrapping paper flying as you tore into yours though Lucy was a little more careful. Your gift was a set of silky-smooth lingerie in Egyptian Blue. “Do you like it? I thought the colour would match your eyes,” You ran your fingers over the floaty babydoll, “It’s gorgeous, I love it,” Lucy broke out smiling as she finished unwrapping her own gift, “Well this is interesting,” she began pulling items out of the hamper you’d created, “A candle. Didn’t know you were interested in wax play.” “Not what I had in mind. Mostly just a mood setting thing, but I s’pose your idea could be interesting.” “What else have we got, hot rocks, massage oil,” “Actually, it’s a massage oil slash lube that heats as you rub it in.” “So this is for a sexy massage then,” “Mmmhmm. That’s also why there’s a bullet vibrator is in there.” “Does this mean I can expect you to treat me to a massage sometime?” “Absolutely. I’d say let’s do it right now if Gwil wasn’t coming over.” “Definitely don’t want to be interrupted,” Lucy leaned over to kiss you, “Thank you, it’s lovely and I can’t wait to try some of this stuff out. Maybe I’ll keep you denied until you show me how it all works.”

When Gwilym arrived the presents were safely shut away in the cupboard in your bedroom, the turkey was cooking, and you were on your second lemon, lime and bitters. You opened the door to find him wearing a dorky Christmas sweater and carrying two bottles of wine, a box of Mr Kipling’s Mince Pies, and two packages wrapped up in paper decorated with snowflakes. “Hello hello. Merry Christmas” Gwilym kissed you on the cheek, a few flakes of snow clinging to his beard. “Merry Christmas to you too! Let me take those off you,” you took the wine and led Gwilym through the house to the kitchen, “Can I get you a drink? We’ve got all sorts, bitters, gin, whisky, a bit of champers, some mulled wine going on the stove,” “I’ll start with some of the wine if that’s alright,” “Work your way up to the strong stuff?” “Precisely. Lucy, Merry Christmas,” “And to you Gwil,” she said as he dropped a kiss to her cheek too. “Where can I stick these?” “Presents? Gwil you didn’t have to,” “Oh hush, it’s Christmas, as if I wasn’t going to.” “Fair enough, well, I’ll take the pies, add them to the rest of our goodies. If you take the presents out to the living room, you’ll see where a couple already are. Give me a second to grab a drink and I’ll be out.”

You handed Gwilym his drink and led him out to the small tree, both of you taking a seat as you chatted. Before long Lucy joined you, drink in one hand, box of gingerbread biscuits in the other. As soon as she was seated you got stuck into the presents, torn wrapping paper and excited exclamations flying. The larger present from Lucy that you’d been caught trying to peek at turned out to be a new record player, and the one of Gwilym was a fancy notebook and fountain pen. Lucy loved the vintage hand mirror and set of blush and highlighters you got her, almost spilling your drink as she tackled you with a grateful kiss when she realised it was the mirror she’d seen in an antique store and regretted not buying. She’d gone back for it a week later and found it had been sold. “God I am so glad you finally know!” you laughed as she sat back down and examined it, “You kept going on about it but I’d already bought it and hidden it and I had to stop myself from laughing or spilling the secret every time you brought it up.” Gwilym bought her a book about fashion and style in the 1960s which, while it didn’t elicit quite the same response, was enough to earn him a bright smile and a tight hug. Finally, there was one present left. “That’s yours Gwil, from both of us,” Gwilym wasted no time in unwrapping it, dropping the paper to the ground as he looked at the cover, “Coupons?” “Look inside,” Your stomach felt tight with nerves and you glanced over at Lucy who was subtly shredding a scrap of wrapping paper. With a curious glance at both you and Lucy he began flicking through the pages, “One free hug, nice, a free meal. Do I have to use that to get lunch today?” “No, we’ll give you today free anyway, but you can come back and cash that in any time you like.” “Cheers,” he laughed and kept flicking though. You knew he’d reached the last page by how wide his eyes went. “Does this mean what I think it means?” “If you think it means Lucy and I are inviting you to sleep with us both then yes it does. Do you like it?” “Yes, Christ yes. Do I have to spend it today or is it like the meal one where I’m guaranteed a threesome because it’s Christmas?” “No, that one has to be cashed in I’m sorry.” “Then I’d like to cash it in now, please.” “Right now? You only have one, you sure you want to use it so soon?” Lucy asked. “Positive.” “Don’t want to save it for later tonight,” “Surely we’ll be too full and tipsy to move later,” “Good point.” “So, um,” he seemed a little unsure of how to progress, “how is this going to work?” “Just like sex normally does but there’s an extra person?” “More meant what are your limits and that sort of stuff, Luce” “Yeah I know, was pulling your leg.” She looked over at you as she spoke, “I mean, I think we’re both fine with most things. Nothing too BDSM-y or whatever but Y/N does tend to run more submissive.” You nodded, “Yeah, uh, I guess I like being told what to do, called names, stuff like that. My safeword is red just so you know, not that I think we’ll need it but, better safe than sorry.” Gwil nodded, “And,” his cheeks seemed a little more flushed than before, “this feels kinda weird to talk about but, how….uh, how involved do you want me to be?” “It’s your present Gwil, so as involved as you like.” Lucy seemed a lot more comfortable with the discussion, “ If you’d prefer to watch us that’s cool or if you wanted to fuck us both we’re into that too.” “Okay then, sounds good to me,” “Y/N, love, why don’t you go change into the thing you unwrapped this morning and wait for us in the bedroom. Got some other stuff I want to talk to Gwil about.” With a grin and a racing heart you scurried off to do just that, able to hear Gwil quietly asking what thing?

When you heard the doorknob turn you stood up, the soft material of the baby doll floating around the top of your thigh as you moved. “That’s pretty,” Gwilym said softly, stepping closer to you as Lucy followed him into the room and shut the door behind her, “suits you. Lucy’s got good taste.” “She told you she bought it for me?” “She told me a few interesting things. Like how you’re an impatient little brat who had to be put on denial to be taught a lesson.” Gone was the slightly uncomfortable Gwil from your discussion, now he was all confidence and control. It was a marked difference that made you clench your thighs together. “Oh, that,” “Yes, Gwil knows all about how I’ve been edging you for days now and how pathetically wet it’s made you. I also told him he now gets to choose if and when you cum today.” “What?” you were aghast. With Lucy you’d been maybe eighty-five percent sure she would be true to her word but with Gwil you had no idea what to expect. “That’s right. So you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” “Yes,” you nodded emphatically to show how much you meant it making both Lucy and Gwilym laugh. “I told you she was desperate.” “Desperate enough to suck my cock?” Gwilym had spoken more to Lucy than you but you dropped to your knees all the same, beyond caring how eager you appeared or how much they’d mock you for it. “Christ,” Gwilym muttered under his breath and then, addressing you, “When was the last time you sucked dick?” “Umm, depends. I’ve sucked on Lucy’s strap a couple of times but the last time I did it with a real dick was before me and Luce got together, so over a year. But I got good feedback from him.” “You okay to do it now?” “Sure. Just like riding a bike….probably.” Gwilym laughed and waved his hand in a go on motion. From the corner of your eye you saw Lucy take a seat on the end of the bed, watching. You shuffled forwards on your knees until Gwilym was in easy reach, eyes trained on his belt as you undid it and then his zip. As you pushed his pants down his long legs, he pulled his sweater off over his head. “Thank god. Not sure I could have blown you properly while I was looking at Rudolf’s googly eyes.” “Sure you could have. Because if you don’t impress me you don’t cum. How’s that for incentive?” You almost whimpered as you pushed his underwear down, eyes going wide at what you were met with. He was bigger than you’d been expecting, certainly longer than you were used to. You started slow, grasping the base of his cock, and pumping your fist over him a few times before you began kitten licking around the head as you let instinct take over. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest, and took a deep breath, exhaling in a long stream, the air wafting over Gwilym’s cock. He hummed as you wrapped your lips around him, one hand dropping to rest on top of your head as you adjusted to the feeling. You began bobbing your head, slowly taking more of him in your mouth, stroking what you couldn’t reach. “Good girl,” he said, almost breathless, “look so good on your knees, eyes up.” You shifted your gaze to his face, and hollowed your cheeks, a soft groan his response. Being able to see and hear how much he was enjoying it made you feel bolder so you took him deeper still. You gagged. A string of saliva broke and dangled from your lip as you pulled back, gasping for air. “Sorry, you’re bigger than Lucy’s.” “Don’t apologise. I’m not expecting you to deepthroat me or anything like that.” “Am I doing good?” “Better than good, Y/N,” he groaned as you dragged your tongue down his length and then back up, sinking down onto him once more, “Feel incredible. And Lucy’s having fun too. She must like seeing you being a good little cock whore because she’s touching herself right now.” You whined around him and felt his hand tighten in your hair for a second. “She looks so hot like that. Pulled the top of her dress down so she can squeeze her tits, the skirt all bunched up around her waist. That’s it, just like that.” You tried to take him deeper again, squeezing your thumb in your fist and doing everything in your power to supress your gags. “Jesus, gonna make me cum so-“ he broke off with a gasp as you fondled his balls with your free hand, “oh fuck, soon, gonna cum soon.” Lucy moaned from where she was sat on the bed, as if to prove Gwilym had been speaking the truth about her. You squeezed your thighs together as best you could, needing any friction you could get as your own moan broke free. His fingers once again tightened in your hair, his hips bucking forward slightly with the stimulation, making you gag again. “Sorry, I’m-” he moaned as you picked up the pace, bobbing faster, “god, just like that. Y-you gonna be good and swal-low for me?” “You didn’t bother responding, just squeezed his balls a little as you sucked on his tip.” “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he groaned just before he released his load into your mouth. You kept sucking, making sure to get every drop before you let him go, sitting back on your heels as you caught your breath. “Show me,” You stuck out your tongue, earning his praise when he saw it was clean.

