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rabbittwist · 2 years ago

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Sweet Sugar - Pt. 3

SugarDaddy!Albert Wesker X SugarBaby!Reader Sweet Sugar - Pt. 1 Sweet Sugar - Pt. 2

Summary: Strictly sauce with a little extra at the end because I wanted somewhat of an ending.

Word Count: 5k

MASTERLIST | Resident Evil List | Albert Wesker

WARNING: [choking kink, marking kink, slight praise kink, domination kink, hand kink, masturbation, edging, tooth puncture, feral sex, mating press, long drabble]

High recommendation to play during the reading. > Now playing: Streets (Slowed) by Doja Cat - 0:00/4:19

"Will I only get seven minutes?" You teased as you watched Albert's eyes glaze you over.

He gave a proud smirk at your use of his phrase as he pulled his suspenders down his arms and let them hang, "My dear, you are worth more than a measly seven minutes."

Wesker's teeth slowly began to undress one of his hands, revealing the veins that trailed down to his knuckles and around each finger. His eye contact remained as he loosened his tie with his other hand, it being discarded onto the bed and left for a later usage before removing the pairing black glove and dropping it behind him.

With a come-hither motion, Albert slowly got off the bed and stood tall at the edge, "Come here, dearheart."

Sitting up and pushing yourself off the bed, you stood in front of Wesker with your hands up on his chest and your eyes down on the floor behind him. Embarrassment coursed through your veins as his fingers slowly, seductively came up your hips and trailed to the small of your back, his voice meeting your ear as he whispered, "Come closer.." while pulling you flush against his toned chest.

You couldn't help the shiver that rolled down your spine as his hands caressed up your back and to the pretty bow that tied your dress to your body. You began to subtly tremble and press up more against Wesker's figure as you felt your bow start to come apart from his steady fingers, a soft whine passing through your lips.

"Ah ah ah, no need to be whiney, sweetness.. You'll get what you deserve, you just need to be patient just as I have been."

The ribbon came undone, matching your weakening sanity as the man in front of you seduced your mind to mush, and your core to overwhelming heat and slick. It worsened as he began to pull the corset apart strip by strip through the holes, and loosened the dress from your shaking body.

Albert sucked distinctly on his tongue before cooing softly, tauntingly above your head, "You're shaking, my little lamb. Is my touch truly making you this impatient?"

"Please, Wesker," He slowly pulled down the straps of your dress with his finger, your voice trembling as you plead, "I need it.."

"Oh, my sweet little lamb chop.. You're lucky my own patience is running thin."

You gasped as your dress fell to your feet, crumpling into a blush pink pile. You snapped your eyes up to meet Wesker's gaze, only to be met with hungry eyes that ravaged your exposed being. You were braless and wore cream stockings that were hiked up over your mid-thigh that matched with lacy pink and white panties. When his eyes finally made their way down to your breasts, you couldn't help but press up tighter to Albert in an attempt to hide.

This didn't please him, finding that out soon when he carefully grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your upper body away from his own. Your breasts perked out into his view, a pleased look adorning his face that soon contorted into want when his eyes saw your nipples perking out against his chest.

"Your body is so excited, my dear. You must be craving for something to fill that aching hole, hm?"

You began to rub your thighs together to try and cause some friction against your quivering sex, but Wesker stopped your actions with a harsh grip on your outer thigh.

With a firm voice, he backed you up against the edge of the bed and sat you down, his hold on your neck and thigh still present, "I will be the only thing you earn pleasure from. If you try and stimulate yourself, I won’t give you what your quivering cunt is craving. Is that understood?”

You stared wide-eyed at Albert from his sudden dominance, finding humility in what he said. But you sorta.. liked it. It made your body heat in such a lovely way, and made the trembling in your legs feel pleasurably tolerable. You were brought back to earth when the grip on your neck tightened, igniting a small flame in your chest.

“I said, is that understood?”

You finally found your voice and piped up, “Y-yes, Wesker.”

He gave you a dark grin, “Good little lamb. So obedient for me.”

He released the hold he had on your thigh and neck, returning his hands onto his body and stripping clean from his dress shirt. You ogled at his form, his firm chest and rigged abs heating your face and earning a satisfied look. But what caused your pussy to tingle and clench, was the blonde happy trail that ran down below his belt and dress pants, and left all to your imagination. Despite the arousal that continued to grow, your eyes found themselves back on Albert's arms, and taking in their erotic appearance. Those fucking muscles and veins.. God, what the hell is he made out of? You ran back over to his hands, a chuckle soon echoing around the room and causing you to snap your attention back into his amber eyes.

His amused smirk remained once he quieted down, flexing his hands out in front of him and turning his arms, "Is something catching your eye?"

You couldn't stop the shy smile that found its way on your lips, "Maybe.. I just can't help it, your arms look so.. god-like."

Albert gazed down at his splitting veins and muscled hands, letting your words sink in. God-like.. With a sudden idea, he relaxed his arms and leaned back down into you, resting his hands on either side of you and forcing you back just slightly.

You eyed his deviously soft grin with a curious quirked brow, "Darling, do you trust me?"

You gave him a small nod against the unsure feeling in your mind, "Of course, Albert."

"Then," Wesker grazed his fingertips against your pulse, it quickening from his touch, "would you like to feel my hands against your flesh on a much more.. intimate level?"

You felt your warm honey begin to leak through your panties, another nod coming from your head with a quick beating heart, "Yes.."

Albert paused his advances, giving you a firm look, "Yes, what?"

"Yes please, Wesker."

He smirked at your response, his eyes trailing down to your neck as his body pushed yours back onto the bed and laid next to you, "Good little dearheart."

Before you could make a noise, Wesker's hand came from behind your head and wrapped around your neck in a snug grip, his fingers pressing against your pulse. You felt your pupils dilate and your body shock through with arousal, your back slightly arching against the bed and your eyes becoming unevenly lidded. Your lips contorted into a small o-shape as you felt Albert's other hand slowly touch you from your collarbone, and down to your plumping breasts. His fingers just barely grazed your mounds as he continued his path down the middle of your chest and towards your stomach, your eyes now watching his every teasing move. When he paid no mind to your tightening nipples, you let out a soft whine and gave him wishful eyes.

Wesker snapped towards you with a sharp look, stopping his pursuit, much to your dismay, "What did I say about whining?"

You nuzzled into his neck despite the hold he had around your throat, giving him a submissive nuzzle, "I'm sorry, Albert.. Please keep going.."

"If you whine one more time, you won't get to cum tonight. Do you understand?"

You closed your eyes as you pathetically began to apologize, "I understand! I'm sorry, Wesker, I'm really sorry! Just please, please touch me-"

You gasped out and felt your body twitch when his fingers harshly pressed against your clit through your panties, a silent gushing sound coming from your soaked clothing. You curled your toes and threw your head back as Wesker made hard circles around your stiff bud, strangled sighs and moans coming from your throat.

Albert was having his own inner battle watching your body convulse and shake from his fingers' assault, his need to fuck you overwhelming his senses. As much as he wanted his instincts to take over, he wanted to prep you before you took him rough and raw, knowing you had a long night ahead and would be thankful for his teasing. The grip he had on your neck tightened when you let out a squeal, his fingers grazing a sensitive area on your covered clit, and forcing Wesker to find it again in desperation to hear your sweet cry. Upon finding it, he abused that one spot more so than the rest, earning quiet whimpers and shaky sighs from your trembling lips.

Fairly quickly, a knot began to form in your lower abdomen, and a boiling hot sensation seeping around your womb. Tears started to pool into your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure of Albert's fingers attacking your clit, and it almost made you upset that it wasn't from straight contact. But when you were about to break, your hips bucked up and a loud cry escaped from you, your thighs spreading apart and your toes curling even tighter.

"Cumming.. Cumming!"

You felt yourself gasp and your eyes roll back just when your knot was on the brink of snapping. But that wonderful bliss that would wash over you never came, and instead an empty, disappointed feeling flooded your senses when Wesker quickly removed his fingers away from your pulsing bud.

You came back to yourself and quickly looked up at Albert, your tears streaming down your red cheeks and a begging glint sparking in your eyes.

"Wesker- Wesker, you said I could cum!" You cried to him, your trembling legs beginning to ache from the constant twitching of your weeping pussy.

Albert laughed at your desperate wails, "I did not say you could cum, my darling."

Calming his amusement, he brought his lips up to your cheek and licked away your tears as a sign of animalistic comfort, "Besides, I think you would prefer cumming on my cock instead, would you not?"

You closed your eye as his tongue traced your tear trail up to your dewy lashes, cleaning up your frustration with his kitten-like love licks. Before you could respond, Albert let go of your neck and pulled himself on top of you, his golden hair falling more so in front of his eyes that held a deep lust for your body. Slowly, he sat back onto his heels and began to unbuckle his belt, pulling the zipper of his pants down over his tight bulge. Wesker placed the leather belt somewhere on the bed and unbuttoned himself, his black boxers becoming visible and looking very uncomfortable against his hardened length.

Watching your eyes eat up the image of his arousal, he teasingly messed with the strap of his boxers and allowed it to snap back against his V-line. As you continued to gaze at his bulge, Albert's eyes came down to your plush thighs that sunk against the hold of your cream stockings.

Licking his upper lip, he rubbed his excitement with edging kneads, grunting quietly from the slight release of tension, "Your thighs look absolutely delicious in those stockings, my darling. I'm glad I bought them for you when they caught your eye."

"What do you say to me for buying them all for you?"

With a silent pant for air, you dazed off at the happy trail that was only a fabric piece away from being fully revealed to you, "Thank you, Albert.."

"Good girl. For that, I think you deserve a reward, wouldn't you agree, my little lamb?"

With that, Wesker fully pulled his boxers down and allowed his thick cock to spring out of its confinement. Your mouth began to salivate at the sight of his girthy length, the slit on his tip leaking pearls of his white milk and onto the black sheets below. He smirked at your hypnotized look on his dick, a hand coming up to his dripping top and swiping the precum away with his thumb. Giving it a few teasing strokes, Albert brought his other hand up and through his hair, looking straight up at the ceiling as he brought it back down, and savoring the pleasurable touches he gave himself. You stared all over his exposed form, relishing in how tight his muscles contracted, and how his veins gripped around them snuggly to give his skin a titillating look.

Stopping his stroking, Wesker pulled away from his pulsing cock and brought his thumb up to your lips, "Open wide."

You complied, his finger entering your warm mouth and resting on your tongue, the saltiness of his precum spreading across your taste buds. Wesker felt your wet muscle lick up his arousal and savor the flavor while sucking on his thumb. He let out a guttural growl from the bottom of his throat before pulling his appendage out and over your face, letting you see the saliva that strung up and dripped from his digit.

Tantalizingly, Albert grazed his hand down your body, bringing the other up to your hip before both hands were now at your panty line. He looked up at you, silently asking if it was okay to continue, to which you gave him a small nod and allowed him to do as he pleased. The blonde only looked down to your drenched clothing before slowly pulling the hem of your panties down and over your thighs, strings of your juices connecting to your underwear. Another feral growl left his throat at the sight of your heat, wanting to so badly tear your panties away, but continuing the slow pace to keep from startling you.

With a pleased look, he gazed up at you, "You're soaking, dearheart.. So, it appears that you won't need these anymore."

He threw your underwear behind him into the pile of clothes that laid on the floor, sighing contently at your fully naked body that looked oh-so ready for his sex.

Looking back up at your eyes, he prowled onto your frame and placed his hands on either side of your head, "Are you ready for me, darling?"

You allowed your legs to rest on his thighs, relaxing your muscles as you brought your hands under his and held them. You kept your eyes on his as you brought one of his knuckles up to your lips and gave them a small kiss, laying them back down and smiling at his lust filled eyes.

"I'm ready for you, Albert."

Taking a hand away from yours and gripping the other, Albert took his hardened dick and rubbed it against your sensitive clit before running it down to your slit. He almost thrusted into your opening from how good you felt against him, his composure crumbling as he let out a gruff grunt through his gritted teeth.

Slowly, Wesker pushed the tip of his sex into your clenching pussy, a small gasp escaping you, and your grip on his hand tightening. You shut your eyes closed as he pushed his way inside of you, a low strained grunt coming from his throat and a painful whine passing through yours. He was bigger than you anticipated, stretching your leaking walls to the point where you thought you'd break as every inch made its way inside of you. Your toes began to curl again as the base of his cock widened your cunt when he thrust all the way in, a small cry gasping from your chest.

Albert gave you a moment to adjust to his size once he was finally inside, bringing his hand back to yours and holding it. You could feel every twitching vein and curve on his cock, arching your back just barely when you felt his whole length pulse through you. The stinging pain burned, yet despite the discomfort, you found pleasure in it, and felt full from him filling up your needy hole. Wesker, on the other hand, was struggling to keep from hammering into you with every ounce of sanity he had left. You felt so good, so perfect for his cock. It was maddening how divine your mushy insides were able to grip his dick against his size.

With a tight jaw, Wesker spoke to you, "Are you okay, (Y/n)?"

Fuck, how your name fell from his lips desperately. He was trying to be gentle with you despite his raging hormones, and it worsened as your eyes finally opened to look up into his dilated pupils. With furrowed brows, you adjusted your hips, earning a quiet, thick groan, and a tightening hold on your hands.

Seeing how he could barely hold back, you calmed your body and gave Albert a loving expression, "I'm okay, darling. You can go ahead.."

Without hesitation, Wesker pulled his dick out until the tip was stressing against your opening, watching your expression contort into bliss before snapping his hips into yours and earning a short airy moan from your lips.

Albert spoke strained through his teeth, punctuating his word with another thrust, "A.. ddictive."

From there, it became a series of slow thrusts into your quivering cunt, your legs bouncing against his thighs with every push forward. You began to pant and make soft pleasured moans that filled the room with the slapping of skin on cloth. Your hot slick spilled all over Wesker's cock and leaked onto his abs and thighs, his thrusting becoming more fluent with the help of your juices.

Soon, his thrusting became more primal, more harsh as his volume increased with every sharp thrust inside. Albert fucked you on the brink of being relentless, his pent up desire taking over now that he had you right where he wanted you. Releasing his hands from yours, he brought them down to your hips and held them with a deathly grip, his nails engraving themselves into your skin to the point of puncture. With nothing to hold onto from him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and crossed your legs over his waist, giving his dick more access to fuck deeper into your pussy.

You were a mess at this point; tears running, drool dripping, moans increasing. You felt your mind begin to go foggy with how hard he was screwing you, and the last thought you were able to hold just before your mind went numb vanished with the harsh snap of Wesker's hips.

The obscene squelching and skin-on-cloth noises coming from his actions only aided to the heat of the moment, amping up the arousal even more - not mentioning his grunting and panting, and your loud moans and whines. Your hands gripped Albert's shoulders tightly, digging your face into the nape of his throat and biting down onto his flesh to keep from being too loud. He let out a feral growl from your absent-minded action, feeling your small canines pierce into his skin and draw blood.

You began to lap up his red nectar like it was water, tasting his iron sweetness spread all over your tongue. Once the bitemark was cleaned from any blood, you started leaving hickeys all over his untainted neck and chest. Think of it as payback for all those times he's marked you.

He allowed you to bruise his skin with your sucking and kissing, waiting till you pulled back to quickly attack your own neck before you could examine your work. What he left all over you was worse than what he's done, or what you just did to him, his hickeys becoming purpled already from how hard he sucked on your skin. Wesker soon went back down on your collarbone, penetrating it with his sharpened teeth over and over as punishment for biting him. When he finally finished his attack, Albert stared down at your abused body and harshened his pace.

