#i hate this so much the right side of my face is all tingly
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I just got a needle stabbed in my mouth ow
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sirius would always take the teasing shy!reader too far, till she’s slammed the door behind her and he’s on the other side like a little puppy
yeah 😭 he riles you up and then gets all pouty when you hide from him. I hate him (no I don’t)
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“Darling,” Sirius whines, fist banging on the door. “Open up.”
You don’t say anything. You’re annoyed at him. He’s been teasing you all afternoon and maybe it’s your fault for getting so flustered but he just wouldn’t stop. It was all too much and now you’ve locked yourself in his bedroom.
“Y/N, please,” Sirius begs, taking your silence in his stride. “I promise I’ll stop now, really.”
Somehow you don’t think that’s true. Somehow you think he’ll leave you be for the rest of the day and then go right back to his teasing self tomorrow.
“No,” you say quietly, not sure he can ever hear you through the door. “Leave me alone.”
Sirius groans dramatically and you think you hear his forehead thump on the door. You try not to smile at his dramatics. You fail and end up smiling anyway. You’re lucky he can’t see you, he’d poke fun for sure.
It’s not that you don’t like the teasing. It’s that you do like it. A bit too much. It makes your skin all tingly and your heart go berserk and you can’t stand him, you swear. You’d let him do it more if you thought you could handle it. You want him to do it more but you can’t handle it.
“Honeybee,” comes Sirius voice again, much quieter this time. Softer. “I’m really sorry.”
He’s buttering you up, you know, and it’s working. The pet names, the soft tone he only ever uses with you. The apology that really, he shouldn’t have to give. It makes you want to wrench the door open and kiss him on his pretty mouth.
Instead you turn the lock and open the door very slowly. Sirius straightens where he’d been moping with his forehead on the door. You open it just wide enough so he can see you.
“Sweetheart,” he says, looking one part sorry and two parts relieved. You’d think he’d kicked your dog, the way he’s looking at you. “I’m sorry.”
You shake your head. “It’s okay,” you say softly. “I, um. I’m sorry. I just got …” Flustered. Shy. Sick with love.
Sirius nods vigorously. You know he can hear the words you’re not saying. “I know. And I’m sorry.”
You smile despite yourself. “Stop saying sorry. S’not your fault.”
“No, but it is,” Sirius says, insistent. “I know I take it too far sometimes. It’s mean.”
He’s undoing you with his gentle apology. So, really, it’s his fault when you blurt, “Who says I don’t like mean?”
Sirius�� eyes go wide as saucers. “What?”
Now you’ve really put your foot in it. You duck your head and stare at the floor so you don’t have to look at him. Wishing it would swallow you up. “Um,” you say.
Sirius laughs, loud and startling. “Darling,” he says through his ridiculously delighted fit of laughter, his tone near chiding.
You grumble at the floor, refusing to look at him because you know he’ll make you smile as soon as you do. You don’t want to smile. You’re embarrassed.
It takes him a while to stop laughing. It fills your ears and creeps into your chest and vibrates around your heart. You enjoy it more than you should. Especially since he’s totally laughing at you. When he’s finally done he steps into your space and hooks a finger under your chin.
“Look at me, will you?” He asks softly, smile evident in his voice. It’s more of a plea than a question. You really can’t not do what he’s asking.
You look up. Sirius beams.
“There’s my lovely girl,” he says, dripping in a fondness that almost has you shutting the door in his face again. “My lovely shy girl.”
You want to duck your head again but he’s got his fingers around your jaw, stopping you from moving.
“Can I have a hug?” He asks softly, all puppy eyes and pouting lips, and you hate him, you swear.
You let him have one anyway.
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#★ mal writes!#sirius black#sirius black oneshot#sirius black one shot#sirius black fluff#sirius black fanfiction#sirius black imagine#sirius black x reader#sirius black blurb#sirius black fanfic#sirius black fic#sirius black drabble#sirius black blurbs#sirius black x fem!reader#sirius black x reader fluff#sirius black x you#sirius black x y/n#sirius black x fem!reader fluff#sirius black x female reader#ღ sirius#✉️
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"Careful, I Bite"
My First - Part 1/3
Pairing: Astarion/ AFAB!Tav (you)
Warnings/tags: 18+, virginity, vulnerability, sexual tension, mature conversations and flirting, vaginal masturbation, explicit sexual fantasies (PiV), Act 1 spoilers
Length: ~ 5.5k words (they just keep getting longer, don’t they?)
Summary: Unable to resist his charms, you grow close with your handome, vampiric travel companion. Very close. The thing is just ... you've never been with anyone before ...
A/N: It's happening! My first venture into 🌶️ territory! Please know: No PHD thesis ever had this much lively back and forth and discussion as this fic! Thank you @nyx-knox for being the GOAT of beta-readers on what is basically group-project at his point and for your constant support and reassurance 🩷
Taglist: @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate , @littlelovelore, @onlyancunin @chaoticbardlady99 @ancuninfiles
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You have never felt this weird kind of nervousness before.
It’s not the kind of suspense you feel before entering a dungeon full of goblins. It’s not the kind of pressure you feel when the eyes of your companions turn to you, awaiting a decision. No. This is a different, unfamiliar kind of stimulation to your nerves. It’s warm, yet tingly, it’s at the back of your mind constantly, making you smile one moment, then shake your head the next trying to escape the feeling. You find it increasingly difficult to think of anything else, even now while you are sitting on a log, warming yourself on your camp’s little fire. This has been going on for a few days now. And it’s entirely Astarion’s fault.
Astarion. The charming, flirty and admirably witty Vampire you’ve found yourself increasingly drawn to more and more with each passing day.
If you’re being honest … you kinda hated him when you first met. Headbutting him in the face was less than what he deserved for putting a knife to your throat! But you quickly understood that he was simply being cautious, scared, just as you’ve all been.
Everyone had been on edge the entire time as you tackled a whole cascade of challenges on your ongoing quest to find a cure: stopping druid rituals, fighting hags and harpies, vanquishing a whole camp of goblins. But throughout all of those adventures, you had noticed Astarion slowly gravitating towards you, closer and closer. And you found that you, too, were gravitating towards him. Which scared the absolute shit out of you.
When you woke up with his handsome face so close to yours that one night, you almost jumped out of your skin. His cool body hovering over yours, his breath on your neck … it immediately sent your mind - and your body - into overdrive.
Honestly? When you learned he was a vampire and that he was simply trying to drink your blood, you were almost relieved. Or … were you disappointed? You couldn’t tell. Because what you thought was going on for a split second was that Astarion - strange, intriguing Astarion - was actually trying to kiss you. And you didn’t entirely hate that thought? Right on the contrary!
The thing was just that, well, you have never actually been kissed by anyone before.
While you were no stranger to pleasure, knowing full well how to take excellent care of yourself, you have never been in this position. With another person this close to you while you lay on your back. So many things raced through your mind when that admittedly devastatingly beautiful man knelt so close to you. You wanted to slide out from under him as quickly as you could. You wanted to slap him for not asking to kiss you first. And you also wanted him to pin you down on your bedroll and succeed in stealing that kiss from you. So badly.
That thought was pushed to the side, though, when he revealed his vampiric nature to you. For the first time since you met on that beach, you felt like you were glimpsing a bit of him, the real him beneath that debonair facade. And you liked that he was confiding in you specifically. Those ruby eyes pleading for your help, his urgent voice trying to explain his situation, and his disarming charm, asking if you could trust him just a little further. Even though you were angry that he didn’t ask before he tried biting you, you knew you would have said yes if he had. And then …
“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?”
Your heart was racing a thousand beats an hour when you laid down back on your bedroll. You felt your cheeks flush, mixed with a tingling, cool nervous sensation on your skin. When Astarion leaned over you once more, one arm on each side of your head, you caught your breath. This felt so intimidating … so intimate. You felt exposed, excited, nervous, scared. And you wanted this. This was so unlike you. It was far more usual for you to be refusing the physical advances of others. But you didn’t want to refuse him. In fact, for the first time, you felt the exact opposite of your usual inclination. You wanted to allow him closer.
Astarion took up your entire field of vision, or at least it felt like all you could see was him. The way he held your gaze steadily made it impossible to look anywhere else. He had a soft, reassuring and thankful smile on his lips … and next thing you knew his fangs were piercing your skin.
It hurt. At least for a moment. Your mind was racing, trying to take all of this in, all these new sensations: The ice-cold feeling of his fangs inside you, his body on top of yours, his cool lips touching and sucking on your warm skin, his increasingly heavy breathing so close to your ear, the pain … and the pleasure.
When you felt him gently cupping the back of your head, you were about ready to actually kiss him. Feeling pressure building in your core, your legs began pressing together of their own volition, causing little jolts of lust to course through you as you felt a familiar heat rising between your thighs. You desperately wanted to wrap your arms around him, to sink your fingers into those beautiful white curls of his, give in to that delicious pain, wanting him to do more, to go further.
But instead you felt your head go woozy, snapping you out of your thoughts. No, this was too much. So you told him to stop, pushed him away gently yet firmly. You were panting, and so was he. He looked so radiant at that moment, so strong. It made you forget the pain in your neck, the way the world spun around you. He looked so happy, and you did that for him.
When Astarion turned around to leave, he stopped and thanked you, telling you he wouldn’t forget this gift you have given him. And you knew, neither would you. How in the Hells were you supposed to sleep now? After that? After you felt the weight of his body on yours, felt his soft lips on your skin, after being so close you smelled the slight perfume of … something herbal and citrusy? Gods!
You laid back down on your bedroll and for at least an hour you couldn’t sleep, your companions breathing calmly around you, unaware of what had happened. All you could think about was the image of Astarion, that little smile right before he bit into your neck, his hand caressing the back of your hair ever so slightly…
You let out a sharp breath, feeling the slickness between your thighs. Might as well ...
You unlaced the front of your trousers, looking around to your sleeping companions, who mercifully had either their backs turned or at least their heads facing away from you. You would just have to get this over with quickly. Biting your lips, you made yourself comfortable once more.
Practiced fingers slid below the fabric and to the folds between your legs, finding them already wet and ready for some much-needed attention. You closed your eyes and sighed as you began touching yourself, massaging your clit as you had done many times before. The thing that was new, though, was the image in your mind:
Ruby eyes piercing into yours with a desire so fierce it almost takes your breath away. You're lying naked next to the fire, a pale, equally naked, slender body between your open legs. And then the feeling of fangs penetrating your skin as Astarion’s cock penetrates you. A delighted smile flickered across your lips, both in your dream and in real life. “Look at you, my sweet Darling.” Astarion’s voice purrs into your ear, as he thrusts himself all the way into you, stretching you deliciously. “You are taking me so well.” Slowly he begins to roll his hips, knowing how to move just the way you want it, his thrusts quickly growing faster.
The pace of your own fingers grew faster alongside your fantasies, as you imagined what it would be like having him inside you, fucking you, filling you completely. A little whimper escaped your lips, it was hard to stay silent with your imagination running wild.
“Gods, you’re so tight, my love,” he says as he spreads your legs even further, exposing you, watching your juices run down the inside of your thighs, angling himself perfectly to be able to fuck you even deeper, harder, more. He wants you, just as you want him. It’s almost too much, your inexperienced body barely able to handle his expert movements. And you feel the familiar coil tightening inside you. “Astarion …” you whisper, desperately holding on to his soft white curls.
“Yes, my love?”, he asks, kissing the small wounds he’s made on your neck.
“Cum … cum inside me ... please,” you beg between his hard thrusts, as you feel yourself edging towards your climax. And just as the both of you come undone in unison, and you feel him unloading his thick seed inside of you, he bites down on your neck once more, causing you to moan out his name - and it’s music to the pale Elf’s pointy ears.
Unable to stop it, a little moan escaped you in the real world as well. Slapping your free hand over your mouth, you are pretty sure it really was his name that escaped your lips into the silent night around you. But the surprise at your own sound was swept away by the waves of your orgasm as it rolled through you, causing your hips to quiver a few times, before your breath began to calm, and you fell into relaxed bliss.
You pulled your hand free from your pants and wiped it on the grass next to your bedroll, feeling a lot more relaxed. Wouldn’t that be something, you thought as you lay down on your side. Actually getting closer to the mysterious vampire, getting to know the person you glimpsed a bit of today. Closing your eyes, you thought that, yes, you would really like that.
Oh no. You felt your stomach drop in surprise and your eyes shot open in realization. You wanted to get to know the real him? You wanted to get closer to him? You wanted to be more… intimate with him? It was then that it dawned on you… you were slowly but surely starting to fall for the disarming vampire.
Fuck.
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His blood was just starting to slow from his hunt, but his vampiric senses were still alert, sharper than usual. So Astarion’s pointed ears heard it before he even reached the camp. The rustling of the bedroll, the rapid breathing, the suppressed whimpers. Somebody was having a bit of fun.