“What should we do with her next Luce?” Gwilym asked, towering over you. “Only seems fair that you get to watch her eat me out,” “That does sound fun. Alright, slut, up on the bed.” You hurried into place, kneeling before Lucy, waiting for her to lie back and get comfortable. She pulled you into a kiss for a moment, tongue sliding along your lip and then into your mouth. Gwilym quickly stepped out of his pants which had been pooled around his ankles and pulled off his shirt, settling himself at the end of the bed behind you. “Lie down,” Lucy said softly in your ear. It wasn’t what you expected but you were too far gone to argue. When you were settled Lucy quickly shimmied out of her dress and swung her leg over you, hovering over your mouth facing Gwilym. “Show us what a good slut you are, Y/N.” Your wrapped your hands around her thighs as she lowered herself onto your mouth, dragging your tongue along her pussy before latching onto her clit. For a moment they let you be, Lucy moaning as you slid your tongue into her entrance and she rocked her hips against you, but then you felt a light touch on your hips which made you squirm. Gwilym slowly dragged your underwear down your legs. “You weren’t joking about how wet she is, were you Luce,” he said, holding your underwear up so she could see the wet patch you’d left. The next thing you felt was his hands pushing your legs open and then his beard scratching against your skin as he lowered his lips to the inside of your thighs, sucking marks that made you whine. “Don’t cum,” he warned you before his mouth finally met your throbbing core. In that moment you were suddenly glad you had Lucy to focus on, sure you wouldn’t have lasted long without the distraction. Each time Gwilym made you moan Lucy was sure to moan too, grinding herself onto you with abandon. You let go of Lucy’s thigh, moving your fingers to her core, pumping them into her as best you could. “Wait Gwil, s-stop or she’ll go over,” Lucy said, tugging on his hair to pull him away from you. He retreated, once again giving his attention to your thighs as you whined in frustration. When you’d sufficiently calmed down Lucy gave the word, and he focused back in on your cunt, adding two of his long fingers to the mix. He avoided your clit for the most part, occasionally nudging it with his nose to keep you on your toes. You could feel Lucy’s legs beginning to tremble and tightened your grip, pulling your fingers free as you focused on her clit, her moans getting louder with each passing second. Gwilym left you again, shifting onto his knees as Lucy caught his attention. You could hear him talking to her softly, encouraging her to let go. She shuddered as she came, riding it out as Gwilym held her up. Finally she climbed off you, leaving you panting and squirming, trying to get Gwilym to finish you off.

“Don’t you look so pretty like this,” he said softly, stroking himself slowly, “you ready to be fucked, pretty girl?” “Please,” “Not yet. Don’t know if you’ve done enough to earn it yet.” “You could fuck me,” Lucy said, eyes glinting mischievously. “No, please, please, I need it. I need one of you to fuck me.” Both of them laughed as you sat up, still begging. “What if I fucked Lucy and made you watch and then we went and had lunch. What if we left you like this all day?” “That’s not fair,” you whined, “please, it’s Christmas, it’s a time for giving, please give me your cocks.” “Well,” Lucy said through a laugh, “can’t deny her logic. Alright, love, up on your hands and knees. Gwil’s gonna play with you while I get set up. The second you were in place Gwilym sunk three fingers into you, “There you go you needy slut, finally getting what you want.” He pushed his fingers into you a few time before he replaced them with his cock, making you mewl and fall forward on your arms. He held your hips tight as you adjusted to him but as soon as you indicated you were alright he began fucking into you, laying a few spanks to your arse just because he could. “You’re close already aren’t you?” “Yes, fuck, so close,” you whined, the days of denial catching up with you. “Cum for me then,” he dropped his fingers to your clit, which was all you needed to finally fall over the edge, crying out as you did. “God such a tight cunt,” he panted as you clenched around him. Yet he didn’t stop. Just held you tighter as he continued to pound you roughly. Barely recovered from your first, you could already feel the beginnings of a second orgasm starting to build in your gut. You gasped as another spank landed on you, surprised by it because Gwilym’s hands hadn’t moved. Lucy chuckled at your reaction and did it again. “Give me a go, Gwil,” His thrusts slowed and then he pulled out, shuffling to the side so Lucy could kneel behind you. “Turn over, love,” she said softly, tapping your thigh. You were happy to collapse on your back, sure your legs would have given out as soon as you came again. If you came again. God you hoped they’d let you cum again. Lucy leaned over to kiss you as she lined the dildo up and sank into you. “Good girl, taking both of us so well,” You whined at the change of position, Lucy leaning down to tug at your nipple with her teeth. Suddenly she let you go, gasping as Gwilym sank into her from behind. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust and then, when he was sure she was fine, he thrust harshly into her, pushing her deeper into you. There was nothing you could do but hold your legs up and moan, able to see Gwilym, holding Lucy’s hips and grunting as he ploughed into her. The sight only turned you on more, every one of his movements hitting you through Lucy, the feeling in your stomach only getting stronger. “Can I cum?” you panted, tugging on Lucy’s hair out of a need to do something with your hands. “Ho-hold it. Fuck Gwil just like that,” You whined, watching as Lucy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. You used your grip on her hair to tilt her head, attaching your lips to her neck. “Yes, yes, yes, god don’t stop,” her eyes slipped shut. It didn’t take much more before she was moaning through her release, Gwilym grunting as he held back his own. As soon as he slipped out of her, he kneeled beside you. “Fuck her Luce.” His hand came down on her arse, jolting her into moving, “dirty slut wants to cum again.” “Please,” you whined as Lucy found her rhythm again. Gwilym snaked one hand between you and Lucy, rubbing your clit, “Cum for us Y/N,” You obeyed, thanking him through your moans. Lucy’s fingers were digging into your thighs as you rode out your orgasm, Gwil’s fingers still on your clit, until you became too sensitive and had to push him away. “Doesn’t she look so good right now Gwil?” Lucy asked as she carefully pulled out, “Leaking onto the sheets, face still covered in my cum. So fucking messy.” “Mmm, makes me wanna add to the mess.” Before you could register what he meant he was kneeling in front of your face, pulling your head up. Lucy moved behind you, holding you in place as he tapped his leaking tip onto your lips. You hummed as you were pushed down his length, Lucy controlling your pace, as you pressed your tongue to the underside of his cock, a few gags escaping, tears running down your cheeks. It didn’t take long, Gwilym’s groans getting longer as he got closer. He pushed you off him at the last moment, stroking himself until white ropes painted your tits. “Fuck you look like a such a mess,” “A hot mess though,” Lucy said, trailing her fingers through the splatters on your chest. She sucked them into her own mouth, swirling her tongue around her digits. When she was satisfied that they’d been thoroughly cleaned she leaned over you and kissed you again, a sticky white string connecting you when she pulled away. “Fuck,” Gwilym lay beside you, propping himself up on one elbow, eyes glued to your lips, the space Lucy had just inhabited, “Might be the best Christmas present I’ve ever got. Certainly the best I’m likely to get this year.” “Good,” Lucy said, standing and beginning to undo the strap around her waist, “I’m glad you liked it.” “Me too,” you smiled over at him, “It was fun.” “A lot of fun,” Lucy laughed, “Maybe we could be persuaded to give you another round later, after lunch. It is Christmas after all, and what’s Christmas if not a time to be generous?”

#my writing #lucy boynton x reader #gwilym lee x reader #lucy boynton x reader x gwilym lee #lucy boynton smut #gwilym lee smut #and my streak of writing threesomes for these events continues #this one was a lot of fun #although finding a photo of gwil and lucy together was so hard #tgic #tgic gift

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midnighttmarauder · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Sirius x reader

Summary: Reader and Sirius get into an argument because reader has been working themselves into the ground and neglecting their boyfriend.

Warnings: none

Tags: @evyiione @quokkatrash @accio-rogers

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient with me during my hiatus. I’m officially back and ready to start writing again! I hope you enjoy. I love you all 3000.

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You really wished that you had a time turner. McGonagall had shut the idea down before you’d even finished asking. You were starting to find it terribly exhausting to juggle your regular class work on top of the extra classes you had taken, your extracurriculars, and maintaining a decent social life – not to mention actually talking to your boyfriend.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Sirius asked, scooting his chair closer to you. It echoed horribly in the silent library.

“Just a second,” you muttered. He opened his mouth to say something, but you held up a finger as you scribbled furiously on your parchment. Sirius’ foot tapped against the floor.

“I-”

“Okay.” You sat back with a sigh. “What is it?”

“Do you think this is long enough for Flitwick? He said two rolls, but I didn’t quite make it,” Sirius said. He shoved his essay under your nose, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” you replied as you turned back to your own essay.

“Are you sure? I mean it’s not-”

“I said it’s fine, Sirius!” you yelled. He blinked at you with furrowed brows as Madam Pince came bustling over.

“Keep your voices down or I’ll have to ask you to work elsewhere,” she hissed.

“That’s alright,” Sirius said as he stood, yanking his robes off the back of his chair, “I was just leaving.”

“Sirius, wait!” But he was already gone.

“Sirius seems upset,” James said as you walked back to the common room.

“I know he is,” you mumbled.

“I haven’t got a clue why. He acts like everything’s fine, but I know him. Maybe you can help cheer him up,” James suggested. You winced and shook your head.

“Not likely. I was the one who upset him,” you replied.

“He never gets mad at you. What could you have possibly done?” James asked.