"You're mine. You will never leave this house without my marks all over your body, my little lamb."

Your hazy eyes drifted up to his hardened ambers, your voice low and filled with lustful affection as you responded, "Yes, hubby~."

Albert's hips came to a sudden stop, his chest heaving up and down from his soft panting as he looked at you with widened eyes. Your senses began to return from how long he paused, a sudden feeling of dread filling your chest as you gazed into his eyes. Did he not like what you called him?

When you were about to apologize, Wesker grabbed the bottom of your thighs, and forced you into the mating press, earning a squeal of surprise. He took a swift moment to adjust himself on his knees before plunging his dick in and out of you, not bothering to start slow. Your hands fell from his shoulders and went down to his chest, your nails scratching down his skin and leaving red streaks behind.

"My- my wife. My little wife." He muttered while pushing your hips further into the mating press.

You swore after what he murmured that hearts began to flood into your eyes. Your body grew hotter, and your pussy clenched down on his cock with a vice-like grip, causing him to practically purr out, "My little cock hungry wife."

Whining, you looked up prettily through your lashes at Albert, just barely from the bottom of your eyes seeing his hips hammering into your cock-filled hole. He quirked a brow at your pleased smile and thrusted harder, your eyes quickly crossing up and your head throwing back into the pillow. Albert smirked at your fucked-out state before bringing a hand up to your jaw and making you look at him. As soon as your foggy eyes landed on him, his lips crashed down on yours with a heated, sloppy kiss. He swallowed your heightening moans just as you swallowed his predatory growls.

Wesker's thrusting remained feral throughout fucking you stupid, achieving such when you finally couldn't find the will in you to speak. The knot in your womb had returned much stronger than before and caused your sex to throb, sucking on his dick like a pocket pussy would. When you knew you were on the brink of snapping, you shot your eyes up to Albert and began to plead like you were begging for your life.

"Wesker, can I cum? Oh, please can I cum? Please, please?"

He couldn't help the grin that formed on his lips as your voiced cracked from pleasure, rolling back his head with a gruff purr rumbling through his throat.

"Of course, lamb chop. You've been so good to me, how could I say no to my little wife? Cum. Come on- cum all over this dick like how you deserve."

From his words, the knot snapped and you saw white. Boiling heat washed all across your abdomen, and your nipples hardened from your orgasm while your back arched far off the bed and into his chest. Your eyes crossed up to the back of your head and fluttered shut once the heat pooled out of you and onto Wesker's cock just as he demanded.

Albert's dick began to twitch desperately against your flexing insides, his own end drawing near as his skin glistened with shear sweat from the city lights.

His voice strained against his clenching teeth as he bared them, eyes closing and brows furrowing, "Cumming- fuck- cumming."

In one quick movement, Wesker pulled straight out of your gapping hole and shot rope after rope of his semen all over your stomach, exerting a broken growl from his released euphoria. He kept his unrelenting grip on your thighs as his cock began to rest against your used cunt, showing off his damp happy trail and thighs from your honey. You stared at the mess you made on Albert despite the embarrassment you would normally feel, your mind still hazy from the action of being fucked dumb.

"Dearheart," Wesker breathed, earning your lazy attention, "you were utterly perfect."

You let out a shaky sigh, your eyes dropping down to the milk he spurt all over your tummy. Still having his eyes on you, he watched as you dipped your two fingers into his cum and ran them down to your clit, rubbing it into your bud to commit this moment to memory. You thought he was done when you pulled your fingers away and looked up to his focused eyes, but were met with quite the opposite when you felt his dick harden against your abused pussy.

Albert's hair was messier than before, it bouncing as he let out a husky chuckle and gazed back into your eyes with devilish intent, "Your body is mine now, my dear (Y/n), and I intend to quench my desires before the morning dawns. Get ready, little lamb, because I truly meant it when I said you won't be sleeping tonight."

EXTRA!

You limped your way over to Wesker's office, using the walls to help you stay upright on your journey. You were littered with love bites and hickeys, the rest hidden from the white dress shirt you borrowed from the floor that folded over your hands and rested on your mid-thigh. Your stockings were long discarded, your feet tapping against the cold floor before you came to a stop in front of the office.

You gave the door a soft knock, earning a muffled, "Come in." You opened the door upon his approval, his gaze never leaving the newspaper he held as you closed the door behind you and made your slow way to his desk.

When Albert perked his head up, you couldn't help the smile that played onto your face as you noticed his still messy hair from the night before. Calmly, he placed his papers down and strode over to you, placing your arms around his neck before picking you up and taking you back to his desk. A small giggle left through your lips, which earned you a quirked look from his honey eyes while he took a seat on his plush leather chair. Turning you towards the counter, Wesker placed his chin on your shoulder as you examined the tray of food placed in front of you, coffee the most prominent smell that invaded your nose.

Pulling away from his resting spot, Albert took a strand of your hair and kissed it gently, talking in a raspy morning voice, "Good morning, dearheart. I hope your rest was adequate."

He pushed over the coffee to you, offering it before you took it from his grasp and held it with two hands, "It was exceptional considering I didn't sleep much."

Wesker nodded at your answer, letting your hair fall from his hand and grabbing his own coffee cup, "I wonder why that is."

He took a sip of his caffeine while leaning back into his seat, his arm placed atop the armrest as you turned back to him with a smirk, "Oh yes, I wonder why that is, as well."

You both sat in comfortable silence as you ate the breakfast plate in front of you, Albert still reading the newspaper despite your seating on his lap. Finishing the set food, you placed your cup of coffee back down and let out a sigh of content before it got caught in your throat from the hand that was now placed on your thigh.

Suddenly, a knock was heard from the door, which drew in both you and Wesker's attention. Quickly pushing back his hair, Albert called for them to come in while placing his papers down and shifting his hands onto your hips.

Lester opened the door and peeked into the office, looking at you before his boss, "I'm sorry to interupt, sir, but Mr. Bernard Arnault is calling again."

Albert let out a gruff sigh, bringing a hand up to his temples and massaging the stressed pressure point, "Tell him that I will call back in ten minutes."

"Yes, Mr. Wesker." Lester turned to you with acknowledgment, "Miss (L/n)."

The assistant left the room, softly closing the door behind his dismissal. You turned back towards Albert with a questioning look before saying, "You don't have to put him on hold for me, you know."

Wesker turned towards you, his arms returning to the armrests of his chair, "I understand that, but I need to make sure my wife is stable enough before I go off to my duties."

You felt your cheeks flush with red, but still held your confidence as you responded, "That depends on if my husband is okay with sitting here for ten minutes."

Albert gave a soft scoff at your comment before shaking his head, "You're very lucky I tolerate you."

You teased him with your tongue sticking out, "I'm your little wife, of course you tolerate me."

With a curt nod, you continued, "You're also very lucky you can't knock the brat out of me, because then your life would be no fun."

Wesker quirked his brow up at your statement, soon leaning down into your ear and warning you with a dangerously low voice, "Don't start something you won't be able to finish, dearheart."

"Oh, but I can, Wesker."

Albert tutted at your brattiness, soon running a hand up your body and to your neck before giving it a light squeeze, "You will be begging for mercy under my desk if you don't knock this sudden brattiness off, little lamb chop."

You turned your head towards Wesker, meeting his predatory eyes with a confident smirk, "Make me."

With his own knowing smirk, the grip on your neck tightened and forced a small whimper out of you, his eyes never leaving your now faltering orbs.

"Seven minutes, and that's all I can spare to play with you."

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borathae · 1 month ago

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Can I be horny?

Because I think about dominant bottom yoongi a lot. Like I can’t only imagine as he presses your face against his puckered asshole, wrists tied behind you, kneeling on the floor, and you have no other direction to go to other than his hand pushing you against his ass tongue fucking it.

Instead of whimpers it’s deep grunts and phrases praising how disgusting you are to getting up off of eating ass. Maybe he’d had you laying down on your back instead. Switching between fucking your face down your throat with his dick or telling you to stick out your tongue while he rides it.

You’d be wearing those double ended strap ons and feel it rub up against you as he rides it. He’s do that growling thing or mumbles profanities, “look at you making your master feel so fucking good” or “C’mon. Show me what a good girl you are fuck me harde– ARghh fuuuhhh goooodd fucking girl ah” all while fucking up into his own hand himself telling you’re not allowed to touch unless you make him feel good.

Maybe he could be fucking his own dick. Like a replica dildo because he knows his is the perfect shape for you and it’s the only one you want. He’d fuck his own cock “no wonder you love being such a slut. Shit I didn’t realize how talented my baby is at taking fat cocks.” Or “You like it when I fuck you deep with this cock, huh. Yeah, me too.”

He’d get all dick drunk, eyes rolling back, not even at the feeling of his prostate being rubbed and abused or his hand fisting his shaft, but seeing you just as whiny and crying for a mere taste of his real thing, being forced to watch him pleasure the very thing you want inside of you and more.

And as he comes, you wait your tongue out awaiting for his taste to envelop you, he’d come on his abdomen or maybe point it to a puddle on the bed. He’d catch his breath and murmur to you to lick it up. And as you do, he’d pet your head, caress your cheeks, point your chin up at him with his semen on your tongue and sucks on it. Kisses you deeply, but slowly. You’d try to push for more despite your limited mobility, but he holds your hair and licks all crevices of your mouth. Spit and any other fluids shared from earlier dribble out of both of your guys’ mouth as he pulls away. “You did such a good job making me feel so good. You wanna feel good too, huh?” And he’d spend just as much time if not more with you recreating every position he was his with his own cock/dlido until you’re down to just a mindless cocksleeve that he adores and cherishes, bathes and kisses, cuddles and praises when it’s all over.

And then y’all wake up and have jajangmyeon that he made or some shit. I dunno.

I think about DomBom Yoongi a lot…

AND I BLAME YOU BECAUSE I WAS NEVER A BOTTOM!YOONI FAN UNTIL YOU!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MOVE ON NOW 😫😫😫

FIRST OF ALL YES TO EATING JAJJANGMYEON AFTERWARDS!! this is so so so Yoongi coded 😭😭 please I actually love him so much 😭😭

also fndsfn the licking cum off his stomach part is so hot to me fnadsnf it's so sensual and intimate I might actually bite him tbfh 🥴

ALSO LISTEN!!! I WILL NEVER APOLOGISE FOR MAKING YOU A BOTTOM!YOONGI LOVER!! IT IS THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE!! like I love that your brain really went "imma fucking haunt you now" and I thank you for sharing your fantasy with us 🤪 we are indeed one big house of whores on here and I stan this energy 🤪💜

this is for you 💜

#asks #anon #yg thirst #thirsty thursday #tw: long post

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kiliinstinct · 1 year ago

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The Colosseum: Chapter 2

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Pairing: Nalu Rating: M

An update? To this fic? Sacrilege! How dare I update this after the years I've left it untouched? I promised I'd update it this year and update it I have! Also, thank @genavere for me. She beta'd this.

The funny thing here is the opening to this was literally done a week after I posted the last chapter. I can't believe it took me so long to get the rest of it. Whoops.

Note: There is a “different language” being spoken here. I wont make a translation key- as, I’ll be trying to detail what needs to be understood in the writing itself. The language used is not created by me, but is a Draconian Text used for some Dungeons and Dragons game. Warning: This story is going to be the darkest thing I've ever wrote- but this chapter is tame. For the most part.

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‘Tir ti enel-’

Princess Hisui had yet to learn the translation, but felt it had to be a form of insult. An exhausting week passed since she first visited the imprisoned Draconians, and despair settled deep in the Princess’ bones. All attempts to speak to the couple ended the same: the blonde silent and staring while the male growled and repeated the same phrase again and again.

She recalled Faust mentioning the girl knew the common tongue and heard her speak it once--for a brief moment. Hisui hoped she would hear it herself, possibly ask if the girl the Emperor named ‘Lucy’ could translate and speak on the couple’s behalf.

No such luck.

All attempts at conversation failed, and Hisui changed her tactics to something more direct than talk: Action. When she was permitted to see them, under the guise of study and curiosity-- she ordered her men to carry small items the two could use.

Usually it was food, stolen from the tables at supper or the pantries when her own guards dared to mingle with the cooks. Other times, fresh water, bandages, and, one time, even blankets. None of which were enough to be noticeable. Faust’s men didn’t check on them nearly enough, but any bit they were able to gather was far better than the rags that covered their stone beds and the scraps that had been deemed ‘meals.’ The Fioran Princess had yet to see if these small gifts helped. She worried they ignored the given food, but hoped it would, in the end, earn their trust. Even if just a little.

‘Tir ti enel!’

The man - Natsu, he was called, yes?- merely kept repeating himself no matter her efforts. Today, she considered giving up and stop risking the tentative peace. There were bigger worries to focus on than two slaves, and perhaps being left alone was what he wanted, she mused.

Halfway up the stone steps, disheartened by the lack of progress she had made with them, she tried to stop her dismal thinking. As the heir and daughter of the Fiore throne, she would face greater challenges than this. It did not matter if they wished for solitude, freedom was what they deserved. A Fiore was just as stubborn as a Draconian, and made of a strong will, too.

Gathering her confidence, she took in a deep breath and counted to ten. A few more breaths and her will was set once more. She turned back, determined to try again with more fervor. They would have to accept her at some point, right? She hoped her stubbornness wouldn’t lead her to a fool’s errand.

They had already begun to eat their next gifted meal. A surprising amount of Natsu’s portion had been passed through the bars to cover Lucy’s plate and with it, another blanket. He seemed to intentionally give most of his commodities to his partner, keeping only a little for himself. And while this sight was heartbreaking to Hisui, she also recognized it for what it truly was: a good sign. Could she consider that progress?

Another step closer and the male froze in position, a piece of bread halfway to his mouth. He tilted his gaze back to her and hissed low, spitting the phrase out in a mantra.

Hisui steeled herself, she wouldn’t back down, not this time, “I apologize, but I still don’t know what that means.”

Hisui hoped that maybe enough mention towards their obvious language barrier would lead to one of them explaining. But he only rolled his eyes in response.

When he moved in front of the small window of his cell, the scales along his skin glimmered, reminding her of his heritage. She wondered at Lucy’s scales, having barely glimpsed them during their debut battle. In comparison to the red that dotted Natsu’s skin, hers were lacking in luster, blending in with her skin. She wanted another glimpse, perhaps another chance to learn, but the woman was unwilling to move into the light. She kept herself shielded in the shadows, or against the wall of their joined cells, hands clasped in his.

It was…Tragic.

There was no better word. Many could be said, but tragedy covered all in a neatly packaged bow. One she wished she could unwrap and return to the sender.

They didn’t deserve this. To be locked up. Forced to fight. Away from their home: their friends and family– they had more than just themselves, yes?

Hisui chewed on one of her painted nails, ignoring the taste as she observed them. What more could be done? If she freed them of her own volition, war could be declared between the Empire and Her Kingdom.

Fiore was not in a position to handle war. Not now. Not against Faust. Helping them escape was the best option, but one Hisui couldn’t do. Not directly. Her people depended on her: Were depending on her. If she didn’t secure this alliance, everything could go belly up within a few years.

That or her father would be forced to send her off to marriage, locked behind protocol and politics to serve as another man’s trophy. While nothing like the situation the blonde Draconian was in, Hisui felt a surge of empathy. Anything, but that. She despised the thought of a marriage of convenience. Her father ruled the Kingdom just fine on his own, and while she would be the future Monarch, Hisui was confident in her abilities to do the same.