Making sure to stay concealed by the darkness of the treeline, he looked towards the figures lying by the fire. Oh? Not wanting to disturb the vision before him, he stopped moving. Had anyone looked in his direction, they would have seen his eyes reflecting the soft light of the camp-fire like two tiny round mirrors. What do we have here? His ruby eyes locked onto Tav as they tried to keep their pleasured movement on the bedroll to a minimum. What a delicious sight that was.
Astarion had known Tav had gotten quite attached to him, most likely falling for his wit and charm - and obviously his looks - as most did. Otherwise, why would they have allowed him to drink from them? And it was amazing, drinking from them, too. Astarion licked his lips at the memory. Tasting the blood of a thinking being, tasting them. It had been … so intimate. Better than he had ever imagined. He usually only pretended to enjoy the closeness of other people. But not Tav. He couldn’t have picked a better person to be his first.
Frankly, he even enjoyed their company, such as it was. And he knew they enjoyed his company as well. But this? This was a display he hadn’t anticipated. At least not yet.
Shaking his head ever so slightly in disbelief, Astarion was almost impressed by the bold endeavor: Tav, pleasuring themselves out in the open by the campfire? Sure, everyone was asleep, but anyone could awaken any moment from their little moans and catch those fingers dancing amongst their folds. If Tav was this desperate to release their need for him after he’d fed from them earlier in the night, they must desperately want him. A scheming grin grew on his face as he realized… This could work.
He was sure the others in the camp would know about his condition by morning. And knowing full well that people don’t trust vampires - perhaps understandably - he needed to be sure Tav was on his side. Tav was their fearless leader and fierce protector. They may have unwillingly slipped into that role, but they had sway with and the trust of everyone in camp, including him if he was being honest. If Tav kept him under their wing… he wouldn’t get flocked or kicked out. He’d be the first one protected, heard out in every conversation, involved in every plan the group made, and therefore… powerful by association. Safe.
All it would take would be what he had done for 200 years already: some casual seduction and an offer for one night of mind-blowing ecstasy to lock himself into that kind of ideal position.
Tav’s breathing grew faster then, the smell of their arousal and pumping blood slowly beginning to fill Astarion’s head, breaking his concentration for a moment, his attention now fully on the show in front of him. It was then, as Tav climaxed, trying to suppress a moan, that Astarion heard it. Clear as day. Between the whimpering and exhalation: His name, cried from their lips.
And just like that… Astarion had laid out his nice, simple plan. Oh this would be easy.
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The next morning you could barely bring yourself to look him in the eye. He was your - almost - innocent traveling companion, and you had thought of him for your dirty little fantasy. You knew this was going to drive you crazy! So you promised yourself you would stop this, trying to cushion the fall as you were definitely falling for him. But when Astarion asked you how you’ve been feeling after the bite, with his trademark smile and his charming words, your nice, simple plan fell apart instantly when you heard yourself offer your neck to him again for tonight. As he happily accepted, your heart leapt in your chest.
Things only progressed from there. Between your party’s adventures, the fighting, tending to each other's wounds, laughing with (and sometimes about) Gale, and watching Shadowheart and Lae’zel bickering with each other, you and Astarion … connected. As you began to share your stories, laugh more at each other’s quippy jokes, indulge in witty banter with every conversation that sparked between you two, you started to see more of that man that you had glimpsed that night he first bit you. Beneath the well-crafted, snarky, and charismatic facade was someone who had endured horrors you couldn’t even imagine. Beneath his undeniably stunning looks, you saw the whole picture - the flawed, broken, resilient, complex person that he was. You began caring for him so deeply, more and more each day. You were falling for him… oh, you were falling for him hard.
Many nights you spent taking care of the desire that Astarion had been fueling inside of you. It was almost embarrassing how much you were pining for him, each night in your bedroll by the fire or in your tent, where you so often wound up with shaky legs and wet fingers. You imagined his hands were the ones roaming over your body, knowing every sensitive spot, his fingers sliding inside you, curling just right, making you gasp and shiver with pleasure. And his voice in your ear, whispering all the filthy things he wants to do to you, will do to you. He was inside your head, and you truly began to yearn for him to be inside your body, too.
Oh, how your body reacted to him whenever he was close and Gods, you really hoped he could not sense it. When he chose to sit next to you by the fire, even though there was plenty of space elsewhere, you imagined his hand sliding around your neck to pull you into a deep, passionate kiss. When he would pick pieces of foliage - or goblin guts - from your hair or stand so very close to you while helping you into your armor, you imagined him pulling you behind the closest tree and taking you right there and then. And the fact that he was so openly, outrageously flirtatious with you, and only you, saying all the right things at the right time, didn’t help either. It drove you crazy with confusion, with adoration and with desire.
So when a celebration was in order after your party had succeeded in vanquishing the entirety of the goblin camp and its leaders, you found yourself sauntering over to Astarion’s tent. You were nervous, more so than ever, but there was a strange confidence roaring within you. With spirits so high, the blood still running hot from today’s victory, you felt this might be the night. You wanted it to be. And you wanted it to be with Astarion.
You were sipping from his wine bottle to calm your nerves, when he actually, finally, suggested that the two of you could make your own entertainment. It was like the surrounding music faded away, replaced by the sound of your blood pumping in your ears. The honeyed words from Astarion’s beautiful lips promised you things that made your knees weak.This was what you wanted, what you had been waiting for.
So … you agreed.
Part of you even appreciated that he made it clear where the both of you stood at all times. He told you that he liked you, that he came to enjoy the whole package, assured you that if you wanted to - and you did - the two of you could lose yourself in your own little piece of nowhere. But he never promised it would be a committed arrangement. And honestly, with the tadpole inside your head, the descent into the Underdark before you and with the whole party looking to you as their leader, you kind of appreciated that there were no strings attached.
When you found yourself walking through the trees and brush towards the clearing after everyone had gone to bed, you felt equal parts excited and nervous. Yes, you wanted to do this, you wanted for your first time to be with Astarion, but that didn’t mean you weren’t scared as all Hells. From everything he’d told you, from the way he came on to you, there was no question as to how experienced he was and what he expected to happen tonight. “And I do mean sex, to be clear. We’ve waited long enough.” And that you had indeed. You’d waited long to find a man you felt this good with, this close and attracted to.
So when you stepped into the clearing and Astarion came out from behind the tree trunk bare chested in only his breeches, your mouth ran dry at the sight of him. Gods, he was the most beautiful person you have ever seen.
“There you are…”, he said, and your whole body trembled at the sultry sound of his voice. You could see it already - lying on the soft grass beneath him, under the stars, allowing him to kiss you, touch you, trusting him to take you places you’ve only ever been in your wildest fantasies. “I’ve been waiting…”, he continued. “...Waiting, since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.”
His voice was so deep and sensual - but suddenly the nervousness in the back of your mind began to overwhelm you. Had he? Had he really been waiting for you? Your already pounding heart began skipping a few beats at a time, fluttering at the thought. What if … you disappointed him? What if he left this clearing tonight feeling as though the wait hadn’t been worth it?
And just like that, you were not so sure about this anymore. Oh no.
You couldn’t do this, could you? Look at him! He’s beautiful! Were you beautiful enough for him? Why was he even looking into your direction with Shadowheart and Wyll around? You’re absolutely no match for them. And he clearly knows what he’s doing and what he’s expecting is likely far more than you can give. What in the Hells could you possibly offer him? What if he didn’t like being with a novice like you? What if he didn’t like what he saw when you lay naked in front of him? Gods, you wanted him! But how much fun and pleasure would you be able to realistically provide for him, really? After all, you had no idea what to do, you have never even kissed anyone before!
You looked up into those ruby eyes, looking for reassurance, for safety, and found them… painfully devoid of that spark you came to love. You froze. His beautiful words suddenly felt so flat, calculated, and practiced. You didn’t know if it was your sudden wave of nerves preventing you from going through with this, but you knew then at that moment… this wasn’t right. No, he didn’t truly want this.
“Hold on - I’m not sure about this,” you quickly said. That seemed to bring Astarion back to you - but not in the way you would have liked.
“Then what are you doing here?” Astarion’s surprising shift in demeanor caught you off guard. You took a step back, not expecting him to talk to you in that tone. His voice almost sounded condescending, indignant. Just like that, your walls that the vampire had managed to take down brick by brick over the past weeks began rising back up again. “I thought we had an … understanding.” You took another step back when Astarion’s whole posture changed, going from seductive to dismissive. As if, now that he couldn’t have you, he had no use for you anymore and by doing so he tapped straight into your biggest worry with pinpoint precision. You felt the impossible urge to explain, to salvage whatever tonight would have been.
“I-I know, I’m sorry …”, you stammered helplessly. “It’s just… Do you really want to do this?” Astarion tilted his head, his frown deepening.
“Now why would you think I didn’t, after all this?” He sounded irritated as he flung his arms wide, gesturing to nothing in particular.
“I don’t know. Maybe you feel like you have to do this? Like - as payback for me letting you drink from me? Because I promise, you don’t have to, I don’t need anything in return.”
Astarion crossed his arms and cocked his hip, sneering down at you.
“Listen, just say the word and we can call it a night.” You were desperately looking for the right words, only for Astarion to speak before you could say anything. “But if you want to back out, don’t use me as an excuse for it. You’ve wasted enough of my time already.”
His words felt like a slap in the face.
“I’m just not sure if I can give you what you are expecting, what you want.” Gods, you hated how desperate your voice sounded.
“But why? What exactly is your problem?”Astarion kept pushing and something inside you snapped.
“Because I’ve never DONE any of this before, alright?!”
The words exploded right out of you. The amount of emotions you were feeling at that moment was overwhelming: anger at him, disappointment in yourself, sadness about how this night suddenly took such a turn. You stared at him, breathing hard, your cheeks flushing. Neither of you spoke, Astarion only looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.
“I… I am going back to camp,” you eventually said before finally forcing yourself to turn and leave.
Gods.
This had been a disaster. This was not how this should have gone! This should have been a night - your first night - of passion, exploration and fun with this Elf you truly cared for - and who now was most certainly angry and annoyed with you for ruining his night. Did you overthink it? Should you have just gone through with it? What if whatever you and Astarion had built over the course of these last few weeks was now shattered beyond repair? How could you have pushed him away in a moment that should have been so pleasurable, so intimate?
Getting sleep was not easy that night. And the next day, you and Astarion didn’t exchange a single word. You knew your companions noticed. They knew something was going on between the two of you - but they were kind enough to let the matter rest and not ask you about it as you packed up your belongings and headed towards the empty Goblin Camp to enter the Underdark. With all enemies already vanquished, the day was uneventful, which made the silence between you and the vampire seem even more deafening.
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How, how could he have missed that? Astarion couldn’t get that question out of his head.
It was the one question that had been whirling around in his head all day while the party had continued towards the Underdark, tensely ignoring the silence between him and Tav, who usually were bantering lightheartedly all the time.
Astarion watched them as they suggested setting up the camp for the night, the last night under the open sky for who knew how long.
How had he not picked up on Tav’s inexperience? He normally could smell a virgin from miles away! He knew the shy looks, the aversion to touch and his advances. But Tav? They threw him for such a loop! They gravitated towards him. And honestly … he liked that.
Besides, he figured virgins didn’t understand pleasure, didn’t know how to pleasure themselves. But Tav obviously did! He had heard them moan his name, seen proof of their knowledge of their own body with his own eye. But most importantly: proof of their desire for him.
Astarion’s mind whirled as he paced in his tent. Why did they have to tell him that?
It should have been so easy. It should have been a plain-and-simple, routine night of sex and pleasure for Tav. But now they had to throw him that little piece of information about themselves and… Astarion stopped pacing. He’d sworn off virgins long ago. That kind of innocence, it was too rare in the world. And after stealing it once from that sweet, darling boy… he’d sworn he’d never steal it from anyone else ever again. So he had learned to recognize and avoid virgins. His meager, unnoticeable act of disobedience to his former Master. It was the only thing he was proud of - if he could even call it that.
And, gods, the things he threw in Tav’s face? Shaming them for hesitating? What the fuck was he thinking? Their fierce leader, who stormed into a hag’s swamp with no hesitation, had hesitated before him. And instead of guiding them … he had scolded them, even humiliated them. Astarion felt ashamed of himself - something he had never wanted to feel again, now that he was free. But he felt it nonetheless. He had to apologize. It didn’t matter that he snapped at them in frustration because he saw his plan crumble, because he was scared, because he was … disappointed. If he was honest with himself.
Because he was. He was disappointed that Tav wanted to back out. The realization hit him with a force he did not see coming. Yes, seducing them was part of his plan. Yes, he had used all his favorite lines at them. And also … yes, he would have liked to sleep with them. A feeling he had not felt in … gods know how long.
Tav had been so nervous, their heart beating so quickly and loudly Astarion had heard it before they had stepped onto the clearing. They were opening up to him. Trusting him. And he? He would have taken that trust and used it. He truly was a monster. Tav didn’t deserve this. Despite how last night went … he cared for them. His eyebrows flew up as he realized just how true that thought was.