“I yelled at him in the library earlier. I didn’t mean to, but I’ve just got so much stuff on my plate and I…snapped,” you said.

“He wouldn’t be upset just because of that. Remus and Lily yell at him all the time when they’re stressed. Hell, I’ve even done it. There’s got to be something else,” James replied.

“That’s reassuring,” you mumbled as James told the Fat Lady the password. The portrait hole swung open to reveal an empty common room.

“I’m sure everything’ll work out, love,” James said. You smiled weakly at him and bid him goodnight as you flopped onto the sofa. You looked up and started when you saw Sirius sat in the armchair across from you, staring down at the Marauders Map.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were there. Can we talk?” you asked. Sirius pretended like he couldn’t hear you as something on the map became very interesting. “Sirius.”

“I’m sorry, were you talking to me? Haven’t done that in a while,” he replied with a bitter laugh.

“What do you mean? I talked to you today and yesterday and the day before,” you said.

“Barely, those weren’t even proper conversations,” Sirius countered.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier but if you’re going to act like this, then I have homework to do,” you said. You stood up and grabbed your bag when Sirius let out another cold laugh. Hairs raised on the back of your neck.

“There you go again. Prioritizing work over everything else,” he drawled. You dropped your bag with a thud and whirled to face him.

“Excuse me?” you hissed.

“You heard me. All you’ve done for the past four months is homework. I barely get to see you anymore,” Sirius said.

“Oh, I’m sorry I actually do my homework! And don’t even act like you’re innocent. Whenever I have a free night, you’re at practice or off dicking around with the boys,” you retorted.

“The difference is I don’t do that every night. You work yourself into the ground, take on all these extra classes, for what? Who are you trying to prove yourself to?” Sirius asked.

“Nobody, I just care about my future!” you replied. Sirius stood abruptly.

“What about me? Do you care about me, your boyfriend, or have you forgotten that I exist?” he asked.

“Of course, but this isn’t about you! Contrary to what you may believe, not everything is about you, Sirius! I’m doing this for my future whether you like it or not,” you yelled.

“Don’t you care about our relationship? Ourfuture?” Sirius asked.

“That’s not important right now, Sirius!” you replied. You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. Sirius looked like you had slapped him. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes you did. It’s okay, I know what your priorities are now. I’ll stay out of your way for the next little while,” Sirius said. He gave you a small smile before gently brushing past you.

“What does this mean for us? Are we still together?” you asked. Sirius didn’t turn around, not even when his shoulders stiffened as your voice cracked.

“Do you want us to be?” he muttered.

“I love you,” you replied instead.

“I know,” he said and disappeared up the stairs.

***

You didn’t know what had finally caused you to break. Maybe it was your quill snapping and splattering ink all over your essay just as you finished writing the final sentence. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t talked to Sirius in nearly two weeks and Merlin, did you miss him. Maybe it was the feeling of utter loneliness that had reached its cusp. Whatever it was, it left you covered in ink and sobbing on the couch at two in the morning. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and you hastily sniffed and wiped at your cheeks. The person stopped on the bottom step. It was silent for a few moments as they debated whether or not to enter the common room, before they padded towards you.

“Y/N?” Sirius said. You nearly started crying all over again at the sound of his voice.

“Hi,” you whispered, not daring to turn around.

“Are you alright? I heard you crying from upstairs,” Sirius muttered. You heard the shuffle of movement and could picture him rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m fine,” you replied. Sirius walked around the couch and sat on the table in front of you.

“No, you’re not,” he whispered. You refused to meet his eyes, even as he put a hand on your knee.

“I miss you,” you breathed.

“I miss you too, love. I’m sorry,” Sirius said. Your head snapped up.

“For what?” you asked.

“For being such a git and not supporting you. For making everything about me. I was just upset because even when we were together, you were never really there. You were always working, and I hated seeing you so stressed,” Sirius replied. “I missed hugging you and your laugh and everything about you. If I thought I missed you then, it’s nothing compared to how I miss you now. This past week has been torture, and I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you. But I promise, I’m with you now, all the way.”

You sniffed again and sighed. “I’m sorry too. I was stressed and I took it out on you. It wasn’t fair. I never want you to think that you’re not important to me. You’re so special, Sirius. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so sorry I made you feel less than that. My future is important, but not if you’re not in it.” You wiped under your eyes.

“I love you,” Sirius whispered.

“I love you,” you replied.

“You’ve got ink on your face. And all over your hands,” Sirius said sweetly.

“Oh, Merlin. I’m a mess,” you said with a laugh. “My quill broke and ink went everywhere. It ruined my essay.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Let’s clean you up,” Sirius replied. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Ink transferred from your chin to his jaw. Sirius wiped at it and laughed. He shook his head as he waved his wand, cleaning the ink from your skin and then his.

“If only that worked on parchment,” you mumbled.

“Actually, Moony taught me a spell that does,” Sirius said. He mumbled something under his breath and waved his wand over your essay. The splattered ink lifted from the parchment until only your writing remained.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you breathed and wrapped Sirius in a hug. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms tightly around you with a sigh.

“Merlin, I missed you.”

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imagines-by-billie · 5 years ago

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Lucky Charm.

Request: hi you're so talented and i love u, can i request an imagine when the reader and shawn are already in a relationship and she is a music journalist who has to interview him about his new album and they try to be professional but it ends up being really cheesy and cute??? thank u💖💖

A/N: Sorry for getting this out so late! I’ve had it in my inbox for so long and I just didn’t see it :(

Warnings: so much fluff, implied smut but nothing more!

Masterlist

You sat down in the chair, Shawn sitting down in front of you. Already you were feeling giddy and a small smile had spread across your lips.

You were working for a pretty small news company, working with music. Right now you were waiting for the cameras to start rolling so that you could interview Shawn Mendes, your boyfriend, about his new self-titled album.

“You okay?”, he asked with a small smile.

“I’m a bit nervous, but pretty okay otherwise.”, you smiled back at him. It was your first recorded interview, usually you went out to red carpets and such. That was how you met Shawn, actually.

“Good. Everything’ll be okay.”, he chuckled, “You’ll do great!”

You didn’t have time to answer before they started counting down to start recording.

Once they said “Go”, you introduced yourself along with Shawn. Most people who knew about Shawn, knew about you being his girlfriend so already you were a bit flirty, since you weren’t hiding anything.

“So you’ve said that your new album is very raw and a lot more honest, right?”, you smiled, looking through your cards.

“Right.”, Shawn said happily.

“What would you say inspired you the most during writing this album?”, you giggled.

You remembered the time when he was supposed to take a break. A day off, which he decided to spend with you...

The sun was coming up, you had just woken up and was sitting on the couch, looking out over the Toronto skyline. It had been a few month since that first night you spent with Shawn.

You didn’t think it was anything serious, but then the next morning... something just happened, and you felt something. Something deep down your chest, something warm... awakening.

Now you were basically living with him, you hadn’t moved in yet but you might as well have.

It was a cold snowy day, but the sun peering up behind the big city was still bright. You sat on the couch, blanket wrapped around you and a cup of coffee in your hands. You made sure not to wake Shawn up when you got out of bed that morning.

But somehow the lack of your presence made him wake up eventually, when you were about half done with your coffee sipping. Just as he walked in you sneezed.

“You know, you would be a lot warmer if you stayed in bed with me.”, he chuckled. You looked away from the beautiful view to look at an even more beautiful view.

“Good morning.”, you smiled brightly. He really was one hell of a view. His hair a curly mess, sweatpants hanging low on his waist and the love bites that adorned his collarbones and neck from last night.

He got on the couch next to you and you responded with throwing a bit of your blanket over his legs, though it barely covered anything. You gently rested your head against his bare chest as you swung over your legs to lay them in his lap.

“Oh, so now you wanna cuddle!”, he laughed, but still wrapped his arms around your frame.

“You’re so warm...”, you sigh, “... you’re like my summer during winter.” He waited for a moment, before kissing your temple and getting up despite your protests.

“Sorry, I got a really good idea! I just need to write it down, I’ll be back!”, he grinned as he ran out of the room.

“It’s your day off!”, you groaned.

You smiled to yourself at the memory. Now you were glad that you had let him go write that thing down, because it turned out to be beautiful.

“Well, songs like Fallin’ All In You, Lost in Japan and When You’re Ready are all by a specific person.”, he laughed slightly while playing with the ring on his finger, “She’s really cute too.”

You held back your laughter by biting your lower lip and looking down at your cards.

“Your song ‘In My Blood’, which have been playing all over the radio, is about getting over anxiety as we’ve understood. How did it feel writing such a personal and emotional song?”, you try asking a more serious question to keep you from becoming a giggling mess.

“It was nerve-wracking to release it, just like any song... just maybe a bit worse. But my girlfriend really helped me through it, and it clearly turned out alright.”, he grinned wide, “She’s like my good luck charm, I guess.”

An “awe” escaped your lips and you wanted nothing more than to kiss his now rosy red cheeks.

The interview continued on, the two of you flirting more and more as it went on. It was genuinely fun and you forgot all of your nerves. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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changelingvixen · 4 years ago

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It’s never too early to start your Starlight shopping.

Martyn came in whistling to himself, cheerfully. Things were looking up. Debts were less. The Blue Mage Guild was coming into its own. Life was...dare he think it? Going smoothly. It almost definitely wouldn’t last - not least because he himself wouldn’t let it, where was the fun or the adventure in that? - but for the moment it was quite nice to just relax. Novel. Made a change.

And so he was mildly surprised to see, on the Celestium backroom sofa, a curled up heap with red-brown hair sticking out from under a blanket. The heap was moaning weakly. A big mug of coffee sat on the table next to the sofa, steaming. Shopping bags sat around the sofa, with brightly coloured rolls of paper sticking out. A faint smell of cinnamon hung around them.