But if it meant the slow decline of her economy and the people she ruled over? Worser still, if Faust offered himself as a marriage candidate… She flinched, biting the nail to the quick. Tears stung the edges of her eyes and she sighed, staring at the two Draconians who never once took their eyes off her.

“I don’t suppose you two have ideas on how I can earn your trust, do you?” She asked without expectations. They’d given her nothing so far, why believe they would now of all times?

But Lucy looked upon Hisui through the fringe of her hair. Her eyes shimmered and her shoulders grew lax as if coming to a decision. For the first time in a week, she looked to consider Hisui’s words.

“Nomagqe jaciv ui-ulph - uh… telling the truth?” She sounded it out slowly, unknown words mixing with known, and Hisui hoped the unfamiliar sentence meant what she thought it did.

“Yes,” she urged, stepping closer to the bars in excitement. “Yes, I’m telling the truth, I swear!”

Lucy looked to Natsu, fingers clutching his own, and her head nodded. He growled in response, shaking his head wildly. “Thric, Lucinia. Thric. Jaciv wont klae hesi gewjtok ominaki.”

Hisui couldn’t tell, but something in the way he glowered from the corner of his eye made her believe he was judging her for something. It was clear, then, that Lucy was the one she would need to convince first.

What had Natsu called her? Hisui knelt to her knees, ignoring the dust of the stone floor coating the white of her dress. She considered grasping the bars, but at Natsu’s warning, she withdrew.

Casting a glance back to the entrance, her guard, Arcadios, kept careful watch. His tall, armored countenance filled the exit, ensuring her privacy: good. Nodding to him, she reaffirmed her resolve, sweeping her gaze back to the caged girl in silent hope.

“... Lucinia?” She asked, “Is that your name? I’m Hisui, the Princess Of the Fiore Kingdom. I promise, I am not related to Emperor Faust or his Empire in any way.”

When Lucy flinched, Hisui immediately regretted her words, “I’m sorry. I won’t say his name again.” If that really was the cause for her reaction, Hisui thought to herself, hoping it wasn’t the use of her name that did it. “Would you like me to call you Lucinia?”

She waited with baited breath, desperately trying to read Lucy’s expression. Would she finally breach the barrier of their language and talk to her? The silence settled around them with the dust and cobwebs. Hisui’s knees began to sting from the rough surface of the floor,but she would continue to sit there until her time was up, if she had to. Anything to make them realize she meant every word she had said.

Unfortunately, time would never be on her side.

“Milady,” Arcadios whispered from his station, “Faust will start to wonder if we’re gone too long. We need to leave.”

Disappointment filled her, but still she did not move. “A few more moments, please.”

She allowed silence to fill the room until she felt close to drowning, waiting in hopes of some connection. Please. Please. Give me something.

Natsu was the one to respond, snarling as he reared up against the bars. It was futile as he couldn’t reach Hisui from the inside, but she understood the meaning. He wanted her to leave. The sooner the better.

She sighed, disappointed she couldn’t make further headway, but stood to meet his eyes. They were dark, but lit up with flecks of gold. As if a burning fire simmered beneath the surface. Hisui wondered how they would look in the light of day.

Defeat quickly burst through her earlier confidence, shoulders slouching. Perhaps she was kidding herself, or hoping for a miracle in too short a time. She would simply have to try again and again and. Teeth grinding tightly against the other, a shock of pain jolted through Hisui’s jaw, pulling her from her negative thoughts and straight to a decision.

“Take me back to my rooms, Arcadios.” She ordered, straightening her stance again. She would have to freshen up before being subjected to another hour’s worth of Faust’s boasting. The taller man nodded, no longer filling the exit with his tall frame, but pushing the door open to wait for her.

Hisui’s heart was heavy. There was a sickness in her veins as she turned her back on the two draconians. She felt so useless. Of course they wouldn’t trust her. The most she could do was place nice and that was far from what they deserved or wanted. Fighting back a sting of tears, she continued to contain herself, a desperate attempt to stand tall and appear strong. The emperor was not allowed to see her weakness and neither were they. Not now. Of all times.

Taking the lead, she moved to the open doors, barely nodding to Arcadios as she passed, taking the steps with tears of shame prickling the edges of her eyes.

Two steps up and a meek, tired voice echoed up behind her, freezing her place.

“Lucy is fine,” the female Draconian whispered, followed by the disgruntled snarls of her partner. “Lucinia ui for wux, Natsuth.” The threatening growl cut off at the reprimand and calmed in an instant. Hisui felt a new hope soar.

Finally!

Relief flooded through her and she smiled. A foot in the door was better than none at all. She left with a lighter step and renewed vigor. If her patience could earn that, she was confident she could handle anything. Even Faust.

Unfortunately, within a few hours, Hisui grew to regret that confidence. While she kept her joy hidden—cradled in the depths of her mind for motivation, Emperor Faust was an entirely different beast that hammered away at her mental armor.

Lunch was atrociously wasted. Not only had she changed clothes to hide the stains on her previous skirts, she even prepared an entire spiel of lies detailing the morning she had to keep him from the truth. Yet despite these attempts, not only did she not have the stomach for the meal presented before her, it was all dishes she’d specifically stated weren’t to her tastes to begin with. (Hadn’t she explained before that she preferred a vegetarian diet? Why have deer placed before her? Her stomach rolled at the memory.)

Was this the hospitality Faust boasted? Or an intentional opening to antagonize her?

Faust was nothing but narcissistic. Any compliment to his rule, his non-existing wits, and the beauty that was his cherished Colosseum, left him monologuing for too many candle marks. Hisui couldn’t wait for his tour through the gardens, the beautiful flowers overshadowed by the battlegrounds looming overhead. Anything was better than listening to him brag.

The facility's gaping maw was a dark stain against the greenery, revealing the true stain of Faust’s empire, a direct dichotomy to the pure white of the castle stone.

If Hisui wasn’t careful, she’d blow her cover from her expressions alone, grimacing at the sight each time his back turned. He created a broad silhouette she had to choose between staring at over the other. Wearing shoulder pads that created an illusion to his stature, she realized everything about him felt like that: an illusion. His robes were thick, draping across the ground to collect every twig and leaf along the way, much like his beard at the lunch table. As he prattled on, he would fall into fits of manic laughter. It echoed through her skull, while his sweeping, once cleanly brushed beard dragged along the ground with his cloak.

How he managed to traverse his own halls without overheating was a marvel. A testament of his age that he needed the constant warmth of his rich furs? Perhaps. But he was too stubborn to let the passage of time send him to his grave. Hisui cursed the gods for such a slight.

“Tell me, Princess,”–Faust’s sudden change of demeanor gave her pause, pulling Hisui from her thoughts and settled to a neutral, practiced expression–“You appear distracted. Whatever could be more fascinating than this?”

“Oh, am I?” She dismissed the claim with an airy wave, “Forgive me, I’ve been here for some time now, but the sights still feel like a giant maze. Your gardens are simply too majestic, Your Excellency.”

“Ah, but they pale in comparison to the battlegrounds.” His gaze searched her own, filling Hisui with a searing dread. “Tell me, have I allowed you to view the actual grounds yet? Or has it only been from a distance?”

“I’ve had a wonderful view from the Nobles box.” Her answer was an honest one, but hid the horrified thoughts shrieking in her head. Don’t take me there again. Not again, please no-

“Hah! A great view it is, but it doesn’t quite pack the same punch as standing in the middle of it all. Perhaps we should-”

One of his advisors, Byro she recalled, cleared his throat. His short, boxy frame came to her hips, but he looked even smaller next to the Emperor, who barely inclined his head to acknowledge the man. “What is it, Byro?”

Hisui pursed her lips together, staring at the advisor with a raised brow. The man in question, looked beyond her as if she didn’t exist, coughing behind a gnarled fist as he bowed before Faust, words oozing with false sincerity. “I’m sure we can schedule a time to explore the Colosseum grounds further,” He answered calmly.

Relief surged through her veins. This was just the pause she needed as she frantically considered the best way to decline Faust’s invitation before it had been uttered. Bile rose in the back of her throat as she sucked on her bottom lip, fingers delicately pulling at the seams of her gloves as she considered the least insulting options.

The advisor continued, unaware of the turmoil in their guest. “Unfortunately, we don't have the time today. My apologies, but there are still many things to settle at court before dinner.”

Faust narrowed his eyes, his entire countenance darkening as the older, balding man, tensed. “Change the schedule.”

“Mi…milord?”

“Have you grown deaf in your age?” Faust barked, spittle ejecting from his mouth. “I said CHANGE it. Whoever needs my attention can wait or join the gladiators.” His eyes narrowed to slits beneath unkempt brows, voice lowering menacingly, “As could you, if it pleases me.”

“Y-yes..!” Byro’s short stature was quick to move, bowing deep enough to almost knock his head into his knees. She spied his shoulders shaking as he shuffled off. “Right away, my apologies!”

Not for the first time, Hisui was glad she had diplomatic immunity. At least, she hoped he wouldn’t risk war by subjecting her to the same terrors as his own men.

The couple down below gave her a swift reminder that even those outside his borders weren’t safe. But then, couldn’t the Southern Denizens come to reclaim their own? Or were the two Draconions not important enough for war? Hisui wished she could find the answers. If only they’d speak with her!

Changing their route to follow the pathway towards the looming shell of the Emperor's pride and Joy, the Princess felt her lungs drop deep into her stomach. Perhaps, Byro had the right of it. and it was she who was the unfortunate one. Immunity or not, she would rather be rushing back towards the Palace like him than being subjected to viewing the field of battle once more.

“Pardon me,” she said, tongue twisting on her words as she attempted to find the best way to phrase herself, “but is there really that large a difference to see the grounds close up, as above it?”

She still remembered the sights from the giant box seats he’d brought her to before. The view was far enough to be safe from all manner of weapons flying out of bounds, but close enough to see the brutality up close. She still remembered the bruised and battered bodies of his contestants, ferally attacking the others in a desperate attempt to have one more day to live. While the crowds screamed and cheered for their favorites, who swung their chosen weapons She noticed the wildness in their eyes, the sweat pouring rivers down into them. She couldn’t hear it, but she could see the way they gasped for air, hoping for any source of energy that would allow them to prevail.

While the crowd and their emperor saw a test of honor and show of strength, she saw men and women, clinging to life in any way possible. A horrid show and testament of the human conscious. She dreaded going any closer to those grounds than necessary.

“Tch, of course there is.” Whether she showed her discomfort or not, Faust didn’t notice or care, beckoning her to look forward with a sweep of his draping sleeves, “How can you truly feel what my gladiators do if you can’t experience it from their perspective?”

Oh, I have a pretty good idea what they feel already,she acerbically thought.

But any further attempts to dissuade Faust went ignored. It didn’t matter if she feigned a yawned, asked for the time for dinner ( “I’m dreadfully hungry-” she’d said, answered only with a “You’ll enjoy your supper when you get it then, won't you?”), or dramatically pointed to nearby ruins of the older palace’s location in excitement.

At least, she hoped it sounded excited, and not nearly as panicked at the prospect of having to enter the Colosseum once more.

Unfortunately, that was also rebuffed.

Faust stared disdainfully at the old remains as if it could shrivel it into non-existence. “An old relic of a bygone age. It’s useless to think about and holds no purpose. Now, quit dawdling, Princess! We’re almost there.”

Yes, she deflated, that’s what she was afraid of. Her gaze trailed back to the old tower, curious as to Faust’s reaction to it. It looked to shrink from view the further they walked and a flash of gold moved in the underbrush alongside it. Hisui blinked, confused, but the flash was gone. A reflection from a broken window, she figured.

There wasn’t much time to consider the ruin further as the Colosseum’s shadow stretched over them as they walked. Her mood darkened, distracting her away from those thoughts. Its archways gaped like giant mouths, beckoning its prey in as its next source of sustenance. She had nightmares of its entrances, swallowing her up with the screams of its warriors and victims. The dungeons had been the closest she dared to venture, and now, she had no choice, but to follow Faust into her waking nightmare.

Without a crowd, the arena was a void of silence. Hisui felt stifled by the air as she observed the open dome. The stands were pristine, constantly swept and washed down before guests filled them, now bare and open for a future she didn’t wish to see. The grand seats were juxtaposed by the dirt encrusted arena still full of dust and debris from past battles. The comparison from one to the other left Hisui breathless.

Walking through the opened gates felt like being thrust into the jaws of a beast. Faust proudly strolled in, unaware of the monster he’d created and Hisui shuddered, eyeing the portcullis gates that loomed overhead as she passed, shackling her down as good as any irons. When they breached the open air, brushing aside bits of wood and iron stuck in the dirt beneath their feet, she eagerly looked up into the sky, clinging to its open expanse as a source of freedom.

Anything to ignore the oppressive weight of the arena as it swallowed her whole.

She forced air into her lungs, swallowing thickly passed the sharp, intense fear that settled in her bones. This was not an area she ever wanted to enter. Not from this angle, but he seemed undeterred. He was giddy, in fact, with arms widespread, strolling to the center of the grounds like a child exploring a toy store. His grin wide, teeth gleaming in his excitement, eyes almost mad in delight.

Her steps were slow, out of pace with his own, reluctant to go further than needed, but this displeased him. After he spun around, eyeing his beautiful arrangement, he lashed out, grasping her wrist to drag her close enough to smell the rancid sweet oils in his beard. Each breath an overpowering and nauseating sign of its misuse.

“Do you see now?” he guffawed, staring back to the box that held his own seat. “The view from here is entirely different! Here, we are the center of everything, the center of beautiful battles for life and death. You can feel their stories from here, can’t you? The glory of their deaths? Look around. It’s astonishing!”

Her mind whirled in disgust. Disdain spilled from her lips in an exclamation of horror that was bit back in a sudden fit of coughing. Clearing her throat, she commented on the dust in the air to use as her scapegoat and willed her expression to remain neutral. Her eyes burned as she resisted the urge to scrunch her nose, willing herself to follow Faust’s direction.

Broken spears and a glint of old arrows were buried in the dirt, colored in the red of rust and dried blood. They dotted the landscape and Faust beheld them as one did an extravagant painting. He was right that she could see their stories, dotted in every gash and blunted knife around them. What he saw as a glorious tale of honor and entertainment, she saw as a grueling struggle of preservation.

“Yes,” she whispered, voice hollow, “quite…astonishing.“

“And just think,”–Faust’s voice was too close, whispering in her ear. She bit into her lip to prevent a scream, stubbornly resisting the urge to shove the Emperor with enough force to cripple the older man’s knees. His gnarled fingers moved to brush along her throat, raising the hairs on her skin–“if you were to battle here, weapon in hand, you could be part of it. Your enemy is just ahead, dauntless in his task to take you down before you strike. All… just…to please me.”

What…was he saying? Hisui finally found her voice, hissing harshly, “You threaten war with that fantasy, Emperor Faust!”

The air became clear in an instant. The touch of his fingers lingered as he stepped away, giving her space as he chuckled, eyes whirling in amusement. Digging her nails deep into the palms of her hand, she turned to face him, anger flashing in her green eyes.

Digging her heels into the dusty earth, she planted her hands against her hips and stood her ground. Now wasn’t the time to reveal any weaknesses, nor the fact that her entire body was strung up tight to keep from quaking.

His smile widened, “You’re a beautiful girl, my lady. An old man can’t help but envision what could have happened if your Kingdom was at war against me. I’ve seen you practice bladwork with your own men. You’d have been an excellent actor on this stage of mine.”