He cared for them.
Shit.
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You sit by the fire, pondering last night’s fiasco and today’s unpleasant silence. Seeing how you’ve got the second watch, you should probably be more vigilant, but your thoughts keep going back to last night. Which is probably why you don’t hear Astarion approach.
“Hello, my dear.”, he says in a low, almost careful tone, pulling you from your thoughts. You look up at him, not sure what to expect. “Do you mind if I sit?” He motions towards the log you are sitting on, toward the place beside you that he took many nights. Always choosing to be close to you instead of choosing any of the free logs. You shift to the side, making room for him. Again, feeling him so close to you, his arm brushing yours, it sets your whole body on high alert. You still want him - but you aren’t so sure he really wants you anymore, or if you’re ready to forget the way he spoke to you. But regardless of the horrid tone he had taken you still feel that guilt and shame for letting him down.
“I’m… sorry about last night.”, you eventually say, even though part of you wants to wait for him to apologize first. He turns to face you.
“Whatever are you sorry for?” he asks, a bit surprised.
“For backing out last night. I know we had an agreement and it’s not that I didn’t want to, you know? It’s just … ” with a deep sigh you turn your eyes towards him, and you are glad to see that spark in them once again, that spark that was missing last night. “I’ll be honest, ok? I like you. I like you a lot, and … I would have loved to have spent last night with you. But … I also know I don't have much to offer you, in terms of sex. We’ve all been under a lot of stress lately, so I understand you probably wanted to let off some steam … and I’m sorry I messed that up for you.” Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you turn your gaze back to the fire. You sit in silence for a moment before Astarion speaks.
“No. You have no reason to apologize for anything, my dear. I was quite out of line, inexcusably so. I should have relented the moment you had any doubt. I… apologize.” His words make you look towards him once more. Never had you heard Astarion apologize before, to anyone at camp, for that matter. “And I will do my best to refrain from feeding into this … thing between us, if it truly makes you uncomfortable. I will cease my flirtations, I promise.”
“What? No, please don’t?” you say quickly, unable to stop a shy smile from appearing on your face. “I … quite like your flirtations. And I wanted to spend the night with you, you know. I still do. But … let me ask you … ” The pale Elf patiently waits for you to find the right words. “Do you really want to sleep with me?” Astarion’s eyebrows go up, that surprised expression returning to his exquisite face.
“Darling,” Astarion’s tone is affectionate, reassuring, and hearing him call you this pet name with that sweet voice of his makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “Are you really asking me that, after all I did? All I’ve said to you?” There is a slight edge to his voice now, though you can’t pinpoint what it is. He smiles at you with one corner of his mouth raised slightly and you half expect him to laugh, but Astarion falls uncharacteristically quiet, so you speak.
“Answer the question.” The amused smile on Astarion’s immaculate face disappears and gives way to a look of seriousness, of sincerity.
“Yes. I do,” he says in a low but firm voice. “Very much so.”
Relief floods your entire body, the tension you felt all day melting from you.
“Then … may we start over?”, you ask timidly with a smile on your face. Astarion answers with a gentle smile of his own.
“My dear. There is nothing I’d like more.”
#ohoh herdarkestnightelegance wrote something#this is about astarion#astarion ancunin#wait is it gettin hot or …#astarion x tav#baldurs gate 3#astarion x you#astarion x reader#astarion fanfic#astarion fanfiction
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Anatomy Class
kai parker x reader
summary: kai + magic + boredom = trouble
tags: high school au, siphoning, magical fingering, masturbation (semi-public)
word count: 1.8k
a/n: i tagged this right next to my dad; you're both 18 in this!
“You have to promise to use this wisely and not get caught with it. Not in school, and certainly not at home,” you reiterate to Kai for maybe the third time in twenty minutes.
“I know, I know! Trust me, princess, I know the risks.”
“If it runs out, I can give you more, but if my parents suspect something’s up, they’ll find a way to contact yours.”
“But what if I run out before the day’s over and it’s just wasted? If I don’t use it, it drains.”
You sigh. “What are you suggesting?”
“I don’t know… can’t I just play with it a little? I can’t do that much damage during school hours. Worst I could do is make some kid trip over his shoelaces.”
“Kai!”
“I’m kidding! But seriously, Y/N…”
“Okay, I see your point. Do whatever you want with it, just don’t get caught.”
“And if I run out, you’ll give me more?” He hates to sound greedy, but he’s desperate.
“Of course. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not have permanent access, so as little as I use mine, I might as well give it to you.” He nods. “But again, be careful.”
“I will.”
“Okay. We’re coming up on the school now. Take my hand.”
He does, and then you nod to him to siphon. “Tell me when to stop.”
Your hands glow, but it doesn’t hurt. Kai says when he siphons his siblings, it hurts them. But you don’t feel any pain. If anything, your body warms with a tingly, pleasure-like feeling. After about thirty seconds, you start to feel a little dizzy though, and decide that’s a good time to cut him off.
“Stop.”
He drops your hand immediately. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. No pain, just a little dizzy.”
“Okay,” he confirms. He’d hate to hurt the one person who’s ever given him any love and attention.
“How do you feel?”
Kai smiles as the magic runs through his veins. He lets out a small moan that settles in the pit of your stomach. “Good,” he finally answers. He then takes the pencil you’ve stuck behind your ear and makes it float in the air.
“Good,” you say, stopping for a moment to kiss the side of his face. You take your pencil back as the school comes into view. “See you in class?”
“Mhm.”
The two of you walk up to the doors together, then part ways for your first class.
You have third period together, but Kai sits all the way in the back, while you’re in the middle row. The teacher assigned the seats, and rudely placed his kids by favoritism: most engaged in the front; most uninterested in the back. Kai’s incredibly smart, but that comes to his disadvantage in school. Most of the lessons are boring; he passes them with flying colors and faces little challenge completing them. He finishes early, or already understands the material, and ends up tapping his foot or fingers during class. Mr. Peters interprets this as disrespect and boredom.
Today in class, you’re reviewing the different systems in the body. Yet another topic that Kai has practically memorized. The final exam is in three weeks, though with the material being as difficult as it is, Mr. Peters has decided to start studying early. The material isn’t too much of a challenge for you, though Kai still has you beat in that matter.
The man makes a list of topics on the chalkboard, then slowly goes down his list asking and answering questions about each one. He asks something and the class responds, but every so often, someone asks their own question, and he launches into a huge explanation for it. It’s during one of your classmate’s questions that you suddenly start to feel a heaviness in the bottom of your stomach.
Immediately, you put a hand to it. Your mind races to think of what could’ve caused it. You hadn’t eaten anything weird that day, nor have you had any aches or pains all week. In the middle of your train of thought, the feeling shifts lower. There’s a pressure traveling south. In the next moment, it feels like circles being rubbed down along your body. Intentional pressure. Kai.
Your brain provides the reason as soon as you recall your morning: you gave him magic.
“Do whatever you want with it,” you had told him.
Well, he sure is now.
Slowly, you turn to face him. His hands are hidden from sight, inside his desk, but the smile creeping on his face is unmistakable. He’s certainly messing with you.
Stop, you mouth to him.
The bastard only winks.
You turn back around and cross your legs over each other, squeezing them tight. There’s no freaking way he’s doing this in the middle of class.
The pressure suddenly increases. You can almost feel the pads of his fingers touching you - one on your clit, two brushing your folds. You bite your lip so hard it might bleed. Your hands are clenched into fists underneath the table.
“Kai, stop,” you think, hoping there’s even a point one percent chance he can read your mind. He doesn’t, though, and if anything, mimics dipping between your folds, feeling your walls.
“The organs involved in the endocrine system are- Y/N,” your teacher stops mid-sentence to look at you, “are you okay?!”
You release your fists, hoping to look less suspicious. “Yeah. I have a stomach ache. Do you- do you mind if I go to the restroom?”
Mr. Peters hurries to his desk for a hall pass. “Not at all. Go to the nurse if it doesn’t feel better in ten minutes.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You take it and hurry out the door.
You spare a glance at Kai on your way out. He smirks at you when you look at him, but then looks back at his hands, clearly focused. The feeling sharpens, and you dash out the door.
As soon as you reach the bathroom, you fling yourself against the wall in the nearest stall. You’re still biting your lip not to moan, but don’t fight the need that brings you to unbuckle your belt to relieve some of the built-up tension. Criminally, it seems Kai can still control you despite the distance. You can still feel his finger-pads petting your walls. The pressure is still on your clit, and it only grows by the minute.
“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling yourself getting close.
You drop two fingers to your clit, rubbing it yourself. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to push your toes against the edge of the toilet to not slip.
“Goddammit, Kai.” It’s a whisper, but you really hope no one else is in the bathroom right then.
You focus on the way he feels on you, as well as the added pressure you’re giving yourself. Within two minutes’ time, you come. It hits you hard. Your knees almost give out, despite the way you tried to hold yourself upright. Your chest heaves; the sensation sends pleasure throughout your whole body. Your vision gets spotty, and soon, your lip starts to bleed. It’s overwhelming in all the best ways.
After another few seconds, Kai seemingly retracts his fingers. You curse him the minute he does, remembering you’re in school, and you’re supposed to be studying in class right now.
The moment you get your bearings, you stumble to your feet and towards the sink. You wash your hands and grab onto the solid material to ground yourself; your brain is still swimming in post-high fuzzies.
“Fuck you, Kai,” you think, again telepathically, hoping he can hear you. If he can, you’d bet your life on the fact that he’s wearing his signature smirk.
When you finally recover, you make your way back to class. You offer Mr. Peters a half smile and report that most of it is gone. “Must’ve been something I ate this morning,” you lie.
He replies with his own smile and a nod, and goes back to teaching.
The moment you sit, you turn to see Kai, who is, in fact, smirking at you. You give him a playful roll of your eyes before turning back to the lesson.
Luckily, that’s his only shenanigan for the day. During lunch and your other classes together, he dares to act innocent. You would scold him for it during lunchtime, but Jo is sitting with you today, preventing that entirely.
The walk back to school provides the perfect timing.
“Malachai Parker,” you say in your best authoritative voice.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“Did I do something wrong?! Did I do- you know what you did.”
“I don’t recall.”
“Third period. You and your magic fingers. You-”
“Oh,” he has the nerve to laugh, “that. Did you like that?”
“Did I like that?! Kai, during class?!”
“You said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t get caught. I didn’t get caught.”
You scoff. “I did not mean for you to do that!”
“But you liked it. What’d you do in the bathroom?”
“What?!”
“Why’d you go to the bathroom?”
“To hide the fact you were fingering me in class! What do you think I went for?!”
“Did you come?”
“Excuse me?”
“Simple question, princess.”
“I did not-”
“Don’t lie to me now.”
“Fine,” you bite your lip, “I did.”
He smiles. “Got you. Knew you liked it.”
“That was so inappropriate! I’d never think you’d be so bold. And when did you know when to stop? You did, like, ten seconds after I finished.”
He chuckles like it’s a game. “The last five times I’ve fingered you, it’s taken you five minutes on average to come. I watched on my watch; three minutes happened in class, two in the bathroom. I gave ten seconds to spare to either get you there if you needed extra time, or to ride you through it. Turns out, I’m pretty spot on.”
“Putting your brain to great use,” you mumble, “and my magic.”
Suddenly, he looks nervous. “You’re still gonna give it to me, right? I didn’t lose my chances to have it, did I? Because I can behave. Y/N, I promise. It won’t happen again.”
You change your attitude to match his. “Oh, baby, no. No, I’m not like that. Don’t you worry about stuff like that. I’m still gonna give you magic, even if you use it in questionable ways.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. But one condition.”
“Yes ma’am?”
“Wait until actual study time, like in the library, to do it. Not in class. Unless we’re watching a movie.”
“Deal.”
“Good.”
“I love you, you little weasel.”
He scrunches his nose at the nickname. “I love you, too.” Then he chuckles. “I fingered you in class.”
“Kai!”
#this has been in my drafts for months#i'm on a new medication that's tanking my sex drive and i'm struggling to write smut lately#probably tmi but i have no filter with y'all#anyway#kai parker x reader#malachai parker x reader#tvd fanfiction#kai parker oneshot#kai parker smut#high school au#characters are over 18!
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request!!! the nightmare trope with cilly. reader wakes up scared in the middle of the night and he comforts her 💖
pairing: cillian murphy x fem!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none! <3
(a/n): thank you so much for the request ml!!!! alsooo new divider!! creds to @/saradika-graphics 💗💗 this was not proofread, but ava got a sneak peak and liked it so lmk if there’s any grammatical errors lol
You let out a sharp breath as you jolt up into a sitting position, dry sobs echoing the walls of your bedroom as you cross your arms and grip the opposite forearm for support. You don’t even notice that you’ve woken Cillian until he made himself known.
“Lovey? What is it?” he asked you worriedly, eyes wide, slowly sitting up and leaning on his arm so that he could see you properly.
“I-I…” you manage to pant out, eyes watering.