“Hey, sweetheart. You...alright there?” he asked solicitously, gentle poking the heap in what might be a shoulder.

“No,” a weary voice issued forth. “Leave me alone.”

He sat next to the heap, pushing aside some of the blanket to make room. “C’mon. Can’t be that bad - what’s happened?”

“I hate shopping,” a small voice confessed. “I’m exhausted. I haven’t even made a dent in the list.” A reluctant head finally popped out. Donia looked exhausted too.

“Shopping for what?” he asked, and she grimaced.

“Starlight,” she said, and sighed. “It really does get harder every year. What would Royse want that she doesn’t already have? What’s postable, for my parents?”

He laughed. “Honey, what’re you doin’? All Saints has just finished. They’re still packin’ up the decorations! You can’t be Starlight shopping..?”

“No, I need to get it done,” she insisted. “I have to plan. If I don’t start now it’ll be busy and everything’ll be sold out...”

He swivelled in his seat to face her better, pulling up his legs to sit cross-legged. “I swear to you, listen, I’ve never started any Starlight shoppin’ before Starlight Eve...Eve...and it’s worked out.”

She shuddered. “I’d die, I couldn’t do that! I’d panic!”

“Don’tcha know the chocobos bring the presents anyway, all the way from the stars? No work for you! I need to teach you relax a bit,” he smiled, and she gave a one-shouldered shrug. He passed her the mug of coffee and she drank gratefully.

“I mean, I admire how...sorted you’re gonna be,” he admitted, and she nodded, cupping her hands around the mug.

“You think there’d be some sensible middle ground. Between me and the chocobos.” she said, with a small grin. He laughed.

“How ‘bout I come with you, then? Just this year, I’ll...” he pretended to shudder. “Plan.” He patted her arm. “It’ll be fun with both of us. An’ I’ll distract you anyway and we’ll end up not buyin’ anything.”

She laughed. “Oh, I know. But that’d be nice.” she smiled gratefully, and he grinned, and tucked the blanket back over her.

“There we go! Now I’ve got a few bits to sort out - drink your drink an’ feel better, right?”

“Mm,” she agreed, snuggling in. He uncurled his legs and stood, knowing he’d told just a small lie - nestled deep in a pocket in his cape was a small box with the first Starlight present he had actually bought, but she didn’t get to find out about that...yet.

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heart-of-gold-outlaw · 6 years ago

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Avoiding the Truth: an Arthur Morgan x Reader Drabble

Summary: Something seems to be bothering Arthur, so you decide to investigate. What you find out doesn’t come as much of a surprise.

You find Arthur by the river, staring out into the water like he's pondering the secrets of the universe. He doesn't seem to notice when you approach--cautiously, at that. Part of you doesn't want to disturb him. You've been with the Van Der Linde gang for a few months now, and you know how he gets when he has that pensive look on his face. Still, something nags at you, tells you Arthur isn't quite alright. You want to get to the bottom of it.

And so you take a few steps forward until you're standing next to him, hands folded in front of you, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. He spares you a glance, then quickly looks away. That only confirms your suspicions, and does nothing to soften the knot in your gut.

"You got something to say, Y/N?" Arthur asks. It doesn't come out harsh, but you know he wanted it to do so. You can't find it in yourself to be angry, though. Not with him.

"Just keeping an eye on you," you say, keeping your voice carefully nonchalant. "Making sure you're doing okay."

He glances at you again. This time, you just barely catch the slightest hint of something in those hardened eyes of his--something soft. Vulnerable. It makes your heart squeeze. Gently, you reach out and place your hand on his arm, touch as soft and delicate as feathers. Talk to me, you think. I know something's wrong. Please. Talk to me.

Eventually, Arthur sighs and turns to face you completely. His tough expression softens, allowing you to see the troubled, borderline lost man beneath it. You wait for him to speak. If it's one thing you've learned over the past few months, it's that Arthur only talks when he's ready. Nobody would force a colt to walk before it could, nor would they make a child read without knowing the alphabet. And so you wait--patiently--while Arthur chews on his words.

"It's Dutch," he finally says, raising his eyes to meet yours. "It's like... I don't know him no more."

You nod in understanding. Because really, you were expecting that answer. Lately, it's like Dutch doesn't have a goddamn clue what he's doing, no matter how many times he insists he has a plan. You know that spiel for what it is: empty words fit for an empty promise. Times are changing. The world is changing. You know it won't be long before the age of outlaws falls into legend. And the worst part? There's nothing you or Arthur can do about it.

But that's not what he needs to hear right now. Right now, he needs reassurance--the type of reassurance only you can provide.

"I've been feeling that way too." You offer him a small smile. "But everything'll work out just fine. One way or another."

And then he gives you that look, the one you were hoping to avoid, the one that says he knows you're lying. Your expression falters and you look away. It's no use trying to fool Arthur Morgan. He's perceptive, maybe more so than anyone you've ever met, and he sees through lies like glass.

"Alright," you amend, "maybe things won't work out for all of us. But you know what? I do believe you and me'll be alright. And you know why?" You pull your hand away from his arm. "Because we won't fall for Dutch's 'plans.' We're smarter than that."

Arthur watches you, clearly wanting to believe what you just said. You can't stand the uncertainty in his eyes, so you reach up and cup his face.

"Listen to me, Arthur Morgan." You hold his gaze with fire in your own. "I won't let anyone or anything drive us apart. We're in this together, just like we've always been."

You watch as the doubt flees from him in waves, as it's replaced by a blazing determination. With a reassuring smile, you press your lips to his. Of course, you know somewhere deep in your mind that there's a whole lot of trouble barreling toward both of you. But for now? It's enough that you can still convince him--and yourself--that everything will be alright.

Though, if you're completely honest, you have a feeling you can't keep up this facade for much longer.

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#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #dutch van der linde #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #donation reward #drabble #angst #hurt/comfort #reassurance #my writing

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trickormemes · 6 years ago

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The Girl Who Leapt Through Time sentence starters

64 starters feel free to change gender pronouns

“Did you guys hear something just now?”

“It’s about time you got up.”

“What’d you turn off the alarm for?!”

“That’s priceless, coming from you.”

“Barely made it again. Why not give us some variety and be late for a change?”

“People say they’re out of luck when something bad happens. I always thought that was just a figure of speech, being lucky or unlucky. But I guess I’m lucky.”

“I’ve gotta say, I’m pretty lucky most of the time. Not only lucky, but I have good instincts too.”

“I’m not exactly a brain, but I’m not an idiot either.”

“I’m not dumb… by most standards…”

“I’m not especially skilled in anything, but I’m not a walking disaster either…”

“Jeez! Do you mind? GET! OFF! Come on, you idiot! MOVE!”

“I don’t think this has anything to do with your blood type horoscope.”

“It’s a big decision. We shouldn’t rush it.”

“I’ll be glad when all this is over.”

“Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen.”

“Time waits for no one.”

“It’s empty… That’s weird. It sounded like someone was in here.”

“So I’m the bad guy suddenly?”

“C’mon, _____, you’re heartless!”

“If today was like any other day, there wouldn’t have been any problems, but I’d forgotten today was supposed to be my worst day ever.”

“I thought today… was supposed to be a nice day.”

“So, you gonna say something?! The very least you could do is give an apology!”

“Tell me, am I alive? I’m alive, aren’t I? There’s—there’s nothing wrong with me, is there?”

“I wish you’d take me more seriously, I’m not joking around here.”

“Stop goofing off. You should wake up earlier, like me.”

“What are you doing here already?”

“What on earth happened to your voice?”

“Ever think that someone might be suffering from your good fortune?”

“Everything’ll be alright, no matter what happens. I mean, I can always go back and do things over, as many times as I want.”

“If you blow this chance, you’ll have to wait another year.”

“They wanted to know if I was goin’ out with you.”

“What?! We’re not goin’ out!”

“Why’d you turn her down, man? I’d totally be jonesin’ for that chick!”

“She looks like that girl you were in love with back in junior high.”

“Can we please just drop it now?”

“What was that? Why’d you say that? Where’s that coming from suddenly?”

“What is it this time? Can we just go?”

“Like I said, why are we talking about this?!”

“If it doesn’t work out, go back to the way things were. You’re mature enough to handle that.”

“Sometimes these things start off one-sided, and the person grows on you.”

“So you’re gonna act like it never happened?”

“Why’d you look away from me?”

“C’mon, where’s your comeback? You’re leaving me cold.”

“Why should I listen to you? You didn’t stop when I asked you to!”

“Now don’t cry. It’s not that bad.”

“What if it leaves a scar?”

“Ugh, what’s wrong with him? First he says he likes me, and now he’s going out with her?”

“The world is full of deceit.”

“Time you gave us an explanation!”

“This just might be the start of something… The start of something beautiful!”

“You miss me that much, huh?”

“Would you… Would you laugh… if I told you I came from the future?”

“Why’d you come here?”

“Anyway, I guess there’s no point now. To anything.”

“I’ll keep my mouth shut! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”

“It’s one thing not to tell me, but he could have at least told you. I mean, considering he had a thing for you.”

“He wanted to tell me something important, but I pretended the conversation never happened. Why didn’t I take what he said more seriously?”

“Why would I tell you? How could I be so stupid?”

“You have to tell me. Don’t leave me in the dark. C’mon!”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time now. Listen…”

“I’m serious. You need to be more careful.”

“Unbelievable. That’s the last thing you have to say to me?”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I won’t be long. I’ll come running.”