Hisui swallowed down the bile rising in her throat, “...But we’re not at war.” She cautiously reminded, ignoring the loud voice screaming in her head. A fire burned in her heart, wishing against all logic that her words could be false. What she wouldn’t give for a chance to stab him in his grisled heart–

His laughter echoed around the stadium–a crackling sound that felt like the bones of dead warriors had sprung to his throat. “No, we are not. Aren’t you lucky?”

The atmosphere shifted again as he stepped away, giving her more air to breathe, more time to think and less defenses to put up. Turning back to the wrought iron gate they’d entered, he motioned for his guards to follow after, laughing each step of the way.

“I’m sure your guards know the way back to the palace,” he said, derisively, “but I'm tired of our visitation. Enjoy the view, Princess, we can discuss this more later.”

Somehow, Hisui felt she was being provoked. His back presented a glaring target and her own dagger, nestled against her hip, burned. Could she move quick enough, yes, but that would be the end of it. His guards versus her own would end poorly, and assistance from home was much too far to enlist.

It was a target that mocked her and he walked with confident strides. Almost as if he knew her imagined fantasies of jabbing her knife squarely in his hunched back.

It would take Hisui many minutes before she moved again, paralyzed by the feuding emotions that rattled inside her brain. Arcadios, having advanced as soon as Faust left, found her that way and approached as one would a frightened animal.

He gleamed in the sunlight, white armor blinding as his hair grew flat from sweat. The sun gave no partial judgment to the nobles or the damned. He stood before her and waited for an invite to come closer. Even at that distance, she could see the anger swirling in his eyes, the gnashing of his teeth to hold back his words.

When she didn’t acknowledge him, he chose to go against protocol, brushing a hand against her face to bring her back to reality. She flinched at his touch, hand reflexively moving to grasp her weapon, but he caught her just as quick. “Your Highness,” he attempted to sooth, fingers smoothing out the creases on her forehead, “He’s gone. For now, you can breathe again.”

It all came out in one exhalation, voice quaking as a sob cracked through her frozen throat. All the strength left her, and she clung to Arcadios in an attempt to brace herself. Her knees buckled under the weight of her myriad of emotions. Just what was that? What was Faust trying to do? Had she been threatened? Did he know what she had been trying to attempt with his prized prisoners?

Hisui struggled to breath, unaware of the way Arcadios wrapped her in his cloak to drag her out of the arena. Her men, waiting at the entrance, took their places around her, all matching the captain’s expression of outrage. Their knuckles white against the pommels of their swords, and the tension from them sought to shackle her. She needed air. More air. More than they could provide! As the looming mouth of the stadium disappeared behind her, she wildly looked for an escape. Anywhere she could that didn’t involve stuffy, marble halls or the watchful gazes of Faust’s soldiers. She’d rather bite off her own tongue and die!

Spying the ruins from before, she grasped the only source of peace she could find. Faust had looked upon it in disdain, angry at a relic whose history was hidden from her. The only place that was safe from his maddening eyes. He wouldn’t go there. Not now. It was perfect. “Take me there!” She ordered, fingers grasping into Arcadios’ armor, ignoring the way the harsh metal bent her nails, “I can’t go back, not yet!”

They couldn’t get her there fast enough. Each step felt like an hour as her mind went racing through the altercation in a loop. She wondered if there was a deeper meaning to his words, and the recollection of his proximity made her skin crawl. If she could claw it off she would, desperate for the effect to no longer exist. The tower, though dilapidated with age, was comforting. It was askew to the ground, leaning over as vines reached out in an embrace to pull it into the earth below. An old stone bench stood adjacent to it, as if overlooking its slowly decaying walls. Hisui made for that seat, pushing out from Arcadios on wobbly legs, ignoring the underbrush that clung to her dress and legs. It was thicker here, allowed to take over what was once a beautiful watch tower, and she inhaled the wild grass and sticker bushes in desperation. All but throwing herself onto the bench once she was close,and finally allowed herself to decompress.Her posture shifted, hunching over to gasp for air and allow hot tears to well up and drip down heated cheeks. Arcadios and his men followed, but kept a proper distance, giving her the time she needed to piece herself back together. They secure the perimeter, all eyes on the gloomy, pristine palace that housed a tyrant they all wanted to kill. Was peace and proper trade routes really worth this?

Hisui gulped in oxygen like it was water, fingers rubbing along her shoulders as if to wipe away the filth of Faust’s presence. Was it like that for the two Draconians locked away? Had he approached Lucy in such a way? Had he touched her like that, too? What fury must they have felt? What sickening desolation? She would have to be careful in her next visitations, she knew that, but this occurrence only fueled her resolve further.

She would get them out. Even if she had to risk war. Oh, how she’d relish the end if it resulted in that bastard's death!

So engrossed in her thoughts, she almost didn’t catch the sounds behind her. A gentle rustling in the brush that could have been the wind, except there was none. Perhaps she heard footsteps or the padded feet of an animal, skulking away, or perhaps one of her guards had deigned to come closer and check on her. There were many conclusions to the sound, but her paranoia was on a hair trigger.Brandishing her dagger in a swift jolt, she spun to face the–

Too slow.

A hand, much larger than Foust’s, grasped her from behind, clenching her windpipe just enough to provide force but not rob her of air. Another hand grasped the top of her own, preventing her from slashing out as a low, almost familiar growl reverberated behind her.

For a historical moment, she thought Natsuth had escaped his cell and was rampaging, but the snarl was too deep to be his.

And the hand–eyes shifted downward, too large, and glistening in golden, angry scales. Not Lucy…but… Another draconian? She tried to speak, but the grip tightened in warning, cutting off her words.

“Tir ti zhen, munthrek!” Hisui didn’t know the words, but she knew a real threat when she felt one.

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ravenwitch45 · 1 year ago

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Imagine if Stella and Bayonetta met, and thanks to their personalities, they clash and this witch ends up on this demoness's shit list.

For the fun of it all, what words do you think are being spoken to each other here? What script would you write for them? (Well, apart from the whole 'Flock off, feather face'-schtick! 😖)

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And if you want to up the ante further, what do you think would be Stolas's thoughts if he were observing this all?

(I mean, 'bread and circuses', am I right?)

Oh lord Bayonetta would drag Stella for filth like nobodie's buisness, I know Stella is pretty vicious herself but Bayonetta is a whole different beast, like "Punch you into oblivion for endangering her girlfriend's soul" vicious, speaking of Alarune, I could easily see Stella reminding Bayonetta of her, entitled, bitchy, talks way more trash then she should. Now being a bitch ain't gonna make Bayonetta murderous, but oh some shade to be thrown around so let's do this.

(PS I'm very sorry this took so long XP)

I could see this happening with a random run in, Bayonetta's strutting about (In her Bayo 1 outfit cause I fully believe she brings up her old looks up at times) Checking out this quaint little piece of the Inferno she discovered recently, Stella's on a shopping trip she happened to drag Stolas on, cause it's not like she's gonna carry those bags herself and they happen to walk by another, Bayonetta barely noticing the dysfunctional pair aside from Stolas's owl like qualities, Bayonetta a bit fond of owls considering Jeanne's owl within but she struts along, not intending to start a conversation.

Stella on the other hand, takes note of Bayonetta's very provacative skintight outfit, and since she judges everyone she feels entitled to speak it, "I must say it looks like your trying to impress someone" Stella says looking back as Stolas sighs, Bayonetta stopping in her tracks before gracefully turning on her heel, narrowing her eyes at the hen "You know, I believe in wearing what I please, and I hardly care what you think, and why should I? In that outfit, I don't think you have the right to judge others fashion choices."The witch states matter of factly after looking over Stella's gaudy dress and tiara, getting a fuming glare from the demoness

Stolas silently steps back as Stella goes off into a rant about her status, and how disrespectful it is to treat her like that, pointing her finger accusingly at Bayonetta as she approaches her, who just sighs, pulling out Scarborough Fair and firing a precise shot to shut Stella up, the bullet whizzing past her face and leaving a hole in her feathery hair, Stella too stunned to respond as Bayonetta walks up to her, getting in her face and saying "Flock Off Feather Face" before turning around once more intending to leave it there.

That is until Stella grabs the nearest thing that's not nailed down and throws it at her, Bayonetta of course turning back and dodging it, fully glaring at the actual attack this bitch just tried, kicking away another projecttile, Stolas trying to tell Stella to stop but she of course doesn't listen, not like she ever does, again berating the witch for the disrespect walking back up to her and trying to slap her before getting her hand slapped away with Scarborough Fair, which actually hurts making her look at the very pissed off witch who just sighs once again as Stella clutches her arm "What's that phrase again? Oh Right. "Fuck around and Find out" I'd say you take that toheart, if you have one, cause you do not want to find out how I get when I'm actually angry~"Bayonetta states with a smugly threatening tone, looking the demoness eye to eye as the Umbran Sigil flashes overs her's, Madama's Butterfly's laughter echoing and only Stella hearing it as her eyes go wide as she steps back a little in surprise and a bit of genuine fear.

Stammering and attempting another rant before she get's tongue tied and with a huff Stella storms off "Your going to regret this slight! Come along Stolas!"Stella demands only for Stolas to cross his arms as he drops her bags "I don't think I will, cause frankly this has been the most enjoyable part of my day."Stolas admits with a glare, only making Stella bite back a frustrated scream as she grabs the bags off the floor, glaring back at the two as she finally leaves, Stolas sighing as she does.

"I must apoligize for Stella, she believes she has the right to insult anyone, trust me..."Stolas says tiredly, Bayonetta approaching him in a much friendly way "Not your fault your... sister is such a bitch?"The witch states with a tone and raised brow to make it clear she's guessing "Wife actually, not willingly mind you, far from it" Stolas admits awkwardly, "Oh, well then I hope your in the process of divorcing her"The witch says bluntly making Stolas chuckle "Trust me I am. I must say it was nice to see someone stand up to her, not many do"

"Well I do suppose I have a habit of putting some entitled people in their place, it's enjoyable at times at least"Bayonetta jokes, earning another chuckle "Prince Stolas by the way, it's an pleasure to meet you Miss...?"The prince greets offfering his hand "Bayonetta, or Cereza, I go by both, take your pick"The Witch says, shaking his hand "I'll go with Cereza, quite a lovely name" And over all it ends up a pleasant encounter for these two, Stolas inviting her over for tea some time when ever Stella is away.

Also little bonus I thought up, if Stella sends Striker after Bayonetta, she just sees his blessed weapons and nearly falls over laughing, like she's gone toe to toe with the cardinal virtues and won, she'll be pratically insulted someone thinks some enchanted trinkets could bring her down XP

#ask reply #helluva boss #bayonetta #stella goetia #stolas goetia #my writing i suppose XP #The Umbra Take The Rings!

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transsexual-dandelions · 6 months ago

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Supernatural is an unparalleled media experience,

cas and dean broke the will and control of god to have any kind of relationship

(“gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day” real line from the show I’m not making this up)

Here is my. Short version

Castiel was never supposed to stick around in the series. Just a couple episodes and then gone. He was such a fan favorite episodes without him did horrible. Several times. (See: season seven death)

Damn near canon bi dean winchester (see: porkys two reference in uh 4x05 monster movie, he has a male siren when other male characters had women)

“I Guess i just thought sooner or later, I’d go out the same way that I live— pedal to the melts and that would be it. […] there’s things, there’s… people, feelings that I-I-I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time […] maybe there’s more to it all than I thought”

Dean gave cas a mixtape of his top thirteen Led Zeppelin tracks (deans parents met and fell in love over a shared love of Led Zeppelin)

Castiel’s first words of the series were “dean winchester is saved”

“When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost”

Cas had a genuine conversion therapy arc for Heaven. Was forced to try and kill dean. Dean is beaten bloody and goes “cas, I need you” the original script said “I love you”. You decide which is gayer and let me know. It breaks cas of the conditioning and does not kill dean.

The gay love between cas and dean broke the will of god. I am not making this up. This was the only universe where cas rebelled against the wishes of heaven and joined Sam and Dean. “Came off the line with a crack in his chassis” - god himself I’m not lying (see: end of 15x17)

Cas died at the end of season 12, for the first episodes of season thirteen, which is referred to as the widows arc by the fandom, dean is genuinely sick with grief, with irrational behavior and genuine depression and a canon suicide attempt

Dean has a heart felt moment about cas where they filmed a scene of broke back mountain. Do with that what you will.

We all know the infamous coming out scene of cas in 15x18 (was initially named the truth, got changed to despair). Cas has a very gay moment of confessing his undying love to dean to save his life (long story). Right before the scene was filmed, actor for dean winchester Jensen ackles gave his phone to a crew member to record the scene (context for fandom phrase of “jackles drop the tapes). The editing of that scene is extremely wonky. Cas says “I love you” and Dean just goes “..don’t do this…” which has given mixed signals for some fans. The Latin American Spanish dub for that scene changed deans response to “y yo a ti” (“And i to you”) (see: jokes about rogue translator)

Series finale, dean winchester is one again sick with fried comparable to season thirteen widows arc. He is killed by vampires that wear masks and rip rhe tongues out of their victims and they themself do not speak. This means nothing. (Lie)

Dean and cas are frequently paralleled to sams female partners throughout the seasons (season one, after sams girlfriend dies he has nightmares about her, sees her when she’s not there) (dean sees cas when he’s not there after he “died” in season right). Season five, Lucifer appears to Sam in the form of Jess to try and trick Sam. He has done this with other characters and their romantic partners. It’s only ever been romantic partners. 15x19, Lucifer appears as cas to trick dean.

Cas had a personal Heaven that included pictures of dean shirtless, never shown but was written in a script that was bought.

Dean winchester taught a lesbian how to flirt with a man

For the show rhat is entirely supposedly about the relationship of two brothers, they did not use the oldest pair of brothers, Cain and Abel. Instead, Cain had a wife he killed. Dean receives the mark of Cain, making him similar. Dean lives and parallels the events Cain had, where Cain was consumed with rage and tricked into killing his wife after a series of events, dean nearly kills Castiel in a similar manner. They didn’t even cast Abel. They did not talk about him.

In various scripts that were received for the last few episodes of the series, with out of character plot lines, many scenes were marked as redacted or omitted.

THE PIZZA MAN MONTAGE there was a joke of cas watching porn that was like a chick fuckinf the pizza delivery guy, “if she truly loves him, why is he smacking her rear” and then cas kisses a girl really wel and says “I learned it from the pizza man”. The beginning of show recap shows those row moments and then every scene where dean ate pizza.

There is a long running symbolism and motif of angels (especially cas) being associated with lights in many ways. When dean is free from the narrative and the will of god, he undergoes dental surgery and while high off his ass he has a fever dream of doing a tap dance routine with a lamp. At the end of the episode, a character is dancing happily with his wife in the kitchen. Dean states longingly through the windows and says “I’ve always wanted to learn how to dance”

There are so so many more I could talk about, this is jsut off of the top of my head. Supernatural is an unparalleled media experience there is nothing like it. Truly. If I had more time and energy I would do a more in-depth explanation. I hope this serves as a well basic and rudimentary explanation of the nature of the show.

Vote destiel !!

Edit: this isn’t everything you have to understand that. This isn’t 15 years worth of lore. This is the very beginning

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justasimp1 · 3 years ago

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Fezco x F! Reader.