“Love, you need to use your words. What’s wrong?” He puts a hand to your cheek and softly strokes your face with his thumb in a comforting rhythm. He always knew exactly what to do to calm you down, even when you didn’t.
“I had um.” You pause to take a nervous gulp, eyes now overflowing enough for a few tears to race down your cheeks, some pooling up around Cillian’s thumb. “I had a nightmare…” a sob punctuates your sentence, prompting Cillian to furrow his brow with worry.
“Ohhh my poor sweet girl” he laughs, his hand moving down to rub your shoulder and pull your head against his chest. “I’m so sorry”
You try to lift your head from his chest. “Cill i’m going to get your shirt all wet with tears” you sniffle, another sob of guilt coming on.
“Shh it’s alright love. I can change later. This is about you right now. I’ll be fine.” He pulls you back on his chest and continues rubbing your shoulders. “Now, would you like to talk about what happened, or no? I won’t pressure you, but I’m here if you need me baby.”
You let out a few more soft sobs before wiping your cheeks and lifting your head to look at him. A sense of relief washes over you as soon as you meet his bright blue gaze.
“I just…I was being chased by this monster and he chased me into this house, and when I got into one of the rooms I-“ you’re cut off by a slightly more violent sob, the tears returning your cheeks, your eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to make them stop.
“Shhh take your time, sweet girl. Poor baby.” His lips connect with yours, and linger for a few seconds before he pulls back to give you his attention.
You take a deep breath out and continue to explain to him what happened. “And when I got into this room you were there but…but you were dead” you wail, the tears streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall.
“Oh my sweet caring girl. I’m so sorry you had to think about that. Ohhh poor girl.” He wiped tears from your now puffy eyes to reveal red cheeks. “But I’m here. And I’m not dead, lovey. You don’t need to worry about that.” He places a kiss on your cheek, and begins to rub your shoulders again. “I must say, angel, that sounds an awful lot like the movie we watched tonight…I don’t mean to jump to conclusions, but is there a possibility you got a bit frightened by the movie and that’s why you had this nightmare?”
You nod, ashamed to admit that a silly movie scared you.
He let out a soft chuckle, more pitiful than condescending. “Well why don’t we go back to sleep, baby.”
You lie down on your side and snuggle up closer to him so that his chin is above your head. He puts his arms around you and gentle rubs his thumb against your back, causing a tingly sensation to spread through your body in waves, lulling you closer to sleep. Your eyes flutter, and eventually close. You let out a soft sigh, and he leans his lips close to your ear, tickling the sensetive skin with his warm breath.
“No more scary movies for you, sweet angel. I hate seein’ you all scared.” He whispered. “Sleep now, love. Dream sweet things”. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead as you slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber.
(a/n): ty for reading!! next up is a neil lewis oneshot and a hotch oneshot!! <33
#cillian murphy x f!reader#cillian murphy x y/n#cillian murphy x you#cillian murphy fanfic#cillian murphy#cillian murphy x reader#cillian x fem!reader#cillian x reader#cillian x y/n#cillian fic#cillian fluff#cillian fanfic#lucywrites<3
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moodboard by @chennqingg <3
Rules To Break
Jotun!Prince!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Princess!Reader
Summary: Prince Loki of Jotunheim - son of King Laufey and heir to the throne is assigned to train a bunch of Asgardian men, in order to turn them into warriors. What happens when Odin's daughter, Princess Y/N crosses his paths in ways he would've never expected? While the Prince is completely unaware, the Princess struggles to keep up her several masquerades...
Warnings for this Chapter: fluff, bit of suggestive smut... I think that was it! Let me know if I forgot something!
Word Count: 2k
a/n: This is it, guys! The grand finale! 😁 I hope you all like it! ☺️
Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th 💚
Tagging: (in the comments!)
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Chapter Five
Chapter Six
You would've expected a lot of people to step inside your chambers. Estrid, your father, brother, guards - but you would've never expected to see the tall, bulky and handsome frame of the man who haunted your dreams and occupied your mind on no end - Loki. You couldn't believe your eyes at first, blinking heavily and literally staring holes into him. "L-Loki?" You asked in disbelief; quite shocked. You didn't know how to feel about this. Feeling the urge to yell at him on one side. To tell him to go away and never come back. You wanted to let him know how much you hated him. Spit it right into his face. Though, on the other side, you couldn't deny the way your heart skipped more than just one beat, when you laid your eyes upon him; or when he gave you that smile.
"Hello, princess Y/N." Loki started, taking a bow. "I am sorry for disturbing you and being so rude to just barge in - and I'm certain you wish to know why I am here at all." The moment his deep, yet soft voice urged to your ears, your memory immediately took you back to the lake all those weeks ago. Especially to that one night, where he kissed you. A tingly feeling spread all throughout your belly at that thought. "I-I... Yes." More words weren't able to leave your lips. You were way too overwhelmed by all those feelings and thoughts coursing through your system - and by his sudden appearance.
"Well, first of all, I... I would like to apologise. I am the reason you are trapped inside your chambers. I regret informing your father. I really do, but I-I had no other choice. You must understand this. I had my duties and obligations, unfortunately. So, I beg of you... Please forgive me, my princess." His kind and gentle words touched you. There was, without a doubt, honesty swinging within his voice, telling you that he really meant what he said. This wasn't one of his macho shows, no... That was him, showing you his probably most vulnerable side. You could feel that he was truly sorry, but... Could you forgive him? It was a difficult question, but then you remembered, how you actually lied to him. You didn't tell him who you were. You kissed Loki, without him even knowing that you were the princess. Hence, you almost slept with him. You put on a mask and more or less fooled him. So... Was it fair to be still angry at him, when he wasn't angry at you anymore? Both, you and him made mistakes.
You looked up to meet his ruby eyes, nodding. "I understand you, prince Loki. I forgive you - and I-I hope you can forgive me, too." The prince's lips twitched into a smile; visibly relieved. "I forgave you already a long time ago, Y/N." You couldn't help the blush, which spread over your cheeks; his charming smile causing your heart to skip another beat. But the look in his eyes told you, that this wasn't the only reason why he was here today.
"You, uh... You didn't just come all the way from Jotunheim to apologise, did you?" Loki chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I didn't. You are right," he said, stepping closer. Blinking, you frowned, as the prince reached for your hand and gently - almost cautiously; afraid to make a mistake - took yours into his big one, swallowing it whole. You were confused and yet you felt those butterflies within your belly again, as he touched you; never wanting him to let go, because it felt so good. So right. As if your hand belonged right there. You saw that he was quite a bit nervous - something very unusual for the usually so confident and sassy prince, you thought. You could've sworn you saw his heart beating against his bare chest, as his stunning eyes met yours once more. "Y/N, I... I just couldn't stop thinking about you the past weeks. I tried to occupy my mind; take my thoughts elsewhere, but... I couldn't. I think about you day and night. In fact, I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. I was blind at first, didn't know what was going on, but then I realised... I... I love you, Y/N. Ever since those nights we spent together at the lake. I fell in love - hopelessly, and... And for some reason I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine, and should that link be broken, either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die."*
His words echoed in your head, repeating themselves over and over again. Loki is in love with you. Loki loves you. He is in love with you. Hearing this, caused your heart to almost beat out of your chest. He loves you. You never anticipated, that he would ever feel the same. That you could be more to him than just an 'adventure'. Another fling. Nothing more. But now... Now he told you that he loved you - and the feeling was mutual. You didn't want to admit to yourself and neither to Estrid, but it was true. You knew that now. You loved him, too.
"I-I really hope that my heart didn't betray me and that you are feeling the sa-" You didn't let Loki finish his sentence. Enough talking, you thought and freed your hand from his gentle grasp, wrapping both your hands around his neck. Standing on your tiptoes, you pulled him down and silenced him with a kiss. The second your lips collided with his, fireworks exploded within you. It felt so good to finally kiss him again. So right. Like home... It felt like home.
Loki sighed into the kiss, relieved. That was all he needed to know, in order to ask you the important question, which was still lingering on his mind. But first, he enjoyed the kiss; unable to resist the urge to pull you closer. So, the prince did just that, wrapping his strong arms around you. "I take that as a yes then." Loki chuckled breathlessly, after letting go of your alluring lips. "You better will." He smiled; couldn't help but to kiss you again. It was more than clear, that you loved the prince truly and wholeheartedly - and yet, there was still nervosity running through his veins, given the fact that he still had to ask you the probably most important question of both, yours and his life. "There's... There's something else, darling..." Loki started, tracing the clothed skin of your hips with his thumbs. You looked at him expectantly; waiting patiently for him to continue to speak. "A question I have to ask you..." "You may ask, my prince. Whatever it is." He took a breath, eyes never leaving yours. "I really hope this isn't too bold to ask, but... Would you like to marry me, princess Y/N?"
You blinked, couldn't quite believe the words which had just left Loki's lips. "M-Marry you?" He nodded. "I know this is quite rushed, but yes. I really wish to marry you." "I-I..." "If you need more time or don't want to marry me, it's completely fine." You shook your head. "N-No! I... I do want to marry you! It's just so... surprising. I'm a bit overwhelmed." Loki's brows furrowed in compassion. "I'm so sorry, my love, for catching you off-guard." You squeezed his shoulders, giving him a soft smile. "It's the best surprise since years. I always wished to marry out of love - not because I had to. I just hope my father agrees to this..." "He does, my princess. I already talked to him; asked for your hand in marriage." Your eyes widened. "Y-You did?" "Yes. We have his blessing - and my father's blessing." A light-hearted giggle left your lips, as you felt happiness flooding your veins. Was this really just happening? Or were you dreaming? "So, we are going to get married?" "We are, darling. I'm never letting you go again. I don't want another prince to have you. It's time for me to make you mine."
"And that's how I met your father." You finished telling the love story of you and Loki to your eight-year-old twins, Áki and Váli. The boys were sitting on the fur, criss-crossed in front of you and the fireplace with wide eyes, hanging on your every word. Of course, you told the story more 'romantically' and left out the juicy, 'dirty' and 'dangerous' details, of course. They weren't meant for children's ears. "Wow..." Váli gasped. "So you are actually a warrior, mommy?" Asked Áki. You chuckled, running your hands through both boy's curls. "If you wish to call it that, yes." "Is that why daddy fell in love with you?" You had to suppress a giggle at your son's sweet, innocent question. "Perhaps, sweetheart, but I'm afraid you have to ask your father." "Ask me what?" You flinched as Loki's voice was suddenly echoing through your chambers. He had been away on royal duty for three days and had just come home.
"Daddy!" Both boys jumped up; excited to see their father again. "Hello, little princes." Loki smiled and squatted down, opening his arms for them to run into - what they did, of course. Your husband lifted them up easily, cradling each son in one arm. "I missed you." "I missed you, too, daddy," Váli whispered, cuddling closer to Loki.
Both boys didn't leave Loki's side from then on; clinging to him. He spent some quality time with his sons, of course, before he sent them to play outside a bit. He had missed his own flesh and blood, without a doubt - but he had also missed you.
"What was it Áki should ask me?" The king asked, wrapping both his arms around you, as you stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for the festive dinner tonight. You smiled at the mention of what you had told the twins. "Well, I was telling them our love story, because they asked me how I met you; being all curious about this and Áki was very enthralled by the fact that I was a 'warrior'. He asked me if you fell in love with me because of that... I told him to ask you." Loki chuckled. "So, you told them our fairytale-like love story?" "I did - but of course I left out certain... details." "Certain details?" "Yes... Certain details, which are not meant for children's ears." Your husband spun you quickly around in his arms; a cheeky smile spreading over his lips. He knew of course exactly what you were talking about.
"I should've devoured you back then." You looked up at Loki, giving him a playful frown. "I beg your pardon, my king?" Another low chuckle left his lips; hands dipping to skim the clothed skin of your hips. "Back at the lake. I should've ravished you. It wouldn't have been wrong, given the fact that I became your husband anyway." A loud giggle rumbled through your chest, causing Loki's heart to skip a beat. Oh how much he loved you. "Good point, my love, but we didn't know that back then. And we both know that we shouldn't have risked it. I did what was right." "I know, my sweetness, I know." "Besides, you didn't even know who I was." Your husband nodded. "That is true, but it wouldn't have mattered. Even if you had just been a maiden, working on a farm, I would've made you my princess. My wife. The mother of my children. My queen, you are the only woman I truly ever wanted. You being the princess of Asgard just played into our cards. Nothing more, nothing less." You wrapped both your arms around his neck, smiling and blushing. "I love you, my king. More than words can say."
* Disclaimer: The last line is actually a quote from Guillermo del Toro's 'Crimson Peak' and therefore isn't my writing. It belongs to Mr. del Toro. ☺️ I just found it very fitting.
#loki x reader#loki laufeyson#loki x female reader#loki x you#tom hiddleston x reader#loki fanfiction#loki x y/n#loki#loki laufeyson x reader#loki fluff#jotun loki x y/n#jotun loki x you#jotun loki x reader#jotun loki#jotunheim
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The Vest Thief
Summary: Abby hides Mike’s vest.