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crusnikroxas · 6 years ago

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The Routine (18+)

**Author Note**

MafiaFell Sans x Reader

Word count: 7670 (....yeah, I went crazy, I’m sorry T-T)

This is part of the first prize from the raffle for the lovely @malenchka! :3 And yes, this is crazy long. >.> This is why I never bother to put a word limit on my one-shots - if I get too excited by a prompt, prepare for this madness. o.o

And dear ol’ Sansy actually turned out to be a hell of a lot less kinky than I expected him to turn out in this one. So it’s....pretty vanilla. But romantic as fuck. So have fun with that ;D

**End Note**

It all started at your workplace.

You’d never asked for any trouble – as a matter of fact, you made a point of avoiding anything of the sort; a tough thing to do in the dark city of Ebott, where various mafia families ran rampant and strip clubs littered every corner. But conflict had always frightened you; so you kept to yourself, kept your head down, and kept to your safe routine.

Or rather, a routine that used to be safe.

That fateful day had started well enough. You’d woken up at 6:30am sharp, got yourself dressed into suitable attire (thankfully an assistant shopkeeper’s uniform was as modest as they came – another thing you thought kept you relatively safe), did what little cleaning needed to be done around your tiny apartment (the best you could afford on your wage), and headed out for another work day. And you liked working at the little corner-shop – the old man who owned the place had always been extremely kindly towards you, even letting you take home any unsold produce at the end of the day. Plus the shop was as close as could be to where you lived; just across the road, in fact.

Sure, the routine got boring, but you were more than happy to put up with such things – it was better than the ‘excitement’ that young girls sought out when joining speakeasies as singers, only to be brutally killed off in the streets within the week. The only ones who seemed to survive walked a pretty fine line in terms of staying that way, ferrying information from mafia to mafia, spying on whoever paid them the most.

And of course, there was also the roaring prostitution trade, which came with the same dangers and more.

Yes, you were more than happy to live a meagre, boring life in exchange. But of course, good things often have a habit of being rather short lived.

“I’ve finished with the sweeping, Mr. Montgomery, sir.”

Your boss looked up sharply at your words, his expression decidedly startled, clearly having been shaken out of some sort of deep thought process. As a matter of fact, he’d been rather vague all day, jittery in his movements and uncharacteristically short with his costumers.

So of course, you’d kept out of his way, and worked as hard as you could in order to not make any mistakes – it was the least you could do, if it helped to keep his stress levels down.

“Y-y/n….what are you still doing h-here?”

You frown in confusion; you hadn’t stayed late, you were sure of it – you were always punctual, never straying from the routine that had helped to keep you safe.

“My shift doesn’t finish for another 10 minutes, sir. Are you feeling alright?”

He taps his fingers anxiously on the counter in front of him, letting out a hissing breath as his eyes darted to the door at the front of the shop.

“I’m fine. Listen, I’m gonna let you go home a little early, ok? But you’re gonna have to leave out back. Just….just go now, and go real quiet, ok?”

You gulp, the colour draining from your cheeks – you’d have to be completely ignorant not to know what such warnings meant in the city of Ebott.

“Oh no, sir….you….you don’t mean-”

“Wouldn’t be able to keep this lil’ place up and running for much longer if I didn’t. It’s….it’s not bad, as these deals go. They’ll keep the place going, and all I need to give is 10% of weekly profits, along with sanctuary to any members if….if they need it.”

A mafia. He’d actually been fool enough to make a deal with a Don.

You take a reflexive step back, eyes wide, tremors running through your legs; he knew, he knew how you felt about gangs, how scared you were, what happened to your family after your brother got in with the wrong group-

“Y/n….please, understand. Not only would I have been out of pocket, you would have had to find another job. I know...I know how you are-”

“Well, clearly you don’t! But you’re obviously quite aware that I can’t afford to quit, and-”

You cut yourself off, realising that you’d spoken out of turn – and to your boss, no less.

“Oh, sir, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t worry about it, I understand completely – hell, I’d flip my shit and more if I were in your position. Look, just...just leave out back, like I said. Then after this evening, we can pretend that none of this ever happened. Everything’ll be the same as usual, ok? I won’t get you involved, y/n-”

His words are cut off abruptly by a hard rapping at the door; you both jump at the sound, eyes wide with alarm. He turns to you with panicked vigour, indicating for you to hide under the counter – so, feeling much like a cowering dog, you crawl between your boss’s legs and curl up in a shaking ball, dully noticing with some irritation that you hadn’t swept this particular corner as well as you’d previously assumed.

The rapping sounds once again at the door, and the safe cover of your boss’s legs is removed as he goes to answer, leaving you prone; you curl up all the more, hands held hard over your mouth in an effort to keep as silent as you could.

All the same, you feel your breathing hitch at the sound of the front door being opened, the little bell on the door-frame tinkling cheerfully as it did so.

“S-so sorry about that. I was just finishing t-the sweeping-”

“don’t worry ‘bout it, gramps. jus’ let me n’ the boys in, yeah? heh, pretty damn cold out here, don’t’cha think?”

“Oh! Oh yes, please, come right in.”

You hear a deep, rolling chuckle – clearly amused over how jittery your boss was being; you reflexively swallow as the sound of several footsteps entering the establishment surrounds you, clearly checking out the shop for anything untoward. But eventually, it seems that the Don’s men are satisfied – shockingly, they hadn’t even attempted to look under the counter for anything threatening. But you certainly don’t relax as a result, especially as you hear your boss start to bravely speak up.

“So, uh, I’m not exactly sure how this process-”

“don’t worry ‘bout it – we gotcha covered. now, all we gotta...”

The Don pauses for far too long. You bite your lip, wondering what was wrong – as something had to be wrong, for such a lengthy pause. You soon get your answer as the Don lets out another hearty chuckle, sending shivers up your spine.

“heh. ya didn’t mention that ya had mice.”

You brow furrows. You always cleaned the shop spotless, and to accuse the place of having a vermin problem was actually insulting to you.

“Um….I’m s-sorry?”

“mice. y’know. cute lil’ things, pretty shy. like to hide in places ya don’t always expect.”

You can’t help but jump at the hard rap on the surface of the counter above you, the Don’s laughter echoing from above.

“c’mon out lil’ mouse, i won’t eat ‘cha. not unless ya want me to, that is.”

Digging your fingernails hard into the palms of your hands, you do as he asks and crawl out from under the counter, keeping your eyes trained on your feet and floor beneath them as you stood up. You knew better than to refuse a mafia Don’s wishes, after all.

“there we go. boys, ya gettin’ sloppy – did ya even bother ta scan for other souls? i keep tellin’ ya, ya can’t jus’ trust ya eyes.”

“But boss, we-”

There’s an audible slap, making you flinch; you swore that if you dug your fingernails into your hands any harder that you’d start to draw blood. But one word stuck out for you – the mention of souls. That could only mean-

“ya what? practised real fuckin’ hard at being an idiot this morning, huh? ya lucky it’s me here, not ma brother – otherwise ya know he’d kill ya on the spot, right?”

“….yes boss.”

There’s a tense silence, and you desperately try to stop yourself from shaking; not that you were very successful in your endeavours. This was exactly what your routine existed for, after all – to avoid the mafia families as much as you could. And now, here you were, stood in front of a Don and his bodyguards, having been outed out of hiding from them. And worst of all, if your suspicions were correct, then this wasn’t an ordinary mafia your boss had decided to deal with.

There were two main mafia powers in the city of Ebott: the Stigma family, which dealt mainly in the drug and prostitution rings, as well as human trafficking – a group that even the most daring girls at the speakeasies did their best to avoid. And then there was the Osseous family, which preferred ownership of certain city sections, and the running of the vast majority of the speakeasies. And while this might sound mild in comparison to the Stigma, in your opinion they were far more dangerous, and judging from the body count left in their wake, you were more than right.

They were literal monsters in every sense.

And that really was quite literal, given that most of the group was composed of living, breathing monsters; you’d read stories of a time when humans and monsters used to live peacefully with one another – but after a horrific war, the world had settled into the tense balance of families struggling for power, land and respect. And while there were other monster mafia families in the city, the Osseous family was by far the most powerful, lead by three terrifying skeleton monsters, infamously known for their sadistic natures and ruthless killing.

You….you didn’t want to die.

You jolt as you feel the sudden sensation of cool fingertips under your chin, softly nudging you to raise your head; you follow the motion, but keep your eyes low – you really didn’t want to confirm your fears.

“heh, well, ain’t ya jus’ a peach. what’s yer name, doll?”

You gulp, trying to get your voice to work around your paper-dry mouth.

“Y-y/n, sir.”

“pretty name. not quite as pretty as yer face, but m’certainly not complain’.”

Despite the terrified shaking in your limbs, you feel your cheeks burn red at the unexpected compliment, resulting in a deep chuckle from him as he noticed.

“...name’s red. there now, we both know each-other – so how’s a ‘bout ya look at me, eh?”

You shudder, instantly recognising the name, hating that your instincts had been completely on point in regards to suspecting the Osseous family’s involvement – he was pretty infamous, whispers on the street naming him as, ‘The Reaper’; the implications of such a name being pretty obvious, even without his skeletal visage.

Not daring to refuse his request, you finally raise your eyes to meet his – or rather, lack of, considering all he had were scorching red eye-lights in empty sockets.

He was a lot….bigger than you’d heard. Of course, all monsters were enormous beings, you knew that much, but to be up close and personal with one was frankly terrifying. You even had to crane your neck up to meet his gaze, which made his smile stretch all the wider; something which made your muscles tense beyond your control, considering the shocking sharpness of his teeth – something you could liken to a shark’s, aside from the fact that one of his fangs had been replaced by a false gold tooth. Something in the back of your mind wondered who his tailor must be; someone who was obviously very talented, considering the quality of the red and black suit he wore on his gargantuan frame, accompanied by gleaming spats and a black fedora.