Fluffy February with Fez>>

Her Arrival

Your weight shifted after the knock on the door echoed. There was a quick shuffling of locks before Fez opened the door. His eyes lit once he saw you.

"You're back?" His arms engulfed your body. "The trip ended early" You whispered, taking a deep inhale of Fez's scent. He smelled like weed but what stuck out to you was the faint lingering of perfume.

You were already on edge about Fez cheating on you while you were away. But you tried to not let the secretly insecure thoughts win.

Your stomach churned when you heard a female's voice. "Is this safe to eat?" You immediately stopped hugging Fez to look a the girl behind him.

She had long silky blonde hair tied into a bun and plump lips. Fez's shirt was covering her delicate slim body. "Interesting..." Your smile dropped. You swallowed the building feelings, affecting your eyes.

"No, that Ash's- Faye sit yo' ass down somewhere" Fez groaned, his hand rubbing over his nape. "She ran out of clothes" "Mhm" You did a light chuckle, trying to hide the awkwardness.

"Who are you?" "My girlfriend. Now sit-" "I didn't know you had a girlfriend" Faye tilted her head, holding a hand over her mouth. Fez grumbled under his breath.

You didn't want to admit how much a phrase could hurt you. You moved your hand away before Fez could grab it. "I only wanted to say hi. So I'll -uh- leave" You mustered a smile. "Oh only just a' hi?' A flash of hurt struck over Fez's eyes. "I guess so" You muttered underneath your breath.

That was the first time you meet Faye. She was pretty and nice. But Fez never gave context on why she was there. The last thing you wanted to believe was that they were hooking up and it got serious.

So when you came back unexpectedly, she couldn't go anywhere else. The thoughts would eat you alive. Leaving a burning sensation clouding your vision. Memories drip off your cheeks in salty beads.

Your thumb hovered over the green circle. You finally pressed the buttom, sending your phone into a light hum. Fez quickly answered like he'd been manifesting a text message. "Hi" You let out a quiet sniffle.

You wanted comfort. You wanted answers. You wanted reinsurance. All you wanted was Fez.

"You doin' alright?" Fez spoke, his tone laced in utmost concern. "I just-" "I'm hungry" Faye loudly groaned. Her voice far then closer as she continued her small argument with Fez.

"I'm sorry. What were you saying?" Fez pinched his temples. You could hear him closing the door to his room and shuffling back down onto his bed. "I think we need to talk" You said after a deep inhale and a shaky exhale.

Fez froze. "About what?" His throat tightened. "Do you think you could come to my house tomorrow?...without Faye" The mention of his newly found leech gave Fez a hint about the situation.

"Yeah I'll come" "Okay thanks" You hurried and hung up. You stuffed your head inside your pillows, hugging the fluffy casing.

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A soft knock came from the front door. You gulped, whispering quick affirmations. You fixed your hair and adjusted your attire.

You opened the door. Fez's eyes scanned over your body. Warmth bleeding from his cheeks, dripping onto his heart. "Hey" He smiled, looking at your impeccable beauty.

"Hey" You wanted to return the smile but your mind wouldn't let you. When Fez walked into the house, the atmosphere turned tense. Fez grabbed a hold of your hand, leading you to the couch.

His hands slide down to your hips, bringing your body down to his lap. Your knees sunk into the couch on either side of Fez's thighs. You straddled his lap as his lips found yours.

Pure bliss took over your body. Fez's tongue twisted with yours. His hands send waves of peace on your skin. Your heart was thumping against the bone cage surrounding it.

His fingers were roughly shaped but he made sure he was gentle with you. The pads of his fingers leave a trail of goosebumps on your hip and jawline.

Your forehead pressed on Fez's. When the kiss stopped you muttered a brief on his lips. "We should break up?" Your eyes instantly found his, analyzing his body language. Fez looked heartbroken but he kept staring at you.

"Do you want to?" "I just said we should" "Do you want to?" Fez studied your slump posture. "Is this about Faye?" He then asked.

You felt like an open book with Fez. His hands always brushing over the crisp pages, eyes attentively skimming over the pages he's read a thousand times already.

"Fuck Y/N" Fez threw his head back. "What do you expect? I come back to a random pretty girl, I don't know about, living with you" You sighed, feeling the tight bundle of feelings build.

"I love you and only you"

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lunaticsandidiots · 3 years ago

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flag & forehead kisses

read on ao3

synopsis: flag’s a forehead kiss man

pairing: rick flag/gender neutral reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fluff, smut if you squint (there’s like 1 paragraph), mentions of anxiety, mentions of violence, post corto maltese!flag (so i guess it’s lowkey a fixit?)

a/n: god i miss him so fucking much

Flag was never a man of too many words. His father raised him in his own image, to be a strong, stoic, silent man who only ever opened his mouth to acknowledge orders, or to perhaps bark them, when he reached the rank to do so, but never to express his feelings. Feelings, according to Rick Flag Sr, were a weakness. His son did not have weaknesses. Until he met you. Since the day he met you, all Flag wanted to do was tell you just how much he loved you. But he never learnt how.

Sometimes he’d get so wrapped up, so tongue tied and speechless and giddy all he wanted to do was rip out his own heart and gift it to you, if that was what it took for you to understand. Of course, this wouldn’t work in reality, a point you’d had to drum into him many a time with your hands held tenderly over his heart, thumbing at the faded scar. Instead, his pent up feelings of admiration and love trickled out in small, sweet, physical gestures, like a kiss to the forehead.

It all started with the sweet, romantic ones. Not long after you first got together, Flag had called you up to ask you out on a date. He’s not the most expressive guy in the world, but you could hear him holding his excitement back as he stumbled over the details of a messy plan. Luckily you managed to catch the key phrases to piece the puzzle together yourself - ‘finished work early’, ‘7pm’, ‘pick you up’, ‘darlin’. Even after he ended the phone call, Flag still found a way to make you giddy.

His fist rapped against the door right on 7, and the hollow, wooden echo agitated the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. The sight of him waiting at your doorstep, with his cropped, brown hair neatly slicked to the side, and his defined physique trying and failing to modestly hide behind a tight, patterned button-up, and the delicate bunch of roses clutched in his sturdy hands, had taken your brain and turned it to jelly, though luckily his excitement was palpable enough to fill the silence. He showered you with compliments too exuberant to fully process as he swept you into his arms and planted a strong, amorous kiss against your hairline. All you could do was sigh a big, love-struck, doe-eyed,

‘Hi’.

It wasn’t long after this, that the gesture became Flag’s little secret signal, a simple motion to encapsulate his feelings too deep and complex to express with words. He also appreciated the simplicity of the gesture. There were many occasions where, if it were up to him, he would have stayed in bed all day with you, listing off all the things he loved about you and all the reasons why. But due to the nature of his job, copious mornings were started with an impatient phone call from Waller, demanding his presence at Belle Reve immediately, and though it wasn’t the favourable outcome for either of you, Flag felt relief at the knowledge that even if all he had time for was a quick peck to your temple before he was dashing towards the gates of hell, you’d know exactly what he meant.

Sometimes, Waller would keep him chained to the job from the crack of dawn until well after the sun had set. You always tried to stay up for him, sometimes to greet him with the table set for two, sometimes with a tumbler of whiskey and a cuban cigar, and always with open arms and listening ears.

But sometimes, after a long day of working and a long night of waiting, you just couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. But even in those instances, you would feel yourself being gently stirred from your sleep at some point during the night by a strong pair of arms. Sometimes they’d scoop you up from the couch and tuck you into bed. Other times they’d snake around your waist, accompanied by a warm, familiar body wrapping around you from behind. And following the arrival of those strong arms, always came a firm, but gentle kiss to the top of your head. You weren’t always awake for it, but even then, you could always feel its warmth shimmy its way through the layers of sleep, and the comfort it brought you made you feel as though you were sinking into the mattress.

There were a handful of occasions when Flag wouldn’t come home, to cradle you in his arms and plant that silent, reassuring gesture at the top of your head. He had warned you of this possibility a good deal before this ever happened, that due to the nature of his job, sometimes he’d be gone for a few days. Flag took utmost care to explain to you as much of the nature of his job as he was legally allowed, and told you not to worry - sealed with a kiss. But that didn’t stop you.

The first time it happened, your legs ached from constant bouncing, your bottom lip was bruised and raw from constant biting, your nails were chewed down beyond a healthy level and you didn’t think you’d ever been that sleep deprived in your life. You had no idea where he was, what he was up to or when he’d come home. Or if he’d come home at all. Your hand sprung up and clapped itself over your mouth to muffle the involuntary scream of anguish that escaped at this grim possibility.

The sound of the barrel turning in the deadlock on your front door turned your blood into ice-water. You could feel the thoughts pounding at the edge of your skull, begging and pleading for it to crack open and you couldn’t tell if that swirling black hole in the pit of your stomach was rage or relief. The edge of your shoulder collided painfully with the sharp corner of the door, though you barely flinched at the imminent bruise, as you flung yourself into his arms.

A long, monotone wail started to thrum in your vocal cords like the world's loneliest, saddest cello playing it’s accompaniment for the otherwise silent stream of tears cascading down your face. ‘He’s okay’ you reassured yourself. ‘He’s okay, he’s okay, he’s okay’, ‘I’m okay darlin, I’m alright. I’m here now sweetheart’, his deep, slightly southern drawl took over your mantra of consolation. You let the vibrations of his resonant voice wash away your angst, your head pressed securely against his chest as he whispered reassurance after reassurance into your hair, peppered in between fervent, doting kisses.

There were several kinds of forehead kisses within Flag’s small mental rolodex of affection. Their differences were subtle, almost undetectable to the untrained eye, but for the two of you, each pace and pressure spun a completely different love story. The short, sweet pecks to your hairline often succeeded a lighthearted jest. A slightly longer one, accompanied by the presence of his hand against the small of your back sung silent words of encouragement and affirmations of safety.

There was one, however, that he rarely exploited in public. The last time he did, a lecherous, unseen force seemed to have wrenched all strength from your knees and beckoned your eyes towards the back of your skull, momentarily possessing you until you had successfully whisked him away to somewhere secluded and boldly found a new home for your hand in his slacks. The way he let his lips linger on your skin to mutter amorous praise, only just loud enough for you to hear conjured such vivid memories you’d swear up and down they were a lucid dream.

It was the same kiss through which he would growl his most salacious devotions into your hairline, kissing down your face until your foreheads were glued together with sweat, your open mouths swapping spit and carnal cries of pleasure. The same kiss that preceded his grunting and gasping and babbling of exaltations as he rutted deep inside you, lewdly exclaiming that your body was heaven as he buried himself even deeper. The same kiss he dusted all over your face after pulling you into his arms under the blankets, whispering every iteration of ‘you did so good for me darlin’ until you fell asleep.

You loved them all for their own reasons, you’d tried many times and passed many hours by trying to decide on a favourite, until you came to the firm conclusion that there cannot possibly be just one that tops them all. Flag could never bear to tell you that you were wrong, but the way that this one kiss made him feel was tangible proof that there could indeed be a favourite. And funnily enough, it technically wouldn’t have occurred without Waller’s hand. It was another instance of the devil woman plucking Flag away from his routine, away from safety, away from you, to dangle him over the boiling cauldron of danger for a few days in the name of patriotism.

Your beloved Colonel returned home a few days later; sweaty, dirty, wounded, and stumbling straight into your arms. By this point, this song and dance was far from your first rodeo, so the first aid kid was ready and waiting, sitting proudly atop a fluffy towel next to the shower. If Flag didn’t know you like he did, if he wasn’t as exhausted and vexed as he was, if he had his wits about him, he may have protested or tried to shut down your petting with a wall of ‘i’m fine’s and ‘don’t worry sweetheart’s until you gave up and went to bed. But he was spent. And you were you. So he let you coax him into the shower. He let his eyes flutter closed and wearily smiled as he melted into the feeling of your fingertips scrubbing his sandy scalp. He let you sit him down on the couch and he gladly accepted the tumbler of whiskey shoved into his hand as you perched yourself above him on the arm of the sofa to patch him up.

You took a little longer than you knew you needed; the slow, nonchalant sequence of his eyelids drooping shut with a goofy grin, then flying open again ‘just to get one more good look atcha babe’ told you he was in no rush, and no great pain. You had just enough bandages to finish your handiwork, applying the last one as tenderly as you could while making sure it would still do its job to keep the deep gash on his forehead closed. And right next to it, you placed a slow, gentle kiss on his soft, tanned skin. Your hands cradled his face, drawing soft circles around the peak of each cheekbone with your thumbs. Flag looked upward from behind his eyelids and inwardly thanked the lord your hands weren’t near any of his pressure points, for if they were he was sure you’d be convinced he was going into cardiac arrest. It was right there that he decided that he was truly yours forever, and planned to make good on that the second he was physically able again to get down on one knee again.

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clueless-airhead · 3 years ago

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Everything Stays

Leona knew himself better than people thought he did.

notes: This is more of a character analysis I did for Leona in the form of a fic.

you can also read this on ao3.

Lazy. It was something Leona heard a lot, if not always. The comment would be followed by a simple shake of the head and a click of the tongue. No matter who he met, the conclusion they had of him always ended up being the same. So unoriginal, the lots of them. Leona could recite their next line easily without tripping up once. It went along the lines of: he could have been so much more if he stopped being such a lazy twat and actually got something done. Or maybe it was: he talked all this about never being good enough because of being born second but really if he just put more effort in, things would turn out differently. So on and so on.

Who knew? There was no difference to it anyway.

They talked as if they had all the insights and understanding of the situation. They talked as if they had been walking miles and miles in his shoes. They talked and he could make out the condescending tone behind their eyes and lips. Maybe they tried masking it, maybe they didn’t. Either way, he could smell their patronising attitude from miles away.

He couldn’t be bothered to care about it. But he used to, in the beginning. He tried explaining himself. He was not lazy. He did try, albeit a long time ago. He did try to do everything that was expected of him. He did try to go far and beyond the mould they put him in. He did try again and again and again. Only to be beaten by the same thing over and over and over. It was tiring and hence, better to just let everything stay in a place where nothing changed for better or worse. Where there was no expectation and he wouldn’t be coming back with crushed hope. Wouldn’t it make you want to give in if you had been beaten down by the same thing over and over again for the whole of your existence?

Yet, the words that came tumbling out were more messy and incoherent than he would have liked them to be. It came out all wrong, twisted by his audience and spun into something far too different from the original. It wasn’t quite some time later before he figured out that they couldn’t understand, couldn’t care less about his excuse. It was always about never trying and doing enough to them.

So he dropped it all together. They were right to a certain extent anyway. Half of the truth was still the truth nonetheless, wasn’t it? Leona was the reason behind his own downfall. Only he was the one who could pull himself out of this misery. Only he was the one with the key, the one to end it all.

But he didn’t. So they kept on talking, buzzing in his ears. Wasn’t it all such a shame for someone of his potential, his calibre? Wasn’t it all such a pity that he could easily be what he wished if only he tried? Wasn’t it, Leona?

You should know better, Leona. Keep on trying and you’ll get there eventually. After all, failure’s a part of the process but if you gave up now, it would be all for naught. Why subject yourself to this when you only failed a few times?

Keep on trying. Keep on fighting. Just keep on.

Over and over again. Same phrases, same expressions, same attitude. All the same as if nothing could ever change and he’s doomed to forever be stuck in this constant loop. Where he was content to stay fixed in time and everyone was jabbing at him, trying to get him out of his slumber. Where he didn’t have the heart to change but everyone was screaming at him to.

Why bother? Why try? Why do any of it when he knew all too well the result?