Word Count: 1,036
Pairings: None (obviously)
A/N: THIS FIC HAS BEEN REady AND I FORGOT TO POST IT!! IM SO SORRY ANON, LMFAO 😭😭
Mike and Abby are so precious and I love them. 10/10 sibling goals.
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Mike’s patience was running thin. He loved his little sister with all his heart, but she was being incredibly difficult. He’d gotten dressed and was ready to walk out the door when he realized that he didn’t have his vest. Naturally, there could only be one culprit for the theft.
“Abs, come on… I gotta go to work. Can you please just tell me where my vest is?” Mike leaned against the doorway to Abby’s room, looking at his sister with a stern, yet pleading look.
The young girl sat cross-legged on her bed with her arms crossed over her chest, her expression one of pure stubbornness. She quickly shook her head.
“No! I’m keeping it hidden!” Came the bratty response.
The elder let out a sigh and rubbed his temples, clearly not in the mood for his sister’s shenanigans. At the same time though, he could tell that she wasn’t hiding it just for the fun of things. As if she read his mind, Abby spoke.
“I want you to stay here…”
Mike had a strong suspicion that that was the case. His expression softened and he let out another sigh, taking inventory of his options. It’s not like he could send her to her room… she was already there. Besides, that wouldn’t do any good, considering she knew where the vest was and he didn’t.
He suddenly got an idea… a way to get his vest back without making Abby hate him.
He slumped his shoulders and strolled over to the girl’s bed, kneeling in front of it to be at her eye level.
“You’re really not gonna tell me where the vest is, are you?”
As he expected, Abby, with a pout, shook her head vigorously, causing her short, dark hair to whack her in the face. Mike shrugged, getting back on his feet.
“Alright, Abs. I didn’t want it to have to come to this, but you leave me no choice…”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he swooped up his little sister and carefully pinned her to the bed, hovering over her. And then, without hesitation, he dug his fingers into Abby’s sides, causing her to squeal.
“Mike!!” Abby yelled through her giggles, wriggling around under her brother’s evil fingers.
“Where’s the vest, Abby?” Mike asked again. He was gentle, yet firm with his tickling, not wanting to hurt or overwhelm the kid, just wanting to know where his vest was.
“Mike, stohohop! I’m not telling!”
The elder raised an eyebrow, inching up to his sister’s ribcage, knowing it was a particularly sensitive spot. Abby’s response was a shrill burst of laughter and a whole lot of squirming.
“Oh, really? Then I guess I’ll just have to tickle you until you tell me.”
The younger yelped at the feeling of her brother’s nails scratching along her bare tummy, her laughter going up an octave or two.
Mike, despite trying to be serious (as serious as you can be when tickling your younger sibling to pieces,) could feel a smile tugging at the corners of his own lips, endeared by the sound of his little sister’s laughter. Abby didn’t talk very much, and when she did, it was mostly short replies or bratty remarks. Mike couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Abby look so happy.
What was he doing? Oh, right… the vest.
“Abby, I’ve gotta leave in fifteen minutes. Either you tell me where the vest is, or this continues for the next twelve minutes.” Mike threatens, spidering his fingers around the girl’s stomach.
Overwhelmed by the tingly sensations in her stomach and mortified by the thought of this torture continuing for a whole twelve more minutes, the little thief finally caved.
“O-Okahahay! I’ll tell you where the vest is!” Squealed Abby, admitting defeat.
Seeing that the kid had had enough, Mike pulled away, crossing his arms expectantly. “Well?”
The child took a moment to gasp for breath before giggling out, “M-My pillowcase…”
Mike raised an eyebrow and slowly reached towards his sister’s pillowcase, keeping an eye on her in case she was setting him up and trying to make a run for it. When he felt a bunched up piece of fabric at the bottom of the pillowcase, he pulled it out and checked it for any marks or scribbles… not that Abby would do such a thing, but you could never be too cautious.
Once concluding that the vest was in perfect condition, he slipped it on and stood up, ready to head out the door. He then saw his sister’s melancholic expression and he sighed, kneeling down in front of her.
“Hey, I know we don’t really spend much time together anymore, but… I have tomorrow off.” Abby took her eyes off the floor to look at Mike instead.
“Why don’t you and I spend the whole day together? We could watch movies, play games, draw pictures together, even though I’m not an artist like you.” He smiled, tucking a stray hair behind his sister’s ear, getting her to giggle from his compliment.
She pretended to think about it, tapping her chin, which caused Mike to grin and gently shake her by the shoulder.
“Come oooon… say yes!”
The playful insistence made the young girl laugh and she finally gave in, pushing her brother away with faux exasperation.
“Okay, okay, fineeee!” Laughed Abby.
Mike’s grin softened and he stroked the back of his sister’s head. With some peace of mind, he started to head for the door before turning around again to look at the girl.
“Be good for Max, okay?”
“I will… even though I don’t like her very much.” Abby said with a cheeky smile, causing Mike to roll his eyes and stifle a laugh, not wanting her to think it’s funny to insult people, even though it kinda was…
Mike’s shift that night felt a bit easier than usual, the thought of spending time with his little sister getting him through.
He wouldn’t be making any excuses either. No matter what happened, he and Abby would be spending time together. After all… they were the only family they had left.
…
They had a mutual agreement that their aunt Jan didn’t count.
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How to Rehabilitate a Jock in Four Months Pt 10
Part One Part Nine Link to ao3 Part Eleven
Finally outlined the entire thing and it's lookin like it's about to be 53 parts.....we're in for the long haul lads TW for internalized homophobia/general period typical homophobia in this chapter. Nothing explicit or like present moment, just Eddie ruminating.
@stevethehairington ty for betaing giving you a kiss and a quiche
Step 10: Dress Him Appropriately
“Eddie, this is getting pathetic,” Gareth sighed with a roll of his eyes. Eddie flipped him the bird and continued to pace back and forth across the trailer, only pausing every few seconds to look up at the clock on the wall.
7:56.
“I wouldn’t call it pathetic per say,” Frank replied, continuing to tune his guitar, “But it’s a little much. Seriously dude, just chill out. Come sit,”
“No thanks,” Eddie bit out, turning on his heel and walking back towards the couch. He hadn’t eaten a thing since breakfast, but his stomach felt like it was filled with lead, and the tips of his fingers and toes were all tingly. He looked up again.
7:56. Still.
Was there a way to make time move faster? Maybe Eddie could sell his soul, or invent a time machine? Anything to make the next four minutes pass just a little bit faster.
A soft knock came from the front door and Eddie immediately perked up. He bounded over to the door and flung it open, excited to greet Steve.
Empty open air. A chilly blast of wind rushed past him, making the screen door wave erratically, banging against the side of the trailer. Eddie grabbed it and latched it properly, shutting the door and sheepishly turning around to see the rest of the band smirking at him.
Okay. Maybe he was being a little bit pathetic.
Eddie groaned, forcing himself to sit on the couch. He grabbed a few of his curls and yanked them over his face, trying to ignore the way the others were teasing him.
“I hate you guys,” He mumbled, his cheeks burning dark red.
“Careful with your words, Munson. Better treat us right or we’ll make you sound terrible for your first date,” Jeff said with a chuckle.
“It’s not a date,” Eddie moaned, burying his face in his hands
“No, it’s not,” Gareth snapped.
Eddie’s nerves turned to ash, burning up as irritation raced through his body. He huffed out an annoyed breath, sitting up and pushing his hair away from his face. Gareth was sitting in the chair in the corner, staring moodily at the window with his arms crossed. He had come to the trailer in high spirits, but had immediately turned into a pouty whining brat the second he found out Steve was going to be joining them.
“Okay-” Eddie started, about to launch into what was sure to be a brilliant argument. A loud banging noise from the front door cut them both off.
That was definitely not the wind.
“Well, gentlemen, guess you’ll have to duke it out later,” Frank said as Eddie rushed past him, slamming his knee against the coffee table in his haste to get to the door.
“Ow! I mean- Steve! Hi!” Eddie practically shouted, cringing at his volume and reaching down to clutch at his knee that was screaming in pain.
“Sorry I’m a little late!” Steve said as he stepped in, shivering to ease away the chill from outside. He noticed Eddie’s strange pose and quirked his head, raising his eyebrows.
“Are you…okay?”
“Never better. What's that?” Eddie asked, desperate to change the subject before Steve could investigate any further. The last thing he needed was Steve finding out how Eddie had spent the last twenty minutes staring at the door waiting for him to show up.
God. He really was pathetic
“Oh, my reason for being late,” Steve said, holding up the tupperware and passing it over to Jeff who opened it and pulled out a cookie, “Dustin wanted to learn how to make pignolis before Christmas, so I was teaching him my Noona’s recipe. I brought some as an apology.”
The most delectable scent filled up the trailer, and Eddie’s mouth immediately began to water. The container passed hands in less than a second, and Eddie barely had time to examine the sweet before popping the entire cookie into his mouth.
Holy shit.
This wasn’t fair. This really just was not fair.
Steve couldn’t be hot, nice, and good at baking.
“Jesus H,” Eddie muttered with his mouth still full, crumbs spilling down his shirt. He slapped his hand over his mouth to catch any other morsels that tried to escape.
The outside of the cookie was covered in some kind of crunchy nut, and the inside was the perfect contrast of soft buttery sweetness. Judging by the noises coming from the rest of the band, they were experiencing the same delight he was.
“These are amazing?” Jeff said in shock, staring down at the half bitten pignoli in his hand like he couldn’t quite believe it existed.
“You think so? I just followed a recipe, that’s all. My Noona loved making these,” Steve said, ducking his head down with an embarrassed little smile.
“Noona?” Jeff asked, grabbing another cookie.
“My grandmother. My brother’s first word was ‘Noona’ instead of Nonna, and the rest of the family just kind of followed in his footsteps,” Steve explained, reaching over and picking out his own sweet, “She used to make a huge batch before Christmas, and she swore every single year that they would last until Christmas Eve,”
Steve cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, hunching down and wagging a finger in Eddie’s direction.
“ Non quest’anno, chiacchierone. Not this year,” He croaked in a terrible old Italian lady impression. It wasn’t the most funny thing in the world, but for some reason Eddie couldn’t stop laughing. Maybe part of it was the fact that he was still reeling from the shock.
Steve bakes?
Steve has a brother?
Steve’s Italian?!
The images Eddie’s mind wanted to conjure up thinking about that were so wrong that he couldn’t do anything except laugh like an escaped asylum patient.
“Guessing that didn’t work out?” Eddie managed to say through his giggles. Steve shook his head, straightening back up.
“Every single year she would have to stay up all night and make a tiny batch, just so we had something to put out for Santa Claus,” Steve said with a fond smile. His eyes were a million miles away, but filled with an affection that was so warm Eddie was burning from the top of his head to the tips of his toes just from looking at him.
“Guess your family never heard of Oreos?” Gareth muttered from where he was still sitting, an untouched cookie sitting on the arm of the chair.
The light around Steve faded ever so lightly, and that beautiful smile became fixed. It wasn’t Steve’s anymore, just another act to keep up appearances. Eddie was trying to be patient with Gareth, he really was, but he couldn’t help the creeping loathing that was starting to crawl up his spine anytime there was another remark made.
“They’re great. Thanks, Steve,” Frank stepped in, cutting through the tension like an expert. He grabbed the last cookie, swatting Eddie’s hand away as he did, “We should make you the band groupie, have you bringing us snacks before every gig,”
“You wish, Nicholson,” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes and undoing the buttons of his overcoat and revealing his outfit.
“Uh Steve? What are you wearing?” Eddie wondered aloud, as the rest tried to hide their snickers when they caught sight of Steve’s choice for what to wear to a metal show.
Steve looked down at his maroon crew neck sweater with blue jeans and white Nikes, giving Eddie a furrowed brow frown.
“Does this not work?” He asked innocently, his puppy dog eyes dialing up from slightly cute to absolutely irresistible.
The outfit worked for Eddie, that was for sure.
“You’re going to a bar that pretty much exclusively hosts hard rock and metal bands, so no, it doesn’t.” Gareth said, smothering every word with enough disdain that Steve leaned away from him. Even Jeff looked uncomfortable and Frank let out an annoyed sigh at Gareth’s theatrics.
“Come on,” Eddie said impulsively, grabbing Steve’s wrist and giving it a comforting squeeze, “You can borrow some of my stuff,”
He tugged Steve away before there could be any protests, turning around and sticking his tongue out at Gareth as he pulled Steve into the safety of his bedroom.
Eddie babbled on about chains and eyeliner and all sorts of things to distract Steve from the awkwardness of the moment, pushing them both in and slamming the door shut without any fanfare. He didn’t want anyone interrupting them or making things worse.
And then he remembered why they were sitting in the living room instead of in here. There were clothes strewn everywhere, crumpled balls of paper in a perfect ring all around his desk, even a banana peel draped carefully on his lampshade like a fricken cartoon.