“there ya go – nice ta make yer acquaintance, y/n.”

You blink, not expecting the manners; you answer back on reflex, your brain putting very little thought into the learned words that fell from your lips.

“Nice to meet you too.”

Your eyes widen as you realise that could be taken as disrespectful, and you start to stutter out the word ‘sir’ - only for the hand which still held you chin in place to quickly place a finger over your lips.

“pfft, don’t cha worry yer pretty lil’ head ‘bout it – kinda nice not havin’ a stupid honorific tied ta my name. matter of fact, how ‘bout cha make it a habit of callin’ me red, eh?”

You balk, really not expecting this turn of events, but make to nod your head anyway – not that you could move all that much thanks to his hold, but given the spreading grin on his features he got the message. A grin that suddenly falls when one of his goons lets out an audible cough.

“Boss, we’ve gotta get this show on the road, or-”

“yeah yeah, i know, shut yer fuckin’ trap.”

His eye-lights flickered back down to you, a strangely sweet smile crossing his features before he lets out a clearly regretful sigh, finally releasing you and stepping away, strolling back towards your boss as you attempted to calm yourself down.

“right gramps, let’s get ta business, shall we?”

“...oh! Oh, of course. So it’s a 10% of profits at the end of each week, and sanctuary to-”

“nah. forget ‘bout the stupid profit – we’ll be good as long as ya just give me ‘n the boys a place if we need it, and...”

He looks around for a moment, before his burning eye-lights land on the small bakery section, his grin widening.

“...and lunch whenever we want. sound good to ya, gramps?”

You boss mutters out hurried thank-yous, quickly signing the papers handed to him; Red’s eye-lights hovered back over to you whilst he did so, his expression clearly contemplative.

But soon, your boss was finished with the papers, and it was time for the mobsters to leave – or at least, they were supposed to, but Red had other ideas.

While his men stood in clear discomfort by the door, eager to vacate, Red took his sweet time, almost waltzing back towards you; before he gently took up your hand and brought it to his mouth in a soft pseudo kiss.

“be seein’ ya, beautiful. and….heh, i know i ain’t the most attractive of monsters, but….”

He coughs slightly, and your mind freezes in mute surprise as a blush spreads across his cheekbones.

“...woulda consider goin’ out with me at some point? and nah, don’t think this is gonna interfere with yer’ bosses’ deal if ya say no. i’m a better monster than that, even if i don’t look it, heh. So jus’….jus’ think ‘bout it.”

With that, he quickly tipped his fedora in farewell, and was out the door without another word, his men following just as quickly after him.

Of course, you should have realised that that wouldn’t be the end of it, especially with that kind of exit.

You’d never been propositioned by anyone before, and the fact that your first taste of ‘interest’ had to be from a mafia Don made you feel faintly sick. But aside from that, you had to admit that Red himself wasn’t nearly as….bad as the stories made him out to be.

Of course, you didn’t doubt for a moment that the stories about brutal killings weren’t the truth (that was a given with any mafia in Ebott, after all) – but the stories about him being a ruthless, cold, sadistic being? The more interactions you had with him, the more those stories seemed to be nothing but twisted fairy tales.

It began with flowers.

Every morning, precisely 5 minutes before you were scheduled to leave for work, a bouquet of flowers would arrive – anything from gorgeous, deeply red roses to delicately curved sweet-peas. It got to the point that your small apartment was so perfumed you could hardly stand it, and your clothes were deliciously scented no matter how much you washed them (not that you exactly complained about that last part). Luckily for you, Red seemed to drop in almost every day for lunch (“yer bakery is the best this side of town”), so with a quick, polite word, the flower deliver ceased.

And was quickly replaced with other presents.

Anything from chocolates, to things that you needed for your day-to-day living (Red had uncanny hearing apparently, as he always seemed to catch you muttering under your breath whenever you had to make shopping lists) – and, of course, the presents that finally convinced you that he really wasn’t a bad guy at all.

He wrote you letters.

Sometimes it would be simple little notes, mentioning how nice it was chatting with you while he and his goons ate their lunch at the shop (considering it was everyday, you were pretty sure that his men were pretty darn sick of sandwiches and confectionery, as nice as they were) – others made you blush like a schoolgirl; you would had never considered a monster like him to be good at romantic prose, but his sweet, sensual letters more than proved you wrong.

Initially, you simply assumed that he hadn’t written them at all, and had employed someone to do so for him – but he seemed to instantly pick up on your dubious behaviour.

Which is when the romantic poetry in person started.

Instead of going straight to his usual request of a fresh ham sandwich (“heavy on the mustard, doll”), he would lean across the desk, looking deep into your eyes as he improvised. Some of his prose was a little cringy at times (which is when you usually broke out into uncontrollable giggles – not that he seemed to mind that fact, actually admitting that he loved to make you laugh), but when he got it spot on you had to fight back the urge to fan your cheeks, often having to take a moment to go splash your face in the aftermath.

But oddly, not once during his courtship had he asked you to go out with him again – apparently he’d been quite true to his word when he asked you to ‘think about it’; a fact that once again surprised you and only further convinced you that he wasn’t quite the monster people painted him out to be.

Sadly, the glaring problem that he was a mafia Don still remained. Frankly, it terrified you – sure, you’d come accustomed to seeing members of the Osseous family frequenting the shop, but it didn’t stop your fears, oh no; you were just waiting for the day that one of those members would come stumbling in, covered in blood, and begging for assistance.

Truthfully, you were torn – you had admittedly started to develop….feelings for the skeleton monster despite your misgivings, but….you were still terrified. No, there was only one thing for it – you needed to talk to him, before things progressed further.

“heya beautiful.”

You look up in slight surprise, not expecting Red to be here this early – at least 30 minutes early, to be exact.

“You’re here early.”

“i am. s’that a problem?”

“Not exactly – but the bread’s still a little too hot to make sandwiches.”

“well, guess that jus’ means i get ta distract you from work jus’ that lil’ bit longer.”

He grins down at you while you roll your eyes – you felt safe enough with him to show sarcasm at this point, something he seemed to take great joy in.

“Well, think again, I’ve….”

You pause, realising that this would actually be the perfect time to have that little ‘talk’ with him – you had very little to do around the shop at the moment, and the boss was already watching the front desk.

“...Red, can I...can I talk with you for a moment?”

He blinks, clearly not expecting the question, before his grin widens and he chuckles under his breath.

“well, sure ya can. i’m all non-existent ears, sweetheart.”

You giggle despite yourself, before quickly straightening your expression – not that it did much good, as Red was already the embodiment of smug satisfaction.

“Glad that you are. Just….um. All of your….affections are very flattering.”

He raises a brow bone, eye-lights slightly wary.

“And I won’t say that I don’t….I won’t say that I don’t enjoy them.”

“...but?”

“...but I just….I’ve had really bad experiences with….with another mafia. I wasn’t involved myself, but my brother was….and one day while I was out, he….he made a mistake, a deal went sour. And when I came back….my family was gone. Dead. Just like that.”

Red visibly winced, his face the picture of a grimace.

“So I’m just….I’m just scared. I don’t...”

You sigh, your shoulders tight as you look away from his piercing gaze.

“...I don’t want to lose another person that I care about. I don’t….I don’t want to get hurt again, I’m sorry.”

You gasp slightly as you feel his fingertips under your chin, pulling your face and gaze back towards him, so reminiscent of the first time you met it sends your heart racing.

“...now, ya listen’ ta me, ok, doll? that ain’t gonna happen with me. ya see these goons? i don’t need ‘em. they’re jus’ there fer show. pretty sure that ya know i’m known as ‘the reaper’ - stupid fuckin’ name, but i won’t say it ain’t accurate. there’s a reason why i’m the guy that gets sent ta….gah, please, sweetheart, jus’ trust me when I say that there’s no chance in hell that i’m gonna get hurt anytime soon. and i’m not gonna let you get hurt either, ‘kay?”

You sigh, desperately resisting the urge to lean into his touch.

“There’s bound to be a time when things go sour, Red. That’s the way the mafia works, after all – I know first hand, remember? And what happens then? Either I get killed for being involved with you, or I get to live the rest of my life without-”

You cut yourself off, automatically jerking yourself away from his hold. For a moment, the two of you are silent, before he lets out a long, heaving exhale.

“...what ‘bout if i offered ya protection? i mean, not that i….”

He starts to laugh, catching you slightly off guard; you frown, not understanding the sudden humour.

“pfft, sorry, s’really not funny. jus’ that i’ve already placed ya under protection, and i’m stood here like a fuckin’ idiot askin’ yer permission.”

“….you what?!”

He winces, instantly sobering up at your shocked indignance.

“You’ve had me watched?! For how long?!”

“….ya don’t wanna know the answer ta that.”

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose while he rubbed the back of his head, fedora slipping slightly out of place as he chuckled nervously.

“Do you realise what an invasion of privacy that is?”

“...yeah. but….i jus’ wanted ya ta be safe, sweetheart.”

You let out another groan, though some part of you actually feels pretty pleased that he cared enough to do such a thing – that said, it would have been nice to know.

“let me make it up ta ya, beautiful – please?”

“And how do you plan to do that?”

He shifted slightly, his expression actually nervous, something that catches you off guard; you’d seen him bashful, but this was nearing the kind of jitters that you yourself experienced around him.

“...let me come over n’ make ya dinner.”

“Wait...what? Make me dinner? As in….cook for me?”