And why would they care anyway? Who was he to them and who were they to him? They were not tied down by blood like Falena was, so what gave them the right to poke their noses in his business. Maybe if he kept pushing and shoving, they would get the hint and let go. Just like pretty much almost everyone in his life. They would get tired of it sooner or later, would see how pointless and futile it was. Maybe they would understand why he never bothered with anything anymore.

And it would all for the better. Everything would fall back into places like how it should before. It was all getting too much for him to handle anyway. More than he could afford to care. It was bothersome, too tiring.

Better to just go back to bed and ignore it all. Sleep the worry away or whatever they said. Wouldn’t be the first time he tried running away from his problems and it sure wasn't going to be the last time it happened.

Lazy Leona, lazing around in his delusion, sleeping until the drowsiness burnt a hole in his entire being. Too caught up in his own head to realise he has half a foot sticking into the grave.

Lazy was all he is and lazy was all he would ever be.

Arrogant. Spoiled. Entitled. He should take a closer look at himself first before placing blame on the rest of the world. Leona groaned. Leona whined. Leona complained about all of these so-called “unfair” cards that the world has dealt him. Had he never stopped once to see that many would kill to be in his shoes? Had he never thought that many would kill to be born with the same privilege as him? To not grew up starving? To not have to fought for your existence?

If he could see, he didn’t say. If he could tell, he didn’t show. Instead he simply indulged in it all, sitting on the mountain of riches handed to him at birth while simultaneously running his mouth off about how much he hated it all. He's a contradictory. A hypocrite, the worst of them all.

Truly, compared to the rest of the world, his problems seemed trivial, childish even. In the end, was it not just a title that he based his anguish on? How much more status and power could he possibly want? When would he be satisfied?

Even Leona himself did not have an answer to such a question. Maybe he would stop once the crown was firmly placed on his head. Maybe he would stop once he has stripped himself clean of the “second” title.

Or maybe when he finally let go of the past that has been holding him by the throat. Stopped being hung up on feeling he would never be good enough, never be as valued or be on equal ground as Falena no matter what.

Yet, knowing was one thing while changing was a whole different story. Leona was a prince, second to the throne, second to his brother, second priority to everyone in his life. That was what has been drilled into his head for as long as he could remember. And it was not something that could be fixed with some simple words of encouragement.

There was no easy way out and Leona hated the thought of changing to in an almost vain attempt to please the world. So he dug his heels into the sand and bared his fang out at the world. He isolated himself inside the high walls, shooting down anyone who even thought of tearing it down. Clawing at anyone who dared to come close enough within his reach.

If the world never lent its hand to him in times of need, why should he bother doing anything for it anyway? Why should he make the first move while they could have the luxury of sitting back and scrutinising him to decide whether he was worth the scraps of love they were offering or not?

No, it was much better to torment them with the dreaded image they had of him in their mind. It was more satisfying to be the spoiled, entitled brat that lord over everyone without a care of their beings. It was easier to be the worst version of himself.

All that Leona knew was that it’s an endless flight down to the bottom of the pit and he’s taking every single person down with him.

Selfish. Cruel. Apathetic about anything but himself. It was so much like him to brush off his deeds and carry on with his life as if he had done no wrong, could do no wrong. He never once said sorry, never once apologised. All that left is bitterness lingering still on the tip of his tongue and swollen pride plaguing his heart.

And if the guilt that was weighing him down ate him up more than he cared to admit, he wouldn’t dare to show it. Wouldn’t dare to tear out this part that was still soft and tender inside him out for the world to see.

He had put too much of himself out on display for the world in the overblot, any more would mean leading everyone closer to see the truth of his nature. And Leona couldn’t have that, couldn’t afford such a weakness to be held against him. He was pathetic enough already as it is. They did not need to know how vulnerable he truly was.

No, there’s an image he needed to maintain. A facade he needed to keep up. As long as he kept on going, kept on ignoring the pain of what happened, he was still at the top of the food chain. He was still the unshakable one that none dared to mess with. The one that was untouchable. Only then was respect thrown his way. Only then could he feel the power he so desperately wanted at the tip of his finger. Only then would he not be reminded of how truly scared and lonely he was.

Did it matter whether it was for fooling everyone or himself? Did it matter any longer?

So, as long as he existed there would be no apologies. As long as he existed the remorse would never resurface. As long as he’s still Leona Kingscholar.

Would it matter if doing so could lead to him losing the only person who has stood by his side? People came and went. It was only natural none were here to stay for the long run. People would leave eventually once they figured him out anyway.

Because that was all Leona was ever good for. Wielding words sharper than knife and twisting the handle of it into the flesh of everyone around him.

How do you like that, Ruggie? Does it hurt? Is your mouth too dry to keep licking my boots? That was your finest talent, too.

Unleashing his violent tendencies and destructive nature everywhere he went.

Hand clasping tightly around delicate throat. Feeling skin turning to grainy sand under the weight of his power. Seeing the pleading expression and hearing voice laced with fear but proceeding without care anyway.

What was he doing back then? Who could tell anymore.

Ruggie was not the first to suffer nor would he be the last. Those who dared to stand by him would all come out wounded eventually. And eventually they would grow wise enough to leave.

Yet Ruggie stayed. Stayed even after the near death experience.

And Leona was too much of a coward to say anything nice about it. So, he carried on with his life like normal, acted like normal around Ruggie. And the two of them went back to how things were before, normal. For normal was good and normal meant everything was still fine. And if everything looked fine on the surface, he could go on another day living in ignorant bliss. Even if it wasn’t, even if everything has been way past the point of being fine.

And he knew, deep down, he would have to own up to his actions some day. A day in which he could never be ready for no matter what. All that Leona knew was running away. He did that with Falena and there’s no stopping him from doing the same again. No stopping him from being on the run his entire life.

Yet, maybe this time it could be different for once.

Leona was selfish, lazy, and cruel. He was the worst of the world moulded into a single person. He was not something anyone would ask for but he could try to be something they would want to keep around.

Just this once.

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona character analysis #cin writes fic #me back at it again with making people like leona more

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quixotic-writer · 3 years ago

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Truth or Truth?

Request: Anon

Summary: Q and Sal are in a double punishment. Q is hooked up to a lie detector and is forced to answer questions about his relationship with his girlfriend who just so happens to be Sal’s sister. Whether he likes it or not, the truth will be revealed.

Warning: Smut ahead!

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“Well, seems both Sal and Q have lost the episode.” Murr announces to the cameras with absolute joy that for once he wasn’t the one being miserably punished. Sal and Q nod their heads in defeat and chuckle out of fear of what awaits them on the stage beyond the curtain of the theatre they were stationed at for the day.

“Which means a double punishment is out there waiting for you guys.” Joe says with an equal level of glee as Murr.

“Can we just get to it now, I'm sweating buckets and I just wanna get this over with.” Sal says as he wipes his hands on the sides of his pants to rid his palms of the sweat that was building up.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get you guys out on that stage!” The two men are laughing as the other two did as they were instructed. There on the stage were two chairs. One of those chairs was next to a table filled with wires and equipment, the other had rope surrounding it. Sal and Q both look at each other with eyebrows raised in question of the curious set up. “Sal you will be taking the chair on the left, Q you get the chair on the right next to that machine we’ll get you hooked up to.” The minute he heard the phrase ‘get you hooked up,’ Q knew exactly what the boys had in store.

He complied without saying anything, it was a punishment after all and it’s not like he could evacuate or run away anywhere. He watched as Sal was sat in his chair and tied up good and well to it.

“Guys I thought this was a double punishment. Why am I just being tied to a chair and Q getting hooked up to a lie detector test? What are you gonna do? Ask him how many times he’s fantasized about fictional women while jacking off?” Sal laughs. Little did he know what the guys had in store for this special use of the lie detector test.

“So our buddy Q here has been dating Sal’s sister – (Y/N) – for quite a while now.” Joe said with a toothy grin on his face. They watched as Sal’s face dropped immediately to shock and disgust.

“So we’ve hooked Q up to a lie detector test and we’ll be asking him a few questions about their relationship.” Both Murr and Joe were laughing. “But wait! It gets better!”

“There’s only one audience member besides us here.” When the lights brightened slightly, rows of chairs could be made out now in their line of vision, and so could the one solitary audience member sitting front and center: (Y/N).

“That’s Sal’s sister!” Murr says with jubilation. You could watch the color completely drain from Sal and Q’s face.

“That’s right Sal, you have to look at your sister and your best friend as we ask all these questions and you have to hear the honest truth about it all no matter how dirty.” Sal was freaking out wanting to break free of the constraints that bound him to the chair. He was begging and pleading for anything else as the two winners of the episode were laughing at his fruitless pleas. Q had his face in his hands and his face was regaining its color in only a single shade. He was red as a fire engine knowing exactly where this was about to go. He lifted his head slightly to be met with the eyes of his lover. She sheepishly waved with a smile and he did the same.

“There’s no escaping or compromising a punishment Sal, you lost and this is what you get!” Sal had stopped thrashing and now had his eyes set on the ceiling staring off into nothing. “Let’s start with the first question!”

“Let’s start easy: Have you ever kissed her,” Q huffed as his eyebrows furrowed together. What a silly question, “With tongue?” And there was the searing bit and his expression was wiped clean off of his face.

It was early on in their dating days, they decided on a movie night at Q’s place. It was warm and cozy, intimate and serene. She had her head resting on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around her, holding her in close so that he could be closer to each and every piece of her. Because they were together for only a short time at that moment, Q feared making moves as to not upset her and cause a rift between him and Sal. It was already hard enough getting Sal warmed up to them, it would make things worse if he accidentally made a move she wasn’t comfortable with and Sal would have even more reason to disapprove of what they had going on. So while he seemed relaxed, he was actually freaking out on the inside.

That’s when their eyes locked on each other, her hand was placed gently on his cheek as she smiled and started inching in closer. Her hand was moving in closer and he went with it, seeing as all the signals were there and he was given the green light. Their lips met and he could taste the popcorn on her lips, he went in for another, and another. She felt addicting, he loved it and wanted more. That’s when her tongue traced along his lips, he hesitated.

“Don’t be so stiff B. I know you want more.” She whispered against his lips. She was right, that’s when things started getting heated. He brought her onto his lap, she was then straddling him and their lips met with each other once again, parted and allowed their tongues to intertwine. He could taste her so much better and he knew he was in deep.

The rest of that evening was truly memorable.

“Y-yes.” He answered honestly.

“He’s telling the truth.” The polygraph reader spoke as he watched the readings carefully. Sal’s face contorted in disgust as laughter echoed through the theatre.

“Next question: Have you done it on Sal’s bed or in his house?” Q squeezes his eyes shut.

“Brian I swear, you better think long and hard about how you answer this. You have house sat for me many times. If you say yes.”

Sal was away on a comedy tour and to go visit his mom. Q was handed the responsibility to watch over his house and make sure that everything was kept clean. Sal stated that he didn’t mind if he stayed the night at his place if he ever drank or if he just felt like it, so long as everything was kept in proper order when he came back. That much Q could do. He never said anything about his girlfriend being over as well.

It started as it always did: chilling out in the living room. They were playing Mario Kart together and the competition was getting heated. Nothing made Q happier than having a girlfriend he could play video games with, especially competitively. Both of them already started playing a little dirty, bumping each other playfully, blocking their view of the screen during important jumps, and so on. They were having the time of their life until she took things a step further.

As they were on their second lap, she sat on Q’s lap and started circling her hips. Q had a hard time focusing on the screen now that something else began to catch his interest. She kept going and she could feel him starting to grow hard under her. He bit his lip to not moan and show weakness and focused as much of his attention on the screen as best as he could.

“(Y/N). T-that’s cheating. You play… Dirty.” She had her eyes on the screen and now added noises as she gyrated her hips.

In the end, Q crossed the finish line first and ended up winning.

“Well, B. Looks like you won.” She said with a devilish smirk on her face, “I guess you’ve earned yourself a prize.” She slithers down to her knees and settles between Q’s legs as he sits on the couch. She pulls down his pants along with his boxers as his member throbs in front of her eyes. Q’s lips are already parted as his breath hitches at the sight before him. She licks her lips and immediately takes him as far into her mouth as she could. He lets out a low groan as his eyes close to take in the sensation.

“Fucking hell baby.” He says as his hand goes to the back of her head as his hips start to work and fuck her mouth. He was already aching for release as she was grinding against him, so his inevitable end was already building up like a skyscraper. “(Y/N). Sweetheart. God. You’re gonna make me cum.” He was at the edge of absolute euphoria, he had control of her as he tangled his hand in her hair and guided her faster up and down his cock until he shoved her down and released in her mouth. “Swallow.” He commanded, and she did exactly that. All evidence of his climax gone. He pulls her up for a kiss before lifting her and allowing his feet to carry them to where he would now be staying for the night: Sal’s room.

“Do I really have to answer this one?” Q asked as he began sweating profusely as he remembered each sensation pertaining to his answer.

“Hurry up and answer! You’ve never had problems talking about your sex life before tough guy.” Joe criticizes.

“No.” A blatant lie and they all probably knew. This answer was proven false after the polygraph interpreter stated so. Sal was glaring at Q and Q dared not make eye contact at that moment.

“You guys have ravaged my house for a punishment before, but SEX in MY HOUSE?!?! Not only that but WITH MY SISTER?!” Q wanted nothing more than just to disappear.

“Next question. Oh this one's good!” Q closed his eyes again, bracing himself for the next question, “Had she ever called you daddy?” His cheeks felt like they were on fire now. “Not like how you refer to yourself when talking about your cats either. You know exactly how we mean it.”

The room was filled with the sounds of the bed frame squeaking and moans eliciting from open mouths along with steamy breath that stuck to their skin. Q was thrusting his hips roughly into her as she raked her nails down his back, leaving her own mark on him.

“You like that baby? Like when I fuck you hard?”

“Yes! Yes!” Her words felt like they were being forced out of her with each snap of his hips as he hit just the right spots to drive her crazy.

“Yes, what?” He asked her as he slowed to an agonizing pace. She wrapped her legs around him to try and speed things up, bringing him in closer despite knowing it wouldn’t do anything until that one word was uttered. “C’mon (Y/N). Let me hear it. Yes, what?” His hot breath fell in her ear and sent chills through her and she could feel her clit throb as she bit her lip and moaned at the authoritative tone.

“Yes daddy.” His hips picked right back up as the familiar sound of skin on skin began to echo once again in the room. “Fuck I love it when you fuck me like this. Harder. Please, daddy.” Each time she said it, it brought him closer and closer to climax.

“God I love when you call me that sweetheart.” He licked his thumb and began rubbing circles around her clit as he continued working his hips against hers. Whining as she felt her climax begin to wash over her, Q wasn’t that far behind as he began to grunt and moan with each thrust as he felt her tremble beneath him. “Gonna cum baby, you’re so perfect.”

Q wondered if the air conditioning in the place was even on. If it was, they needed to crank it if not his shirt was sure to be drenched in sweat by the time this punishment was over.

“Uuuh.”

“Not an answer buddy.” Q really didn’t want to answer this. He could feel Sal’s gaze boring holes into him. He knew how his best friend felt about his relationship which is why he never said a thing about their sex life like he had with previous relationships. He respected Sal that way and always made sure to treat his sister well. But the pickle he was in now was making this dynamic extremely difficult.

“I uuh.” He was choking on words. There was no sense in lying, but maybe, just maybe if he believed hard enough he could trick the lie detector into believing he was telling the truth. He took a breath, said over and over in his head that he was telling the truth, steadied himself, and “no.” He tried saying it with honest conviction.