Eddie glanced at the clock on his desk as he dashed by it, hoping to get Steve taken care of as quickly as possible. Not just because he was embarrassed by the mess, but also because they were running out of time.
8:13.
Corroded Coffin went on at 10:00. It took about twenty minutes to drive there and an hour fifteen to get everything out of the van and set up. They should have left ten minutes ago just to be safe, but here he was wasting their time trying to find Steve something that would fit.
Eddie hated being late with a passion, but he found that in this moment, he cared a lot more about making sure Steve felt okay than getting to the bar early.
Wasn’t that mildly terrifying? He never put anything before his music, except maybe Wayne.
“Maybe it wasn’t a great idea for me to come,” Steve muttered, interrupting Eddie’s spiraling thoughts. He looked out of place, uncomfortable and even slightly upset by what had just happened.
“Ignore him, he’s always moody before shows,” Eddie said with a nonchalant wave of his hand.
Actually that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Gareth was usually at his happiest right before they went on stage, and normally the two of them would be bouncing around the trailer together like two jumping beans right now, while Jeff and Frank tried to calm down their enthusiasm.
But what Steve didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“Here,” Eddie said, casually tossing over a cut sleeves black top and rooting around in his closet for more.
“A tank top in December?” Steve said dubiously, holding it up in front of him. Eddie poked his head out of the closet and shot Steve a quick grin
“I’ve got plans, don’t you worry,” Eddie replied.
Steve shrugged, and then he just took his shirt off, making Eddie’s brain short circuit.
He just took off his shirt. Right there. Right in front of Eddie. Like there was nothing to it. Like he didn’t have big biceps, and a broad chest, and abs that made Eddie want to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness.
Steve was just tossing his sweater onto Eddie’s bed like it belonged there, standing in the middle of Eddie’s room half naked with ease. Like it was normal. Like it was fine.
Like he wasn’t at all afraid of Eddie seeing him shirtless.
Eddie had never been coy about who he was, and he knew that most of the school already assumed he was a queer. He never said one way or the other, he didn’t want to give those jackasses the satisfaction of being ‘right’ about him, but it didn’t matter. Once that rumor started, you could go down on a girl in the middle of the cafeteria and it wouldn’t change a damn thing.
The second the word came down, you were permanently burned. It was forever branded on your chest, like the scarlet fucking letter.
Queer.
It wasn’t like he cared much. Eddie was a queer, and proud of it too. He loved kissing boys in dirty back alleys, leaving hickeys carefully where they could always hide them, learning no names and leaving no strings attached. That was fun. That was how it was supposed to be, and he had never cared to try out what everyone else got to have.
Where was the pleasure in sharing a milkshake in the diner, or kissing behind the bleachers at a basketball game? Everyone got to do that.
It wasn’t special. It wasn’t sacred.
Eddie didn’t want it, and he didn’t care. He didn’t care about any of it.
He didn’t care that he was pretty sure the reason he always got F’s in English no matter how hard he tried was because their teacher was a bible thumper.
Eddie didn’t care that most of the boys in his gym class waited until he had left the locker room to start showering. As if he would even be interested in any of them.
He didn’t care that there would never be a chance that Steve would hold his hand in the hallways like he used to with Nancy.
He didn’t care that there was no chance Steve would ever want to hold his hand at all.
Eddie told himself he didn’t care.
“Eds?”
Fuck.
“Are you…alright?” Steve asked hesitantly.
Fuck .
He had been staring straight at Steve the entire time, and now Steve was probably remembering that Eddie was a dirty fucking queer. Somehow he must have forgotten, but he was remembering now, because Eddie had just been ogling at him for god knows how long. Steve was going to cover up and leave right this second, probably throw a couple of slurs behind him just for good measure, and Eddie had no one to blame but himself.
But once again, Steve surprised him.
He didn’t move, didn’t speak. Hell, he didn’t even cross his arms or try to cover up at all. He was just looking at Eddie with that same soft concern he had when he saved Eddie from falling off the table last week.
Gods be good, this boy was going to ruin him.
“‘M okay,” Eddie murmured, turning away to hide his terrible, terrible blush, “Just lost in thought, sorry,”
“That’s okay, I get spacey all the time at school,” Steve replied with an easy laugh, and Eddie could hear him starting to get dressed, “You should see me in Math class, I look so stupid,”
Eddie hadn’t seen Steve in math class, but he had seen him in History and Biology, so he already knew the face Steve was talking about. The face he would make when he rested his cheek in his open palm and let his eyes slowly droop shut, going from bored to gentle and peaceful.
Eddie would have called it adorable instead of stupid, but he had played with fire enough for tonight.
“The jeans are okay, but here, see if this fits,” Eddie said, getting back to business and throwing Steve one of the black leather jackets he had thrifted in Indianapolis, “What’s your shoe size?”
“12.5 but I can fit into a 12. My mom always says how annoying it is to try and find shoes for me,” Steve answered, shrugging on the jacket.
Eddie had to bite his tongue twice. The first time was because he needed to resist the urge to make a joke about how something else was probably big if Steve’s feet were. The second time was because that jacket looked like it was made for Steve to wear it, and all Eddie wanted to do was tell him to keep it.
“Lucky for you, we’re the same size,” He bit out instead, grabbing a random pair of converse and bringing them over. He would have given Steve boots (and Steve would have looked amazing in them) but this was the time for baby steps.
Steve sat down on the bed and began to lace up the sneakers as Eddie rifled through his drawers looking for any missing touches. He still looked pretty preppy, but some accessories might help that.
“Are you excited for the show?” Eddie asked, needing to keep them talking so his brain wouldn’t drift off back to where it had been falling.
“Yeah! I can’t wait to hear you play,” Steve immediately replied, sitting back up and giving Eddie his world class winning smile complete with twinkling eyes and everything.
“I sing too. I’m the lead,” Eddie added casually, not exactly to impress Steve, but really hoping that it would.
He reached over and grabbed Steve’s left wrist, pulling it close and wrapping one of his spiked leather cuffs around it, stepping back to see the full outfit.
Definitely a huge improvement, Steve wasn’t going to stick out anymore, but there was still something that felt missing. A little touch that would wrap the whole thing in a bow. Something that would undeniably say Steve was there to see him - them. Eddie reached up to fiddle with his necklace as he thought, and the second his fingers tangled in the chain, the lightbulb blinked on.
Oh. Duh.
“Here. Finishing touch,” Eddie said, pulling off his signature guitar pick necklace and putting it around Steve’s neck.
The black swirled with red complimented the dark top perfectly, and the tiny Hellfire devil that he had carved into it was the ultimate symbol.
“All done,” Eddie said.
All Mine , Eddie thought.
“Staking your claim, Babydoll?” Steve teased, playing with the necklace.
It was obviously a joke, but he couldn’t have been more right. The beast in Eddie’s chest that he had been resolutely ignoring this entire time settled down now, happy that there was an obvious marker that Steve belonged to him. That was a dangerous thought to have. A real dangerous thought.
Eddie still loved it.
“Just making sure you won’t stick out quite as badly, Sweetheart,” Eddie said with a crooked little grin, tugging once on the chain and walking to the other side of the room, “Last thing I need is you getting kicked out for being too much of a poser,”
“What a shame that would be,” Steve joked back, standing up and walking into the living room. Eddie followed him in, distractedly glancing up at the clock.
8:36. Corroded Coffin were about to be officially late for the very first time.
Eddie didn’t give a damn.
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I'm on a break but I had to jump in real quick on this
Gonna ignore everything you said bout Jungkook- cos it's not necessary. You don't have to go there. He's my bias too so you can understand why I find it offensive when you guys make derogatory comments about him. Like I'm not gonna clap for you or side with you for putting dirt on his name like be fucking for real.
There's a difference between being objective, giving constructive criticism of a person and just plain hating on someone and I'm sorry if you like Jungkook a little bit some of these comments won't fly out of your mouth nor would you entertain them.
And if you wanna get sensible words out of me avoid the triggers is all I be saying. Don't trigger me and then act discombobulated when I act crazy.
But I like what you said about Jimin....
I've been applauding Jimin's supporters since face cos yall pulled your weight and got him where he and the company hadn't contemplated going- let's get that very straight.
I said in my previous post I don't think like crazy was created specifically for a western audience. Nor was it intended to be as huge as it was.
It wasn't even his lead single yet it's his number one single💀
PJMS did too much and got him a number one on BB. BB DID NOT SEE IT COMING. THEY WOULD HAVE MOVED THE GOAL POST I TELL YA.
Yall did too much pushing his tracks to the top of charts. Yall acted as if it was a BTS come back like calm down 🤭
PJMs are soo extra🤭
But don't stop you doing amazing sweetie
They set the bar for Jimin to the high heavens. And we are hungry and wild for his success. It's cool but damn yalls appetite 🤭🤭🤭🤭
I don't think that is a bad thing. It just goes to show people are ready to support Jimin and take him to a level never seen before.
His next come back is gonna be 🔥 🔥
I mean the moment they got friends on a Marvel project I knew the Western industry thought he was on to something with his unique voice and all. Then they got him on Fast and Furious and lemme tell you that's some huge marks on his portfolio.
The portfolio this man is building is crazy!
I get all flustered and tingly thinking about what else he's gonna do and where he's gonna end up next in his career. He might have to move to Los Angeles soon cos he seem to have a place in Hollywood too the movie industry loves him🙂
If you wanna talk about the west then yea without a doubt, he is the one member who has a footing in with producers ready to work with him to make songs for their movies.
Fuck, I have a sense he's gonna cameo in a few Hollywood movies soon and he's gonna get booked to work on more soundtracks and OS for Hollywood. DAMN, IF THAT HAPPENS 😌😌😌😌😌😌
You guys need to relax, be patient and watch him.
Just watch him and don't jinx it up for him I swear to God! Yall be blocking your own blessings with unnecessary rants sometimes🙄
He's on the right track with his career. I genuinely believe that.
And I hope when he's finally ready with a predominantly English Album intended for the western market that hybe will move heaven and earth to give him the extra push and support he needs.
THEY BETTER COS WHEN I TELL YOU IT'S GONNA BE BLOODY UP IN THESE STREETS💀💀💀💀💀
And there's something about Jimin yall not realizing... those who know know.
I mean, Jimin even said it himself. he wanted an MV for every track and they shot him down....
EVERY TRACK....
THAT'S CRAZY.
And I know they shot him down, perhaps because they didn't think it was necessary for something they didn't intend to go all in on????
which is understandable but.....
We Libras are like that.
One time I set out to write a paper for a friends blog and it was supposed to be quick short and easy, but I decided to throw in a few references here and there to make it more academic and well researched- but I had to make sure it was accurate references so I hit the library. Before I knew it, I was calling up professors here and there and going all in I ended up with a 300 page dissertation and my friend couldn't use it for her blog so decided to keep it for her dissertation- so I told her I could work on a proper dissertation for her....
She said she was told she was too ambitious when she submitted it💀😬
When I get asked out for a spontaneous night out, I drive by the store to pick a new outfit and end up getting a pedicure manicure lashes silk press facials, bleach, exfoliate my butt- all for a girls night out.
Don't invite me for a sleep over cos this would be me- literally
We don't do casual so well and always end up going the extra mile and over doing things.
Oh you're sad? Don't worry. A text won't do. I'll call to check on you, email you, make a blog for you, drive by your home in the middle of the night, move into your home, get married to you, have your children, dig my own grave and bury myself next to you cos I never know how much affection is enough 😭💀
I dare you to ask me a simple question- I'll go on and on and try to cover every base and every aspect. One lecturer told me, you are brilliant Goldy but learn to limit yourself and limit the scope when answering questions- yes, I was always the student who never finished a paper on time and always run out of time cos I had so much to say and everything I had to say felt important😭😭😭😭😭
If you listen to Jimin, it wasn't even intended for set me free to be as big as it turned out to be💀💀💀
As amazing of a voice as he has, he had to request for voice training just to make sure he was on track- when I tell yall, sometimes his "shortcomings" are all in his head bless his heart😭🥲
How many times did Jungkook and Yoongi say they had to reassure him he had a great singing voice and yet those were the times he kept insisting he wanted voice training😔
Sometimes we see flaws in ourselves others don't see. Most times those flaws are as imaginary as could be. And yet we obsess over those perceived flaws and even worse, we try to fix them....
If you're someone like that sometimes it may appear all everyone does around you is shoot you down and try to bring you down- but in reality, they'd just be the ones keeping you tethered so the perfectionist or dysmophia in you don't drive you over the edge.
Not saying Jimin struggles with dysmophia of all sorts..... but he lowkey give off vibes if you know what I mean💀
All these comments about him being the triple A guy when it comes to effort, the hyungs using him as inspiration to work hard, the whole Kpop industry making him out to be the "rookie Bible" lowkey stems from over ambitiousness and innate dissatisfaction with the barest minimum- but sometimes that's all that you need to do. The barest minimum.