He nods, actual sweat gathering at his brow at your words.

“...you can...you can cook?”

He narrows his sockets at this, dipping his face lower to yours.

“s’that a challenge, sweetheart?”

“I...I….maybe? Honestly, I’ve never been cooked for before, but….uh, my apartment is really small, so I’m not sure I’d fit more than two people-”

“what? doll, i ain’t bringin’ anyone else with me. what, ya think i’d want those dolts breathin’ down my neck? ‘sides, i’m cookin’ fer us, not those fuckin’ idiots.”

“I don’t know, Donny can be pretty smart when he wants to be.”

“emphasis on ‘wants’….but, uh, what do ya-”

“Yes. I, um, mean...yes. That’d be….real nice.”

For a moment, he simply blinks, clearly not expecting your acceptance – and instead of his trademark, sly grin making a reappearance, an odd, slightly wonky shy smile takes up residence on his features, disbelieving chuckles escaping him.

“well….heh. looks like i’m gonna have ta go get some...things, then.”

With that, he begins to turn on his heel to leave, before you suddenly reach out and grip his sleeve, instantly halting his movements as he looks down at you in shock, blush dusting his cheeks.

“I...did you still want your usual order?”

There’s a momentary pause, before he lets out a deep, rolling laugh, swiftly turning back to you and grabbing the hand holding onto his sleeve, bringing it up to his teeth and softly kissing it.

“sweetheart, did ya forget? i’m the one who’s treatin’ ya today – is 7 good fer ya?”

“...yes, that’ll be perfect.”

With another grin and another kiss to the back of your hand, he’s out the door, leaving his men to hurriedly scamper after him, not expecting the sudden departure.

You heave out a sigh, leaning back against the wall with a slightly stupefied expression.

That….that certainly wasn’t how you envisioned the conversation going.

You jolt and squeak at the sudden tapping on your door, almost knocking over the glass of water you’d been attempting to consume in your nervousness (it hadn’t gone well – your hands were shaking too much, so holding the glass proved to be nearly impossible). Gulping, you stand, fluffing your hair one final time before you walk over to the door and open it, revealing Red in all his suited glory, bouquet of freshly cut red roses held out to you, a bag of groceries hanging in his other hand. Taking the beautiful flowers from him and pausing for a moment to inhale their heavenly sweetness, you giggle softly, smiling up at him.

“And here’s me thinking that I’d just about got the smell of flowers out of my apartment….come in.”

He chuckles nervously, ducking his head through the door-frame – however, the ceiling of your apartment is so low that he has to take off his fedora in order to save it from being crushed.

“ah, d’ya...have somewhere i can hang this?”

“...oh! Oh yeah, sure-”

You gesture wildly to the hat stand in the corner, desperately searching for something suitable to put the flowers in – you really didn’t want to leave them to wilt. Eventually, you successfully find a vase to place them in, just in time to witness Red without a jacket for the first time, rolling up his shirt-sleeves absent-mindedly as he looked with some concern at the contents of the bag he’d brought with him.

You manage to choke out a cough, bringing his gaze back to meet yours; before he openly grinned as he noticed how flustered you were at seeing his suddenly casual attire (you’d made sure to wear one of your best dresses, after all).

“I, uh….is there anything wrong? Y-you look worried.”

“heh. nah, was jus’ hopin’ that i picked out somethin’ that ya like.”

Without further ado, he brought the bag up to your kitchen counter and started to lay out the ingredients; and it didn’t take too long to work out what he was going to cook.

“...arrabiata?”

His head whips to you, his expression surprised intrigue.

“ya...ya like it?”

“Yeah, it’s one of my favourite pasta dishes, actually.”

He winced slightly at that, chuckling nervously.

“well, let’s hope that i can do it sum justice.”

“Don’t worry too much about it – I mean….just the fact that you’re bothering to do this is...really nice.”

You gulp slightly, turning your gaze away for just a moment, before something occurred to you.

“Would you….would you like something to drink?”

He snorted slightly at that, rolling his eye-lights and reaching inside the bag to reveal an intricate glass bottle containing a liquid that glowed faintly in the dimmed light of your apartment.

“...oh my god, is that monster alcohol?”

His grin visibly widens, and he starts to dig through your rather bare cupboards for glasses.

“But….but this is prohibited!”

“perks of havin’ a monster don cookin’ fer ya, doll. i know the guy who makes this personally – don’t worry, it’s not too strong. jus’ some nice magic effects.”

“Like what?”

He chuckles again, clearly enjoying the mixture of suspicion and mute fascination in your tone.

“nothin’ sinister, don’t cha worry. s’mostly jus’ relaxin’ - but with humans it does this pretty lil’ thing ta ya skin.”

Narrowing your eyes at him slightly, you turn your attention to the glass he’d handed you, looking down into the hazy, luminescent liquid.

“...it’s really pretty. What’s it called?”

“echoflower wine. made sure ta pick sumthin’ gentle fer ya….but i also thought ya would enjoy the magic, y’know? sorry if i-”

“No, no! It’s….it’s really nice of you to think of me like that.”

“heh, i got some serious makin’ up ta do, sweetheart.”

You mutter softly under your breath as you bring the glass up to your lips, inhaling the liquid’s scent – truthfully, you’d already forgiven him, but you weren’t about to let him know that just yet. The echoflower wine smelt beautiful – sweet and heady, a strange marriage between fresh lemonade and aged red wine. The taste however is nothing short of ‘magical’; the taste almost dances on your tongue, reminding you vaguely of passion-fruit, with distinctly floral notes.

“Oh, that’s so lovely. Thank you!”

“heh, y’ain’t seen the best of it – look at yer skin.”

You look down at you arm and gasp; your skin almost glowed, the surface catching in the light.

“That’s...honestly incredible.”

Sans hummed in agreement, eyeing you with a nothing short than a smouldering gaze as he takes a swig of his own drink; leaving you to exhale in slight astonishment when he too seems to shimmer. He snorts slightly at your reaction, beginning to chop ingredients with a precision you honestly didn’t expect, given his lumbering size.

“yeah, i know, i know, i look like a glowin’ pansy.”

“No, I was just...thinking how lovely it looked, actually.”

His movements stop at that, sockets going wide for a moment, before he reaches out hesitantly and cups the side of your face, his thumb rubbing softly at the surface of your cheek.

“...and yer look beautiful. ya always do.”

Your face flushes, the silence stretching as the two of you simply stare at each-other, the only movement in the room being his hand, still moving softly against your cheek. It suddenly struck you that you’d never really been alone with him, having always interacted in the shop before now. Yet here you were, quite alone with him, the heat building between the two of you by the second.

A heat which quickly became a crescendo as he dipped his head, planting the softest of kisses on your lips – a kiss that ended far too soon as he quickly drew back from you, shaking his head.

“m’sorry, don’t know what came over me – m’not here fer that, i-”

His words are quickly halted as you grab the front of his shirt and yank him back down to you, deepening the light kiss you’d had a taste of. He freezes for a moment, before melting under your touch, a rumbling groan leaving him as his hands drifted to your waist, lifting you up and placing you on the counter – you sighed happily at the extra contact, wrapping your legs around his hips; or at least trying to, but he halts your actions by gripping your thighs tight, breaking the kiss once more to look down at you seriously.

“sweetheart….i gotta know what yer thinkin’, m’sorry – i don’t want...ta take this any further without knowin’ how ya feel. s’not right.”

You blink, yet again surprised by his unexpected manners – manners which he only seemed to show you, given the amount of swearing he used whenever speaking to anyone else.

“I...ok, I’m not going to deny that it still scares me, with the mafia. But...I’ve never felt like this towards anyone. I didn’t realise how bad it was until you kissed me, so I...maybe got a little ahead of myself, I’m sorry.”

“doll, ya got nothin’ ta apologise fer, trust me. so…did ya w-wanna continue? i mean, i still gotta make ya dinner, bu-”

You interrupt him once again by yanking on the front of his shirt, breaking his hold on your thighs and wrapping them securely around his hips, pressing your lips to his fangs.

A low, deep growl leaves him as his hands travel up to your hips, grasping at the flesh there to yank you closer, his fangs nibbling at your lips, his tongue lapping at the tiny wounds left by his ministrations. You groan, licking at his tongue with gentle hesitance – a hesitance which is soon forgotten when his tongue curls around yours, exploring the inside of your mouth as his phalanges palmed at your ass.

Desperately wanting to be closer still, you grind your body against his, a soft, wanting whine escaping you. Red broke the kiss with a shudder that ran through his entire body, his eye-lights burning in his sockets as he stared down at you, his expression so warm and…loving, your own body shivers in response. Your mind almost feels hazy as he reaches up to cup your face once again, a small smile playing on his features.

“...yer so beautiful, y/n. i gotta ask ya – would ya….could ya be mine? i jus’….i don’t wanna ever let go of ya, sweetheart.”

You gulp, eyes wide as a furious blush floods your cheeks. He waits patiently for you to settle yourself, tenderly stroking your cheek and looking at you as if you were truly precious.

“I...I think that I would love that, Red. But we-”

“i know. some things have gotta change. and believe me, they will, as long as i have ya with me.”

He presses his forehead to yours, letting out a shaky sigh.

“...i adored ya the moment i saw ya, y’know. even though ya were so scared – i jus’ knew that I needed ya. knew that i wanted ta make ya happy, ta make ya laugh. and i promise, sweetheart, i’ll do all i can ta make ya feel safe again.”

You blink back tears, snuggling your face against his, your breath hitching.

“...I feel safe with you, Red. Please….please can we continue?”

He chuckles at that, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck.

“yer really wanna continue this in the kitchen?”