“A lie.” Yup. He definitely wanted to crawl in a hole now. All three of the other men were hollering at the answer. Q looked at (Y/N) and she was just as red as he was but she was laughing. He wasn’t sure how she could be laughing at this moment, but for some reason it put him slightly at ease knowing that this wasn’t torture for her like it was for him.

“Okay last question Q.” Sal had been mostly silent for the last few minutes and Q just knew that Sal wanted him dead or something else. He was lucky there were restraints holding him back because god knows what would have happened if he wasn’t. Q was mentally bracing himself for something absolutely revolting that he would have to answer for, something that would really make Sal lose his mind. Dildos, sneaking off on tour together to have sex, road head, he was ready to answer for it and face the consequences. “Do you love her?”

It was early in the morning and sun peered through the windows of his house. As he opened his eyes, there she was. Her eyes closed and her breathing steady, all the cats were curled up around her and all were surprisingly still asleep as well. She was dreaming and he knew it. Seeing her so peacefully asleep made him happy. It wasn’t only that. It was knowing she was happily asleep in his bed, next to him that made his heart flutter and burst with joy. Waking up and seeing her was unlike anything he’s ever felt.

He crawled out of bed carefully. In the kitchen he began to cook up some breakfast for them and also to feed the needy little kittens. As he was at the stove, he heard her shuffle in. He looked over his shoulder and saw her, eyes hooded and still half asleep, a little smile tugging at her lips, hair covering most of her face. She was just the most beautiful person ever and he couldn’t think otherwise.

“Morning sunshine.” He says with a smile on his face, voice still groggy from waking up.

“Mornin’ B.” She made her way over and hugged him from behind, leaning on him as she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply smelling his morning musk and the food that was cooking. “Smells so good.” She mumbled. His heart was just exploding and he couldn’t stop smiling.

As they ate breakfast, she spoke most of the time and that was just how he liked it. He never tired of her voice, never tired of hearing her talk, never tired of being around her. She noticed the dopey look on his face as she spoke and she stopped and gave him a bit of a side glance and a smile.

“What’s with you this morning Bri? You’ve been acting all mushy. Not that I'm complaining or this is out of the ordinary.”

“I just like hearing you talk.” He said truthfully. “And it’s just–”

“–I love her.” He spoke with a smile on his face. “I really do. No doubt about that. There’s no one else I've been more in love with than her. Every part of her. Good and bad. I love her.” He looked her in her eyes, recalling each countless moment they’ve had with each other. Every time he was around her, he felt like a high schooler again. So bashful, so in love, hopelessly so. There was no one else for him.

“It’s all true.” The polygraph reader spoke with a smile. Sal looked at Q, then looked at his sister and saw them just entranced with each other. Hearing everything Q had to say was true made his anger quickly slide away. He wanted his friend to be happy, he couldn’t keep them apart. Despite thinking this was an absolutely terrible idea at the start, perhaps this changed things.

“That’s it Q. Interrogations over.” Both men were released from their punishment prisons and were left to face each other.

“So. You really love her, huh?” Q smirked as he felt the butterflies thinking about her again.

“More than you could imagine.” He said with confidence. He felt her arms wrap around him and he turned around to see her eyes sparkling like constellations at midnight. He wrapped his arms around her tight and gave her a kiss.

“Listen, I know i’ve been hard on you Q. Just protective of my sister y’know?”

“I get it, Sal. But I can promise you wholeheartedly that I’d never do anything to hurt her ever.”

“Might wanna hook him up to the lie detector again.” Joe said as he walked by. Q rolled his eyes.

“I know. I just want you to promise one other thing.”

“Anything.” Q leaned in attentively.

“I never wanna hear anything about your sex life ever again.” (Y/N) snickered as Q felt his face heating up in shame again.

“Deal.”

#q x reader #brian quinn x reader #suki writes #smut #fluff

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rrazor · 4 years ago

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hq boys as non-sexual things that feel sensual

tags: mildly suggestive content (mostly pining)

bokuto: certain phrases are very sexually charged; “make me,” or “what are you gonna do about it” lunch time!! bokuto comes back from the cafeteria with his pork-cutlet sandwich to see you engaged in a card game with three other people. He sees that everyone’s bet something and you bet a strawberry danish you bought this morning and bokuto’s eyes go 🤩 he forces himself in LMFAO and makes sure to sit next to you 🥰❤️ in the end, it’s only you and him left (konoha and komi come over from their classes to see what all the fuss is about and they’re like …..how is bokuto doing so well 😶)

but you win and steal his sandwich on the desk 😈 he tries to defame you for cheating lol but all you do is look at him coyly like “and what are you gonna do about it, bokuto-kun? 😇” and suddenly his tongue feels heavy and his cheeks flush and he’s all 🥺👉👈 he asks you for the bread back because its his only lunch 😭💀 but he ends up winning sm more because you offer to share your bento with him and his heart goes 🥰💖💞

akaashi: sitting next to someone and your shoulders/thighs touch it’s the sports festival!! and it’s lunch break. he spots you sitting on a bench and he starts sweating at the idea of sitting next to you but he wants to be near you somewhat because then MAYBE you’ll talk to him??!? hopefully 🥺💔

he swallows his nerves and sits on the bench too but on the other side with a huge gap between you and your friend. he pulls out his phone to look “busy” LMFAO then, more of your friends come over and suddenly, you’re snug against him, your BARE THIGH touching his because you’re both in shorts and akaashi thinks he gonna pass out with the bashful apology you give him 😵 he thanks every deity he can think of that your friends came over and STAY because your leg is still touching his and he’s holding a conversation with you 😭🥺🥳💕💖❤️😍

konoha: having someone use your keyboard standing up while you’re sitting in front of it you’re in one of the school’s computer labs working on a research essay. akinori sits next to your station, having worked up the courage earlier to ask you if you could help him with his. he sneaks glances at you at the printers as you refill the trays with more paper 👀 he blushes even though you aren’t even doing anything to him 😭😔💔

before he can stop himself, he calls your name lmfao 🗣 but manages to save himself from utter embarrassment by asking you to look over one of his passages. coming over, you lean over him, hands on his keyboard as he leans back. his eyes are wide and cheeks ruddy as he tries so hard to keep cool because you’re so close 😍🥺💕 and god does he hope what he wrote was coherent because he thinks he’d d-word if you said it made no sense 😓😵

kuroo: when you’re sitting next to someone and they lean over and reach across you to grab something another day, another group project. kuroo gets added to a group with you and another guy because he was absent for volleyball. the two of you push your desks next to him and he’s fist pumping internally because you’re sitting next to HIM and not the other guy and he gets to act as the barrier AHAHAH 😇🥳😛

you’re working together when you ask one of your friends to pass over the notes she took from you. she’s sitting in front of kuroo, but diagonally to the right so she leans back and you lean forward to grab the papers. your arm accidentally brushes his chest and kuroo short circuits 😶 you’re SO CLOSE and your body is nearly laid over his entire desk and if he moves his hands up he could probably touch your chest HJAKHSDLKASD 👁👄👁 the guy next to him looks at him all 😐 as kuroo goes INSANE 🤯

kita: hugging from behind he’s home alone, studying in the living room for his university exams. you’re in the kitchen with his grandma helping her with tonight’s dinner. he smiles softly to himself hearing the two of you laugh 😊🥰💞

he’s halfway through a derivatives question when you hug him from behind, arms coming around him as you rest your head on his shoulder blades 🥺💘 when you softly tell him dinner is almost ready, his chest warms and a soft smile appears on his face ❤️💖

atsumu: the guys strapping you in on a roller coaster. are we gonna kiss? why are you giving me that eye contact? inarizaki’s vbc get together to go to the local amusement park!! they get in and the first thing the twins want to do is ride all of the roller coasters so after a ridiculously long line up, atsumu’s sitting next to osamu, waiting for an attendant to come buckle them in, when you suddenly come up in your cute uniform and hair tied up and atsumu’s like SHIT ITS YOU 😳 also damn y didn’t you tell him you worked here he could have gotten discounted tickets smh 🥴😒

anyways you come up to them to buckle them up with him first and he doesn’t really notice anything but you buckle the first strap really tight and he’s like “does it need to be so tight 😘” and you tell him, making eye contact, using your best customer service voice (vocal bottoming but at least you get paid) and with a pretty smile on your face that doesn’t reach your eyes, “yes, unless you want to die. and if you do, don’t do it on this ride because my shift ends in ten minutes and i don’t want to stay here to write a report about a dumbass who ko’d on a roller coaster 🥰” and he BLUSHES oop— 👁👅👁

osamu: having your back scratched you sit next to each other in class and it’s self study time and you’re helping him with the english homework that was assigned when his back starts feeling itchy. he rolls and moves his shoulders to try to alleviate it, but it just isn’t working so he brings a hand back to scratch at it, but he’s not flexible enough to reach it 😔 you ask him what’s wrong and he puts his arm down like he got burned because he doesn’t want to be seen doing something weird in front of you or making a weird face so he just says nothing but you raise a brow and go “are you itchy?” and he nods JAJCKKAD

you bring your arm up to where he was just scratching, “here?” a shake of his head, “no, a little to the right.” AND YOU SCRATCH RIGHT AT IT!!!!! he can feel his shoulders slump as he closes his eyes and groans a little WHOOP he’s SUPER EMBARRASSED but you just laugh it off and scratch him some more before going back to work and he looks at you like 🥺💖 why’d you stop?? even though you’re not even looking at him LOL 😞 touches his back that night in the shower like your hands were so small 😯😍😳 and maybe he should be itchy more often but it also quickly turns to she better not be touchy feely with anyone else 😒

suna: someone writing on your arm he’s forced to take this one evening class this semester because it’s not offered the next one and he needs to take it because it’s a prereq for almost every other course ugh but at least the cute girl who sits next to him lets him copy her notes LMFAO 😭💀 he left all his belongings in the gym’s lockers because he was going to go back anyways for practice so when the professor gives out a code for a free trial of the software they have to use for the homework assignment due in a week, he’s like shit; he left his phone in his bag 🤡💔

you offer to write it down on his arm, grabbing a pen from your pencil case. he nods like sure why not so you take his arm and push the sleeve of his hoodie up and start writing and he just stares at you 👀 your writing is cute and he kinda likes the feel of your hands on him 🤧 class ends and you part ways with a wave. It’s not until he’s reached the gym that he realized you could have just messaged the code to him on facebook 🤨 so he pushes his sleeve up and sees your phone number on his arm under the code 😘 aren’t you smooth!!! 😌

iwaizumi: when someone is putting the car in reverse and they put their hand on the back of your seat iwaizumi been interested in you for a while, and ever since he came to the revelation he finds it really hard to talk to you because he’s afraid of coming off too aggressive or you figuring it out 😔💔 good thing kindaichi reveals that you’re his older cousin and that you’ll be driving some of them to their next practice match because the volleyball team’s bus is out for a checkup!! 😍😘 oikawa, matsukawa and hanamaki all force him to sit shotgun as you drive (even kunimi and yahaba get in on it). iwaizumi grumbles about it and all but he’s secretly super happy he gets to be right next to you omg 👀😭 he takes a bunch of glances around the interior of your (parents’) car and sits a little straighter than he usually would.

he can feel the stares on the back of his head from the other third years egging him on to make a move and just when he works up the nerve to say something to you, you put the car in reverse to back out the parking spot and put your hand on the back of his seat 😳😤 iwaizumi thinks you look so cool AND HOT he clams up and just stares at you with his jaw slightly open 👁👄👁 💕pls save him 🤧

matsukawa: when a girl puts her hand up to yours and remarks on how yours is so much bigger you got randomly paired up with each other to do a presentation for your world history class and so you’re sitting next to each other on a saturday afternoon at the public library doing research together. matsukawa spent more time than he would like thinking about what to wear because he doesn’t want you to think that his fashion sense was as grotesque as the school’s khaki pants 😷🤢 (when you complimented him nonchalantly about how he looks a million times better in casual clothes compared to the school uniform and joking said that he should start a petition to get rid of the school’s ugly khaki plaid pants and skirts and use a photo of what he was wearing today as the main piece of evidence, he almost doubles over 💀)

you’re sitting next to each other and he’s still kinda reeling from the previous interaction ahjdalhd but he does his best to pull his weight. he’s taking notes in a notebook and you look over and comment out of the blue that his hands are really big as you look at yours 🤧👀 he blinks and looks at you like “yeah?” and you nod, putting your hand up and he does it too because he thinks he’s having a fever dream at this point, but not even in his wildest dream did he’’d ever think you’d push your palm against his and say “your hand is so big! 😳” he has to excuse himself to go to the washroom to scream 😘🥰❤️

hanamaki: when you’re sitting next to someone on public transport and the centrifugal force from the vehicle firmly mooshes the two of you together hanamaki pines for you silently and you can’t really tell he likes you because he’s pretty decent at keeping his emotions hidden. or maybe you’re just so busy with your senior year you don’t notice anything that isn’t the impending doom of university applications and keeping your grades up 😤😇 anyways the two of you get on and off at the same stop each day (which he secretly thanks god for 😭) and you’re sitting next to each other and hanamaki thinks he’s gonna combust because you’ve never been this close!! 🥺🥰

he can feel his hands getting sweaty already. hanamaki sneaks glances at you and tries to see what you’re doing on your phone LMFAO suddenly, the train lurches a bit and you slide from the inertia right into his side and then he can feel the warmth coming from your thighs, side and your shoulder are touching holy sh— 😭❤️😵👀💖 you look up to apologize as he takes a breath and you’re a little shy in your apology but he takes that chance to ask you about something mundane and he makes you laugh!!!! he thinks about the interaction for the next two weeks because he finally got to talk to you dhaskld ☺️🥺💕

kyoutani: when anyone raises their arms to stretch and their shirt gets lifted up slightly gym class—you’re doing timed runs today!! kyoutani is already finished with his so he’s just sitting off the side of the track, staring not-so-subtly at you but you don’t notice because it’s your turn next!! you’ve got the typical school mandated shorts and plain t-shirt on but kyou is all 👀 at your tastefully exposed skin. he thinks you look pretty with the sun hitting your face as you give a smile to your friend, squinting at the sun light 🥰

he’s just mindlessly staring at this point but then you raise your arms to stretch your triceps and the hem of your shirt rises up a little to expose the tiniest sliver of skin before it’s covered again 👁👁 his cheeks pink a little and you catch him looking LMFAO but you don’t think anything of it and just smile and wave as kyoutani burns bright red, heart battering against his ribs and looks away 😡🤡🥰💕 he saves it for future reference HURDURDUR 😇😛

ushijima: when a woman does that thing where she tucks her hair behind her ear while making direct eye contact ushijima is INTERESTED in you, likes you, is intrigued, would like to hold your hand and rub the back of your hand and feel the soft skin with his thumb—same thing 🥰 you’re talking to him about something for the cultural festival and he’s nodding along to what you’re saying because you’re so brilliant and responsible for working on the school festival committee wOW 🤩

time seems to move in slow motion as you look up him whilst tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he zones in on the shy smile on your face, your cute cheeks, glossy lips and pretty eyes 🥺🥰 “ushijima-san?” “yes?” “what do you think?” “that’s a great idea, I will ask my team members for their input as well.” you nod exuberantly even though he has no idea what you’re talking about but your cute smile makes him all mushy on the inside 💖💕