It took me a while to understand this and feel comfortable with lecturers and people around me telling me I'm enough and don't need to do too much all the time to feel good enough or accomplished.
One time I scored a B+ on a paper, I cut myself for not working hard enough. After bleeding it out of my system I gathered the courage to confront the teacher only to find out she had my grades mixed with someone else's 😭😭😭😭💀
I spent so much time in the study room at boarding school people called me the study room freak and I kid you not I got an award for it😭😭😭😭😭😭
I'm much much better now and can let my grammar errors fly without feeling a need to read through my writings a gazillion times. It's the Marijuana but still. It feels good to not care about anything anymore 😌
He's said he's working on his perfectionism and isn't consumed by it anymore but lowkey lowkey- we love him regardless 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Bottom line, we shouldn't confuse what happened with Face with what's happening with Jungkook.
Jimin's entanglement with the West wasn't intended at all in my opinion. It just happened. He had had Vibe and I think they just rode on the waves of the publicity from that for Set me free and Later like Crazy.
Thus he made more money spending less on advertising and marketing- comparatively speaking.
Then you have the youngest who had to sacrifice and go last after everyone- bare in mind who ever went first with their Solo had the most organic publicity because it was a new phase and all attention was on BTS since they announced a hiatus and going solo.
With little effort, that person was guaranteed to back some coins 🪙
The one to go last is relatively disadvantaged because he loses that organic attention and would require a lot of publicity to sell- but if he happens to be Jungkook then they would need to do just a little lifting because again- Golden Maknae. But imagine if Hobi were to go last- like some of yall wouldn't even care at all lets be honest which is not fair to Hobi but also the sad reality.
If I were Jungkook or Tae I wouldn't agree to go last at all don't give a fuck it's everyone for themselves💀
See this is why I wanted them all to release their albums at once. Hybe would be over stretched but then everyone would shut the fuck up. 😒
It may appear to most that the company didn't put in much effort to promote Jimin and- I understand these sentiments. I do. I just don't think it's a fair objective assessment of the situation💀
It's easy to say this wasn't treated well or that wasn't treated well when all you focused on is your bias. And I think sometimes equity prevails over equality because in as much as some went ahead of others, some already had kicked started their publicity with other collabs, some had been allotted more of the spending budget, some had high productions or low productions, they all can't get equal treatment.
Jungkook's launch is very much deliberate and well strategized too for the last debut. They took the lessons from the others launch and are trying to cover every base. He went last and so Hybe just had to make sure he went out with a bang. It be like that.
Every has to bag their coins somehow and that's all that matters.
Now that phase one is done. I can't wait to find out what they have install for phase two- I hope it's not gonna be crickets cos they all in Jail or military or whatever 😭💀
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is just to love | jake lockley x reader
no use of y/n, pure fluff, he’s such a good boy tbh
The sheets rustle beneath you as you’re turned over onto your back by broad hands, warmth radiating from his chest as he settles himself on top of you. His arms caging in your head as he holds himself up just enough to look down at you.
He holds your eye with a lax smirk, one that mirrors back so easily onto your own face as you look up at him.
The morning light filtering into the room is warm, cutting through the space in thin slivers as particles dance in golden rays. The sheer blinds having not been fully closed the night prior.
Nudging your head forward, your forehead meets his as you close your eyes. The only sound to be heard was the gliding of your fingers, smoothing along the navy blue cotton of the crew neck long-sleeved shirt he wore to bed.
There were plenty of things you wanted to say in this moment but it was hard to choose. Which could do what you felt justice?
The most prominent sentiment settling on your tongue and coating the surface thickly, and maybe you didn’t have to say it. Because how could he not feel it, in this instance, all of the emotion that was held for him in just one body?
Digging your teeth into your bottom lip, both of your hands slip under his arms to meet around his back. Your head burrowing against the left side of his neck as your legs wrap his torso, his chest shaking in quiet amusement.
“What are you? My own personal koala?” Jake asks lowly, his voice reverberating against your neck as he speaks. Your reply comes back muffled, dulled by the fabric of his shirt.
“What was that? Can’t hear you from the way you’re trying to sink into my flesh.” He jokes dryly.
“I said,” You huff in mock annoyance. “I love you, you asshole.”
“Ooh, how romantic. My girl certainly knows how to make a man feel special. I’m feeling all warm and tingly inside.”
“I know.” You pull your head back from the juncture of his neck, letting it fall back against the pillow with a soft plop. “I’m a real casanova. You’re lucky to have me.”
Pressing a kiss against your right lobe, you can feel him give a short nod before speaking. “I like you.” He grumbles and you swear the admission melts your heart.
“I like you more.” You whisper, holding him tighter just because you can.
“Wanna test those odds?” He asks, a thick dark brow arching amusedly down at you and normally, you’d hate the way you giggle at the question but you just like him that much.
“I think you’ll find that I’m right.” You reply, a toothy grin sprawling across your face and he watches wordlessly. His eyes chocolatey and deep as he studied you for a moment before leaning in, lips chastely connecting with your cheek.
“Is that right?” He asks, voice gentle, soft.
“Yeah, I’m right.” You had to be, you were made breathless by him so effortlessly, there was no way you weren’t.
“I think,” He starts, light puffs of air fanning against your skin as he placed multiple kisses across your face at a snails pace. “That you’re smart.”
“But?”
“I think,” Kiss. “That you’re,” Kiss. “Very smart.” Kiss.
“Uh-huh?” You encourage him to continue with a laugh.
“But you don’t know everything.” He says catching your eye, nose mere centimeters away from your own.
“How so?”
“Well, if you knew everything, you’d know I like you.”
“I know you like me.”
“But you’d also know I don’t just like you on Mondays when you’re smiling with your eyes over a cappuccino. Or on Thursdays, when you’re laying on your back, watching me take off my gloves like you need me more ways than you can count.” He eyes your lips but only presses a kiss against the right corner of your mouth.
“If you knew everything, you’d know I like you all the time, on every day.” He kisses the left corner this time.
“In every way?” You ask quietly, staring up at him with all the affection you can fit into a glance.
“In every way.” He agrees leaning in slowly.
“You’re a fucking poet, Lockley.”
“Shut up.” And he’s smiling as he kisses you, square on the lips; your laughter minutely shaking your shoulders.
#moon knight blurb#jake lockley x reader#moon knight fluff#moon knight system x reader#jake lockley#moon knight drabble
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Kinktober Day 5
WELCOME BACK SLUTS. It's that time of the year you've been looking forward to. As always, Kinktober is hosted by your local Napoleon simp @xxsycamore
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Day 5 -Spit-roasting | Double Penetration
It wasn't meant to be a double date. You were spending time with Dazai and then you found Charles. You don't think the two even want to be sharing you, but neither of them were going to let you go.
"At least I call her by the right name."
"But she likes to be called Toshiko-san, don't you?"
Charles is sitting on the bed, you're sitting between his legs, his arms around your waist. Dazai is kneeling on the bed in front of you, his hand on your chin to make you look at him.
You're blushing like crazy, stuck between both of these guys.
Charles lifted your shirt up to have his hands against your bare skin. "Why don't we have her choose who she wants to be with~"
"Toshiko-san would much rather be with me."
"I-I"
You can't choose between them. But then again what are you even choosing.
"don't tell me you prefer, Dazai over me,' Charles pouts and sets his chin on your shoulder. "Maybe you should give me a chance," he smirks and his hands start to go up your body.
Dazai glares at him and stops his hands.
"What? It's not like she told me to stop."
"I'm the one who brought her out."
"Then I guess you'll have to fight for her," he giggled at the end and ran his tongue along the outer edge of your ear.
He moved all of your hair to one side and started to kiss your neck.
You let out a soft moan, which was quickly muffled by Dazai's lips.
Charles' hands move back to your body, moving away your skirt and pressing his fingers against your moistened panties. "I want to put my cock right here," he purrs in your ear.
Dazai shoves Charles back to get him to stop touching you. "So you want me, right?" He broke the kiss and pushed your hair behind your ears.
"I-I don't know," you felt tingly down below now. You close your legs and squeeze them shut.
Charles sits back up. "You want me, right? I'll tell him to leave if you feel bad."
Your face flares up. You can't choose. But it's because you want both of them.
"...both," your voice was soft, barely audible.
"What was that?" Dazai gets closer to you. "You can tell Charles no," he smiles
"I-I want both of you."
You could tell both of them froze. But they quickly got over with it.
"Both?"
"I didn't know you were so dirty, Toshiko-san," Dazai smirks and kisses you again.
Charles pouts because he gets to kiss you, but then starts to unbutton your shirt. "Then let's get undressed."
The moment your shirt is open he gropes your breasts, moaning into Dazai's mouth.
He breaks the kiss and puts his fingers in your mouth. "Let's use this for something else."
All four of their hands are touching you, moving your body. You're already getting overstimulated, and by the time you are brought back to your senses you realize you are in your hands and knees. Your body moved so willingly that you didn't realize you were.
Your clothes are off, and in front of you Dazai is dropping his clothes to the floor.
Charles is rubbing his hands along your hips, his tip pressed against your entrance.
You would hate to admit how eager you are. How desperate you are for the two of them. You just want to open your mouth now, already ready for Dazai's cock.
Dazai strokes himself a few times to get himself harder, then runs a hand through your hair, rigging it to make you look up at him. "You're so pretty. Open wide for me."
You do as he asks and open your mouth. The moment your mouth was filled, Charles slid into you. You could tell he was getting impatient.
You moan and start sucking on Dazai's cock while Charles thrusts into you.
As he started to get rougher you started taking in more of Dazai. His movements jerked you forward and backward, it's almost like Dazai was fucking your mouth.
Dazai moans and keeps a hand in your hair. "Not too rough, Charles," as much as he was enjoying this, he didnt want you to deep throat him if you weren't ready.
"But she feels so good," he whines. "So right and wet~" his hand reaches around to rub your clit.
Your hips jerk, not expect it and your legs try to close.
"Keep them open. You know you enjoy it," he keeps playing with you, his thrusts getting deeper. Your moans get louder and you do your best to keep sucking Dazai.
Your head is so distracted by what's going on by your lower half that it's forgetting that you have a cock in your mouth.
"Toshiko-san~ If you don't pick up the pace I'll have to take over," Dazai tugs your hair and makes you take more of him into your mouth.
Drool is coming out the corners of your mouth and you try bobbing your head again.
"Good girl."
Charles smirks and his thrusts get faster. "Feels like someone just came."
You slicked up his cock to be able to move inside you easier. That little praise was the small push you needed to get you stimulated enough to cum. But now you're more sensitive, and they're going to be able to get you to cum a whole lot more.
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SEXY BOY
Roman Roy x f!oc
" Sally where the fuck is my coffee! "
" it's right in front of you. "
Roman snapped his head to look down at his table and scoffed when he found a fresh cup of coffee that Sal had gotten him, he held it in his hands for a few seconds and took a small sip before quickly making a face of distaste and chucking it in the small garbage can.
" What the fuck did you do that for! " sally yelled as she quickly made her way to his desk and looked down at the garbage can that was now soaked with coffee.
" I didn't like it, you should've just got me my usual—"
" Black coffee you shit! That's what you always get! " Sally said as she waved her arms while talking. Roman closed his mouth and looked down before putting his pointer finger in front of her as in to silence her, " Yes yes I know but I have changed and now I like black coffee with a teeny weeny bit of sugar. "
Roman and Sally both stayed quiet as they stared at one another, Sally looked at him for a solid minute before rolling her eyes and cursing while leaving the office to back down to the cafe near Roman's house.
" Your going to be late to your dads birthday party. " she said as she opened the glass door to his home office and turned to look at him one last time.
" Don't worry we're not gonna be late, besides dads place is close. "
" it's a twenty minute drive Roman and with traffic it might be more. " Sally kept on going as she went back to stand in front of his desk and packing his and her stuff.
" I say we go now so you can be on his good side today. " She suggested as Roman stood there and nodded, " But we first have to make a little visit to my brother. "
Sally followed Roman at the two of them headed to the car and left for the office, she carried two large Dolce & Gabbana tote bags that was filled with documents and a laptop in each bag and a large bag of cookies that Roman likes from Italy so he can eat in the car.
Sally Huntings knew everything there was to know about her boss, she knows that he likes to go to the park immediately after work and that he likes sweets even though he won't admit it, he hates smoking and drugs and doesn't enjoy sushi and Matcha says it's a super food for western hippies.
He likes when she wears bright outfit that gets everyone giving her distasteful looks, he likes when she scratches his head when she comes over to his house and brings him his weekly groceries. He likes when she always brings him coffee even when he doesn't even want it but she still does, he hates when she asks any personal question about him.
But if there was one thing Sally huntings noticed that Roman loved was when she would call someone out and confront them just to defend him. Roman loved that someone was there to support him and help him in his tragic path of work and business, Roman wasn't a serious person, he found that no one treated him seriously so he didn't bother to act all poise and serious like his older brother, Kendall. But when he saw how much Sally believed in him and would set him up with meeting with important people so the could recognize the name Roman Roy COO, he would feel all weird and tingly inside.