“...well, I guess I do have a bed, technically. But it’s also the sofa, so I hope that’s ok.”

He growled under his breath, muttering about getting you out of this ‘shitty shoebox’ as he grasps your thighs and promptly lifts you from the counter-top, carrying you over to the couch/bed. You gasp lightly as he sets you down, kneeling at your feet – where he lifts your leg in a manner as if he was expecting you to break, removing your shoes with soft kisses to your lower legs and ankles, all while keeping solid, unbreaking eye-contact.

You shudder as those soft kisses started to progress up your legs, lingering on the inside of your thighs, his phalanges trailing up and under your skirt to palm at your hips, dragging you closer to him.

“gods….yer so soft, doll.”

You moan under your breath as his kisses come a little too close to your panty-line – he instantly freezes, looking up at you for confirmation. You gulp, looking away; but he can see that you certainly aren’t saying no. Something which is quickly confirmed as he pulls your underwear aside, trailing a long, slow lick up your slit.

You let out an aching keen at the sensation, your hips jerking in his hold; he growls under his breath, dragging you closer and eating you out like a man starved, his tongue delving deep and lingering in places you’d never been able to reach by yourself.

You head falls back against the couch cushions as he continues the achingly slow yet sweet pace, letting out soft groans as he did so, as if truly enjoying your taste. Your fingers dig into the cushions around you in desperation, mewls of pleasure falling from your lips as his tongue swirls around your clit.

“R-Red...”

He pauses, looking up at you with a strangely dazed expression, almost as if he were drunk.

“sweetheart?”

“I...please, I need...I need more of you.”

You flush at having to deliver such a line, but it doesn’t seem to faze him; in fact, given how his grin suddenly stretched into his usual smug expression, it pleased him greatly.

“’course. anythin’ ya want, beautiful.”

With that, his phalanges gently shimmed your dress up and over your head, leaving you in nothing but your underwear; he pauses for a moment, sucking in a shaking breath, his eye-lights forming tiny hearts in his sockets.

“fuck, sweetheart….yer so perfect, y’know that? can’t believe….can’t believe that you want to be mine.”

You giggle slightly breathlessly, standing up and starting to unbutton his shirt, a motion that makes him freeze and blush profusely.

“Well, you better start believing it. Now, are you going to leave me alone like this, or…?”

He seems to get the unsubtle memo, all but ripping his shirt off, leaving you to softly gape at his massive ribcage; he truly wasn’t even comparable to a human skeleton. The bones of his ribcage were thick, strong – you ran your fingers softly over their surface, Red shuddering slightly at the movement.

“yer….yer not put of by it, right?”

You look up in surprise.

“By what?”

“heh, well, i’m jus’ kinda…..all bones, right? i mean-”

“No. I like you. I like you….just like this.”

You gently kiss the bones your fingertips still ghosted over, looking up at him with a smile. A smile which he quickly returns, hurriedly unbuttoning his trousers, allowing the material to fall to the ground, leaving him in his boxer-briefs.

For a moment, you both simply stare at each-other, breathing hard; he makes the first movement, gently reaching around your back and unclipping your bra – you shrug it off your shoulders, keeping as much eye-contact with him as you dared, before squirming out of your now soaked underwear. His eye-lights travel down your body, phalanges reaching out to ghost over your waist, as if he was afraid to touch you.

“so...so fuckin’ beautiful.”

You flush, looking away – something he quickly stops, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, turning your face back towards him.

“heh, when are ya gonna learn – i like ya lookin’ at me, doll. i love seein’ ya expressions. i love seein’ what i do to ya.”

Tenderly running his phalanges through your hair, he smiles, dipping his head to kiss your still flushed cheek. Gulping, you reach out, playing with the waist-band of his boxers; he chuckles deep and low under his breath, fangs nipping at the side of your neck.

“impatient, y/n?”

“S-shut up.”

He snorts, his laughter tickling against your neck as he reaches down, pulling the material off his hip-bones, revealing his enormous, throbbing erection.

With some hesitance you reach out, stroking your fingers along the slightly slick tip, eliciting a small shudder from him. Smirking a little, you run your hand down his length with far more confidence, squeezing your hand around his thickness as best you could. He growls softly, bucking his hips into your hand, baring his fangs down at you as he fought to control himself.

Control which quickly you break when you duck your head to lick his tip, swirling your tongue around it.

Snarling in the back of his throat, he quickly scoops you up, foregoing the couch in favour of the wall, which was admittedly much closer. Letting out a huffing breath he opens your legs wider, lining himself up with your entrance, his burning eye-lights travelling to your face to take in your expression.

Obviously he found something that he liked, as in the next moment he started to push into you; and even with how wet you were, you find yourself struggling with his size.

“Oh...oh fuck! You’re so…big...”

“heh...think that’s the first time i’ve ever heard ya swear, doll.”

“S-shut up...”

He huffs out a chuckle, slowly rolling his hips into yours, pressing into you inch by inch; it wasn’t even the fact that he was long in length, but how incredibly thick he was, just. Filling. You. Up.

“s-shit...sweetheart...yer...yer takin’ all of me...so...so tight...”

Suddenly, it’s almost as if something gives within you; perhaps your muscles relaxed sufficiently, but all of a sudden Red had bottomed out inside you, leaving both of you gasping at how deep he’d suddenly gone, hitting every possible crevice within you.

You keened, your hips jerking forward in reflex to the extreme feeling, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy; you’d never felt so perfectly full before, never had something inside you that hit your cervix so deliciously-

“fuuck….damn, ya….geez, what i’d give fer a camera right now.”

Your gaze snaps back to his, eyes narrowing, even if your body paid no attention to your obvious chagrin, continuing to tense and spasm around his length almost gleefully.

“Don’t...even...think about it.”

“pfft, don’tcha worry, y/n-”

He draws his enormous length out of you inch by inch, before plunging back into you at an equally slow and calculated pace, clearly drinking in every shift of your expression.

“-who needs a camera when i can jus’ see the same sight over n’ over, eh?”

“How modest...of you.”

He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, before digging his phalanges a little deeper into the surface of your hips.

“yer ready fer me, sweetheart?”

“More than.”

Letting out a soft moan at your words, he draws out of you once again; but instead of continuing the slow, languid pace, he starts to all but rut into you. You back arches at the feeling of your walls being stretched over and over, his tip smacking against your cervix, and the feeling of his phalanges digging harder into your flesh as he started to lose that perfect control.

You dig your heels unconsciously into his back, your body seeking that feeling of being hit deeper as your lower stomach started to tighten, your senses pitching; you were reaching your peak.

The whine that leaves you when he suddenly stops is nothing short of embarrassing, but you were too far gone to care.

“oh, sorry ‘bout that – were ya about ta cum?”

You whine louder, grinding your hips to find some sort of friction.

“heh….so needy.”

“P-please...”

“oh, she speaks. what is it, doll?”

“...i want to...c-cum, please.”

He almost purrs at your words, his cock twitching inside you, rubbing at a place that made you see stars.

“...so...fuckin’ cute. remind me ta make ya beg fer it in the future, yeah?”

Before you can even protest such a thing, his pace picks up to something almost blistering in it’s ferocity, grunts and growls leaving him as he gave into the sensations your pussy gave him; you scream, suddenly not caring about what your neighbours thought, clutching at whatever you could reach of him as your body searched for some kind of purchase.

Soon his pace became sloppy, his teeth grinding in an effort to stretch himself out; something which you have no patience for. Your body was getting tighter and tighter, needing more, needing-

“Please, please Red, fill me up-”

He gasps in a shocked, shuddering breath at your words, sockets wide – before his hips jerked hard against yours, smacking your insides so hard your vision goes white, the taught spring inside you finally releasing as you cum harder than you ever have in your life; and Red joined you, his breath hitching as rope after rope of hot cum spills within you, already dripping out of you and landing with an obscene sound on your apartment flooring.

For a long while, you simply stare at each-other in silence, taking in heaving, gasping breaths; your thighs eventually start to shake as your body becomes oversensitive, an instinctive whine leaving you at the feeling – he gulps, carefully withdrawing himself from you, before carrying you just as carefully back over to the couch, setting you down with a gentle kiss to the top of your head, flopping down next to you with an exhausted gasp.

You place your head on his chest without thought, a satisfied sigh leaving you as you snuggled your cheek into him. A rumbling purr leaves him in reply, and you can feel him pressing more kisses to the top of your head.

“when...when did ya want dinner, beautiful?”

“Goodness, you don’t need to think about that – I think I have some leftovers-”

“nope. no way. not fuckin’ happenin’.”

“What? Why not?”

“i promised yer a dinner, so i’m gonna make yer a dinner.”

“...but we just-”

“don’t matter. i’m a man of my word, doll – remember when i said i was gonna make ya happy?”

“...you’ve already made me happy, believe me. And...and it goes both ways, y’know? If...if we’re really going to be together, I want to make you happy, too.”

There’s a short pause before he starts to laugh, his body shaking.

“pfft, yer so fuckin’ perfect, y’know that? i mean….jus’ bein’ with ya...that’s more than enough fer me. jus’ havin’ ya close makes me happier than i’ve ever been, y/n.”

You flush, softly elbowing his side.

“...stupid. Why are you always so damn smooth?”

His laughter continues at that, leaving you to grumble softly.

“Ok, ok….so how about a compromise? You can still make dinner, just...just rest with me for a while, ok?”

A soft, contented noise of approval leaves him, his phalanges reaching up to massage your scalp.

“more than happy ta oblige, doll.”

#sans x reader #sweet romance #he's so suave oh my god #well I think so anyway #fluff and romance #reader insert #malenchka #will he ever get to make dinner?

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