semi: making eye contact with another customer at the grocery store around the same age it’s 2:11pm on a tuesday and semi’s at the grocery store because it’s summer and his mom was all “go to the store and buy these shimeji mushrooms for me, eita, they’re on sale!!! but only until 3pm so get skedaddling!” 😩 so he’s here and he swears housewives are the most powerful people on the planet because he thought he was gonna d-word just tryna get his discount mushrooms. he spots you in the condiments aisle looking at sesame oil and he gives you the up, down and lingers a little too long on your exposed legs 💀

he thinks you look really cute in your t-shirt and jean shorts though 🥰 when you look up and make eye contact with him and give him a little smile and wave he BLUSHES 🥺 and is right about to take the chance to talk to you but a granny hip checks him trying to get to the soybean paste and he almost trips and lands on his face 😔💔 so much for looking cool in front of you 😢🥺

tendou: having someone else play with your hair satori sees you on cleaning duty carrying the recycling to the bins as he finishes his runs around the school, about to make a turn to the gyms. he makes a beeline for you, calling your name with a bright smile on his face and waving his arms in the air. 🥰💞🥺

he bounds up to you and offers to help even though the bin is really light, cheeks warming at your smile 😊 when he takes the bin out of your hands , you wave your hand to get him to bend down. he complies, eyes widening when he feels your hand in his hair. he straightens up to see you holding onto a couple pieces of cherry blossom petals 🌸 he laughs bashfully; it feels like time has slowed and you’re the only two people in the world 💖💕

sakusa: if you’re on a pc/laptop, somebody leaning over your shoulder to look at the screen with you. the close proximity of your faces can feel awkwardly sexual you’re in the same kinesiology class and sakusa first noticed how GOOD your presentations are wtf and he’s even more impressed when he hears that you winged the whole thing because “i conveniently forgot about this until one in the morning when I decided it was a good time to reorganize your entire dorm room” ALSO you offered him hand cream the one time you caught him staring and against all reason he said yes and ever since he’s been dying to ask you where you got it from because HOLY was it nice 😍

you get paired up for the final pair presentation and he’s only become more interested in you! you’re easy to talk to and don’t pry too much and he finds himself oversharing at times 💀 the professor gives the class part of the lecture time to work on the projects so you’re sitting next to each other working when he asks you a question about the academic article he just found and you lean over his shoulder to look at his screen 👁👁 for anyone else, the close proximity of your faces would have grossed him out but he can’t stop thinking about how good you smell and how cute your ears look 👀🥰 when you tell him he’s found a really good source with an excited smile on your face, he BLUSHES and promptly wants to pass away because he has no mask on to cover him 🤡😭😵

sachiro: when you have a melting popsicle, there often comes a time where you must choose between eating it too quickly, or sucking it off so it doesn’t drip on you sachiro hums happily, holding your hand as the two of you walk home after your date and stopping at the convenience store where he buys the two of you popsicle sticks 😋

you’re talking about something funny you saw hoshiumi do in the class the other day when your popsicle drips onto you. you kitten lick at your hand and take the whole thing in your mouth to get rid of the more liquidy parts of your ice cream and sachiro is all 👁👄👁 he swallows thickly, cheeks warming and heart beating a little faster; why’s he suddenly so thirsty? 🥵💦🙈

gao: getting a strong whiff of somebody’s perfume when they pass you gao really wants to talk to you, like really really wants to talk to you 😖😭🙏 but you’re talking to your friends about something and the cute way you laughs and joke with them has him all 🥺🥰🤩

he’s about to walk up and join the conversation because let’s face it, gao isn’t afraid of much 🤧💀 too bad the teacher calls you back into the classroom about something. when you pass him, he gets a good whiff of your shampoo and his stomach flutters 😍😊🥺💕💖 follows you with sparkly eyes and wishes he made the choice to talk to you sooner 💔

futakuchi: bending over to pick up something you dropped kenji is watching (glaring) as you talk to one of the baseball team’s starting players 🤐 he’s so ticked but he doesn’t admit it like where does this guy get off making you laugh and smile like that wtf 😒🙄 luckily for kenji, the guy gets pulled away by the class rep for something so kenji calls your name to get you to look at him instead 😤

you come over and just as he’s about to stand up from his desk, he knocks over his eraser. you crouch down to pick it up and he finds himself really liking it 👁👁 he doesn’t get it either 🤡 like you aren’t bending and snapping—just folding your knees to get his eraser for him, but the way you tucked your hair behind your ear before you bent down so prettily has him ☺️😉🥵

terushima: when you’re eating and chatting with someone and they lick their lips yuuji pulled you away from your friends when it was time for lunch, wanting to spend more time with you one on one. he was so busy with volleyball and school lately 😞 and when he managed to get you to tell him how lonely you felt without him, he made it his mission to spend more time with you!!! 🥰😘💕

you’re eating together, sharing food and talking about everything and anything when he notices you lick your lips; he zones in on your little pink tongue as it swipes across your bottom lip 👁👁 “yuuji, you okay?” a hand on your cheek and suddenly, he’s kissing you. he tastes like the leftovers your mom packed you for lunch 🥰😋

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bajisbabe · 3 years ago

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“soft” | first kiss with baji

warnings: baji and reader being unbearably awkward, baji being no good with words (weird phrasing of words), kissing.

It was just something out of the blue.

You had invited Keisuke over to study because he was brutally failing his math class—the math class you two shared together. You had tried to get someone else to tutor him since he always seemed so distracted around you. But he swore up and down that he wouldn’t learn a thing unless you taught him.

So, that’s how you ended up where you were now. This was your fifth attempt at explaining the same equation. And you had yet to notice that Baji still wasn’t paying attention. He had stopped paying attention quite some time ago, his eyes focused solely on the way your fingers mindlessly skimmed the edges of the paper (he’d bet good money that your hands were soft, they looked like they needed a good holding). How your lashes fluttered prettily as you glanced up and down the pages of the thick textbook. How your lips moved to form word after word—god, they looked so soft.

He wanted to kiss them; to kiss you—

“Baji?”

“Hmm?” He sat cross-legged beside you. Just close enough to peer over and into your lap so that he could see the textbook. His hand supported his head and he leaned onto his knee, staring at you. He blinked once, twice, three times before repeating himself, “Hmm?”

He watched as your eyebrows furrowed, your pretty lips pulling down into a frown. He subconsciously began to smile, you were just too damn cute. The slowly developing grin plastered on his face only served to anger you further.

You had just wasted the last two hours, attempting to teach him a single problem. And he hadn’t been listening at all. You were pissed.

Baji watched with wide eyes as you stood suddenly, the book toppling out of your lap. His smile ceased as he jumped to his feet, hands reaching to grab your wrists; to stop you from leaving. You twisted and turned, trying to avoid being caught, but he bested you easily. His large hands wrapped around your wrists as he ducked his head to get a better look at your face. You defiantly turned your head the best you could, but he could still see the miserable expression painted on your face.

He could tell you were frustrated. But he could hardly focus on that when his heart was beating rapidly all of a sudden. You were even cuter up close. You felt his grip tighten. And you turned to him, ready to give him hell for wasting your time.

But before you could, he planted a quick, soft kiss on your lips. You pulled back, eyes wide with shock as you gazed at him in utter confusion. Since when did Keisuke Baji like you?

Baji pulled back too, calmly watching your expression before his eyes began to flicker down to your lips once more. And when he saw how you stood frozen in place, he leaned forward. Stealing another kiss yet again.

But this time, it was different, it was long and simmering. And you caught a hint of tongue as his darted out to wet his lips momentarily. He slowly pulled away again, eyelids heavy, hands slipping away as he came to stand nonchalantly before you.

Your face was hot, expression unreadable as it flashed between annoyance and confusion. Your body still frozen, shoulders hunched and arms hovering awkwardly in the air. “You...why did you do that?” You meant for your words to come out a lot meaner, but you were barely above a whisper.

Baji shrugged, still eyeing your lips intently as he licked his own again. “I dunno,” he said quietly. “It just...it looked like it would feel good...in your mouth.”

Now, your face was ablaze. But it seems Baji was over it already as he plopped down, dropping to the floor with a dull thud. He yanked the hair tie off of his wrist and tied his hair up into a ponytail with ease, setting the previously dropped textbook into his lap.

“Okay, I’m ready. You can teach me now.” When he noticed that you weren’t moving, he waved his hand around. “Hellooooo? Are you going to tutor or do I have to kiss you again—”

Baji had never seen you move so quickly. You immediately dropped into a sitting position. But this time, you sat across from him instead of beside him. He pouted slightly because of it. But when you began to speak, you had left your hand on the table that separated the two of you. He glanced over at you, noticing how you so desperately attempted to ignore him by reading through the chapter as fast as you could. You didn’t see it coming when his hand fell over yours.

He noticed that you didn’t move away, simply looking somewhat embarrassed before continuing with your speed reading. He bit back a smile as he rearranged his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. He was holding your hand; you were holding his hand.

And exactly like he thought, your hands were immensely soft.

#baji x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke #tokyorev x reader #tokyo manji gang

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a-libra-writes · 4 years ago

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Peaky Blinders - How They Care for Their Disabled S/O

In This Preference, You’ll Be Dating: Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Ada Shelby, Polly Grey, Michael Grey, Esme Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Lizzie Stark, Isaiah Jesus, Luca Changretta, Aberama Gold

hello friends sometimes i post writing. this may have been a request at some point but who knows, time is an illusion.

THOMAS SHELBY

He’s overprotective but in a quiet way - he’ll send a nurse to assist you during the day, but you have no idea how many guards Tommy actually has patrolling the place. When you’re out in public with him, he often has a hand on the small of your back and scans the room to ‘make sure’ it’s safe. The anxiety and overprotectiveness really sets in when there’s trouble with business and he believes his rivals could get to you. You can call him out on this behavior, remind him you aren’t made of glass, but Tommy still struggles with the paranoia that something might go wrong. There’s a deep fear that he’s not fit to be with you, that someone kinder or more attentive would be better for you.

ARTHUR SHELBY

He treats you like he would anyone he’s in love with, which is to say like an angel that’s come to this earth. Arthur is his usual sappy, clingy self but there are times when he has intense guilt -- you have enough to worry about, you shouldn’t be dealing with a mess like him. To “make up” for that, there’s really nothing he wouldn’t do to make you more comfortable or help you get around better. He becomes very aware of your limitations so he can assist when you need it; he thinks it’s the least he can do, considering how much you help him. Side note, he will also go absolutely feral on anyone who insults you.

JOHN SHELBY

John is the sort of person who might protect you too much. He’ll want to keep you in a calm and relaxed home, preferably in the country, away from the dirty loud city -- well, he heard that was better for people’s health. He’d be stubborn about things at first, but eventually he’d listen to you when you explain the care you need. He’ll never hesitate to do something for you or get something you need, and will fight anyone that upsets you. Also, his kiddos adore you - you’re surprised to learn he taught them how to be considerate of you and help when needed.

ADA SHELBY

As your friendship gets closer, Ada reads up on your condition and listens to you so she can do her best to accommodate you when you visit her, or when she visits your house. She never treats you like you’re different... But some days, she can become protective, especially around strangers or when her brothers saying stupid things. Before you two lived together, she set up some cozy accommodations in her home in hopes you’d be more willing to stay over (though she’d never admit to it).

POLLY GRAY

Polly won’t let anyone try to call you weak or shame you for your condition. She knows better than anyone what you go through on a daily basis, and how you still help the company in spite of that. They’ll get such a tongue lashing, they won’t look at you for a week. Protective as she is, she’ll never treat you like you’re helpless. She’d hate to be treated like that way herself. When she was having her bad days after cutting ties with Tommy, Polly would stay at your home and you both would look after each other, though she’d feel terrible for being a burden to you.

MICHAEL GRAY

He wasn’t sure how to progress with his crush on you, wondering if you weren’t interested because of your “condition” - he definitely had a more old-fashioned mindset about it that Polly set him straight on. Once Michael actually gets to sit and talk with you, he begins to understand better. He feels like an overly confident bravado won’t work with you. It’d be dishonest, and you’d see right through it. So you end up seeing a surprisingly real side of Michael that many aren’t privy to. Once you’re a couple, Michael is as protective as the rest of the Shelbys. He might do things that are overprotective, but he insists that’s what’s best.

ESME SHELBY

Esme has never completely understood your condition, but she’s never treated you negatively for it, either. When she’s feeling like going outside, she’ll do whatever she can so you can come with her. When she’d rather stay in, she’ll make sure you’re cozy and the house is tidy before snuggling up with you. She’ll do lots of things you don’t notice right away, like clean this or fetch that, without saying anything. She will immediately fire back at anyone insulting you, even if you aren’t in the room. She has no patience for that nonsense.

ALFIE SOLOMONS

First of all, you’re Alfie’s princess, that’s the long and short of it. You have a lovely home in a safe part of town that his men guard 24/7. The home has whatever accommodations you need, and if you need a helper when he’s gone, he’ll have someone there - after an intense “interview” to make sure they won’t try anything funny. There are times when he’s too overprotective, and you call him out on it, the core is Alfie wanting to protect you from his enemies. After he’s been shot, you relocate to Margate with him. Yes, he makes incredibly morbid jokes about his condition and your’s, and he’s still protective even if he’s falling apart.

LIZZIE STARK

She isn’t proud that she pitied you at first, wondering how you’d fit in with the Shelby company, but she was quickly proven wrong after working with you. She feels she has no right to judge you, and she makes a point to make sure the office is cozier to work at. Goodness knows Tommy doesn’t think about that. Eventually you and Lizzie will become friends or something more, and she’ll do little things to make your life easier, whether that be helping with work or helping out around the home. She’s happy when you move in together so she can better assist you, though she’s definitely not an overprotective or smothering sort. She’ll knock it off if you ask.

ISAIAH JESUS

You both met through his father, who often helped you out if you needed it, but Isaiah also just liked visiting with you over the years. Isaiah has always treated you respectfully but he couldn’t help getting a crush. He’s quite protective, wanting you to move to a better part of town and often volunteering to help you with things just so he can hang out with you. He tries to keep you out of trouble with the gang and its rivals, telling you as little as possible and pretending he isn’t as involved as he is. He’ll insist it’s for your own safety and he doesn’t want to upset your delicate constitution; feel free to give him a round of scoldings for that turn of phrase.

LUCA CHANGRETTA

You aren’t the usual sort of girl that Luca chases, so he’s less likely to put up his suave persona he likes to use with women. He’ll speak with you on a more personal and honest level. He’ll still spoil you like he does with all the women he’s interested in, but the gifts will seem far more personalized. Before you know it, you both would be dating, and eventually he’d insist on you moving in with him. While he’d respect your wants and independence, his old-fashioned tendency to care for you and keep you out of his family’s unsavory business would just be exacerbated.

ABERAMA GOLD

Aberama’s spoiling and doting doesn’t let up; if anything, he’d want to look after you even more. It never feels patronizing or overprotective, however. Caretaking has always been a way he expresses his love. However, he’ll feel guiltier about the long days he has to spend away from you. He’d likely have Bonnie or his daughters check on you and help out around your home; or maybe you could live with them, if that pleased you. He’d ensure you had a nicely put together wagon to accommodate whatever you needed! But if you prefer your own place, he’d still be happy to come in after a week of being away and give you lots of attention.

#thomas shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #ada shelby x reader #polly gray x reader #michael gray x reader #esme shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader #lizzie stark x reader #isaiah jesus x reader #luca changretta x reader #aberama gold x reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine

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