He never had anyone support him other then Gerri but she wouldn't truly speak up like Sally would.
Sally would try to prove to everyone that Roman Roy was the best there was, and he actually got a few deals after meeting with the important people that Sally brought in, Roman shocked his entire family when he closed a deal with another small news network that was basically ancient and wouldn't sell to Waystar, but after two meetings with Roman they budged.
Roman remembered that day very clearly, he remembered when he closed the deal and his father invited the entire family to celebrate, he remembered when Sally came to his penthouse late at night and kissed him and jerked him off, he also remembered kicking her out when things got too heated.
Sally and Roman aren't as close as they used to be after that little encounter, soon they moved past it but it was still a bit awkward for Sally who basically threw herself at him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck to kiss him passionately.
Roman didn't apologize and pretended that Sally never came to his house and nothing ever happened, he never brought up the deal or anything else related to the that fuzzy night that now seemed like a distant memory you couldn't remember all the parts on what happened that specific day.
It wasn't until he started goofing around a bit his father them decided to ship him off to LA and run the movie business with Frank, a lot of things went downhill and Roman felt like he was letting everyone down and ate shit when his movie came out about a big turkey. His father then practically ordered him to come back home and do nothing, Roman was embarrassed but hid it with sexual jokes and insulting people.
" Hey, Hey motherfuckers " Roman said as he casually strutted in the office with a smirk and his arms out while Sally followed him with a struggle trying to walk in her kitten heels that almost seemed close to snapping with the weight she carried.
"...Roman. " Kendall said tiredly.
" My guy! are you saging? " Roman asked as he looked at the random guy he hired to sage his brothers office.
" well we're concerned about the alarms. " Frank butted in as he glanced at Sally who gave him a small smile which he returned.
" Ooh right, yes, the bad Juju— what hey! Don't smile at her you fucking pervert. " Roman said to Frank when he noticed him smiling at his assistant.
" No I was ju— "
" Can it you old COO wannabe. " Frank only rolled his eyes as he continued to slouch in his seat.
" I can use essential oils? " the sage guy said as he raised his eyebrows suggestively while holding two small vials of oil.
" Mmm no, I think just fuck off, thanks. " Roman said sarcastically and waved at the man who stared at him shocked before slowly packing up his things.
" Buddy come on hurry up we got a birthday to catch. You can go cry in your car not here. " Sally said as she neared the man and began snapping her fingers, he began to speed his pace and slammed his briefcase before glaring at her and Roman.
Roman cackled at Sally who only smiled at him.
" How you doing? " Roman asked his brother as he began to play with a pen on the table " Good good, just finessing. " Kendall said as he kept checking his phone and looking at his brother.
" Mm finessing, nice. "
" You okay man? "
Romanized raised his eyebrows at his brother " Okay? Yes, I'm okay obviously. " He looked at Sally before looking at his brother with a smile " Why would you even ask that? "
Kendall kind of mumbled a bit and pointed around the room, " Oh here? Man, I'm... I'm so over it I was a bad fit, you know. I was never corporate cock-suck anyway. "
" They stuck me in LA with Old Father Time right here, " he pointed his thumb over to Frank who didn't Ben glance at him, " We were the Pool Boys right, Frank? Fucking banana cabana? "
" Good times. " Frank sarcastically said but Roman only cackled and glanced over at Sally who began pointing at her watch. He quickly nodded before standing up and walking around the table and closer to ken.
" So what's the bid? "
" The bid? Uh well... "
" Wha what? That's commercially sensitive? I'm still on the board man. " Roman said with a hint of annoyance on his tone.
" Going 125. " Kendall quickly answered.
" 125?! Fuck man! "
Kendall grew confused and nervous " What? High or low? " Roman only laughed, " Your laughing, what? "
" for vaulter right the shitty tech company runned by hippie teens? "
" Oh fuck you man. "
" I'm just so pleased to be out of here, this place was essentially a cage to me. "
" Yeah? Well now I'm opening the lock and setting you free, get out Roman I don't need this right now. " Kendall said waving off Roman and walking over to the interns who began showing him numbers and charts.
Roman then noticed the looks of the interns faces and how they scoffed and some even rolled their eyes at Roman's antics, Roman straightened his posture and made a mocking serious face and nodded stiffly. " Oh yes, yes. Sally get the bags come on, " he continued nodding with a small smirk soon crawling onto his lips.
" Mm, Mm yes very serious, yes Serious. "
Roman pulled Kendall's head and gave it a big kiss and making a smooching sound, Kendall puce he him away " Rome! " Roman laughed and left the office and nodding to everyone before giving the finger to Frank who's serious facade dropped.
Sally followed him and took her phone out to call Roman's driver to meet them at the entrance. The two of them entered the elevator and Sally quickly clicked the GF button and glared at Roman who was playing with his cuff links and stood there admiring them, acting clueless, as if he wasn't purposely waiting for the doors to close shut and leave sally.
Sally opened the car door for herself but Roman quickly pushed her and went in, " Fucking asshole. " she cursed quietly and roughly slammed the door shut and he looked at her with a small twinkle in his eyes.
She only looked over at him and scoffed before turning her attention to the driver, " Logan Roy's house, and take the shortcut. We can't afford any traffic. " she said as she began typing away at her phone and setting up future meetings for Roman.
" So what did you get my dad? " Roman asked in a bratty tone.
Sally slowly stopped typing and looked at Roman with a blank stare, " What? " she quietly said.
" What did you get for my dad? What are you deaf in one ear gremlin?"
" I thought you were going to get the gift... "
Roman blinked a few times " No, No I didn't, how the fuck did you not get him a gift, you said you were going to !? "
" Yeah, that was after you said no to practically everything I suggested we should get him! " Sally knew that today wasn't going to go well, especially with Roman, she knew something was missing and here it was. A nice slap in the face. " You said you were going to take care of it! " She pressed.
" When have I ever taken care of anything! " Roman's said as he mocked her in a girly tone but she only shoved him in the arm which lead him to shoving her harder but with both hands on both shoulders.
She yelped as she fell back and smacked her back on the window, " Agh Roman you asshole! We can't just go there empt handed! " Sally said as she went to look for her phone under the seats were she dropped it.
" it's o-okay, we can just get him a cake with a little bouquet of flow— "
" Ugh! it's like you don't even know me! When have you ever seen dad eat cake. " Roman said as he gripped the sides of his long wool coat that felt scratchy on his palm.
" We can get him a watch. "
" You just said we can't afford traffic. "
Sally only groaned as she shut her eyes and tried to think where they could get a gift. " You could tell him that you ordered him a very special gift and it still hadn't arrived? " Sally suggested and turned to glance over Roman who slowly nodded.
" Yeah that sounds good, "
Sally sighed in relief and turned to look out the window as rain began pouring heavily on the city of New York, " Hey Sally, "
" Yes Roman. "
" Seeing as your doing absolutely nothing maybe you could make yourself useful and find a gift and order it, now. "
Sally only looked at Roman and licked her lips and pulled out her phone and began searching for an expensive gift for Logan. " Here take my card. " Roman took his Burberry wallet from
His suit pocket and pulled out his card, handing her the card as she silently took it.
Sally began looking around the internet for anything suited Logan Roy, " How about this? " She asked as she gave roman her phone to see " he'll look like a grumpy elf with those shoes! No! "
She rolled her eyes and kept looking for anything else.
" What about this ? "
" A homeless man has more taste than those pants."
" Oh Roman this is so Nice! "
" That is the most ugliest sweater I have ever seen in my entire life, and I used to live with Connor. "
" This is a very classy watch you can't tell me this isn't nice! "
" It has one diamond in the middle, have a little respect! "
" Roman you have to pick something for him, I have devoured the internet trying to find something and you have picky taste. "
" How dare my personal assistant suggest I should do something for myself! "
" You know what screw you im going to get him a watch and your going to like it! "
" Don't you dare Sally ! "
Sally ignored him and screamed as he tried to take her phone away, she tried to click ship button but Roman was making it hard as he bit her clothed shoulder and was trying to pull the phone away, the driver, Fred only looked at the rear view mirror with a nonchalant expression and clicked a button to put up a window between him and them.
" Fred help me! Ow! Roman stop biting you intolerant troll! "
" Don't you dare embarrass me and buy that watch! It looks like it's for women. " Sally only cackled and finally clicked the order button" That's because it is! "
" No! You evil bitch!"
" Were here. " Fred said as the car slowly came to a stop and was parked right in front of Logan's townhouse. Roman looked out the window and noticed some men with cameras and rolled his eyes.
" I swear to god I'm going to kill you. "
Sally only scoffed as she began packing their stuff up, " Roman please you couldn't even get the fly that was in your coffee this morning! " The two of them left the car and quickly entered the house as the paparazzi began yelling at them and cameras flashing.
" My card please. " Roman said and stuck his hand out, he entered the elevator while Sally kept trying to rummage through her purse for it.
" You know what keep it,give it to me Tomorrow you nerdy little bitch, Bye! "
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#roman roy fluff#roman roy imagine#roman roy x reader#roman roy x you#succession fanfic#succession x reader#succession#keiran culkin
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Leans really cool on an expensive car. Hey do you have any Charles lee and/or ler headcanons. I keep thinking about your art of him… he is so cute
Idk if I have any headcanons but I feel like as a lee he definitely curls in on himself to escape the onslaught… and gets super embarrassed about it afterwards. (Sorry if my use of terminology is clunky I don’t rlly go here usually GAKAHKASH)
OHHH YEAH YEAH OF COURSE DUDE!!
100000% agree about him trying to curl up to escape!! Of course it doesn’t work but yknow it’s the thought that counts
He also seems like the type to hide his face if he can, trying to muffle his laughter and hide how red his face is getting!
Chronic giggler, like the second someone even HINTS at tickling him he crumbles and starts to giggle
Lets be so for real right now, Whit LOOVEESSS THIS since he’s a huge tease in canon anyway
Verbal teases are the literal death of Charles, he can’t stand them they make the tingly feeling like 100% worse for him to the point he’ll try and cover his ears to block out the teasing
If whoever’s tickling Charles DOES get his hands away from his face, I feel like his laugh is pretty airy and tittery, he doesn’t snort often but when he does OHHH my god is beautiful and he hates it
I also think he has ticklish palms!! But that’s just my instinct whenever I see a character with gloves 😭
I’d like to think his sides are pretty bad, which is like the worst ever because one squeeze and my dude is DONE
All this doesn’t mean he’s not a great ler though
He doesn’t often go after people on his own, he’s usually provoked into it
Like Whit, being the little shit he is, will lay across his lap all dramatic like with a hand on his forehead like a damsel in destress
Charles just rolls his eyes fondly and digs into his tummy, knowing what Whit’s intentions were the second the blonde strode up to him
Pretty gentle when it comes to tickling others, not really wanting to push anyone’s limits unless they were being very very annoying. Then he’d have to “teach them a lesson” in which he’s a little bit more ruthless
Not much of a verbal teaser, but will point out anything objectively embarrassing the other person is doing in a matter of fact kind of way
“Did you just snort? Hm, interesting.” “Your laughter is getting high pitched, does it really tickle that bad?” Stuff like that!
He’ll often try to avoid tickle fights in they’re happening, since he finds it all quite embarrassing
But because of that the others usually try and pull him in, to shake the nerves yknow!!
I had way more Charles HC’s than I thought I did oh my goodness 😭😭 I love him sm!! I hope you like these! (And don’t even worry about it, you did use the terms right!! >:])
#mango speaks#tickling#tickle#tickle community#tickles#danganronpa tickle#tickle headcanons#drdt tickle#danganronpa despair time tickle#lee!charles#ler!charles
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Thank You For Everything
Where SunHee’s life had always been the piano, but after a tragic accident, she can barely stand to look at the instrument, and left her memories behind to start a new life at college. With a great group of best friends and two years of school under her belt, SunHee had finally succeeded in pushing away her old life. That is, until she met Yoongi.
Group: BTS
Pairing: Yoongi/Fem! Reader (Third Person-SunHee)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Some language, Suggestive Themes, Car Accident, Character Death (Just one OC, not anyone in BTS or MCs), Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Light Partying/Alcohol Consumption, Mention of Cigarettes, Grief/Mourning
Chapters: 13
Word Count: 45,376
Main Masterlist | BTS Masterlist
COMPLETE
Preview:
SunHee was unable to handle the tension any longer, wishing she could just get away from Yoongi and remind herself why she stopped talking to him in the first place.
She started backing up, about to turn around when she felt slightly cold fingers wrap around her left wrist.
“SunHee, wait.”
She stopped automatically, glancing at his hand before meeting his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” he sounded like he didn’t make apologies very often, expression awkward as his eyes darted from hers before he was scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry for taking you to that music café after you told me you didn’t play anymore. I shouldn’t have asked you about it, I just-”
He stopped, his eyebrows furrowing as he contemplated his next words.
“I mean, it’s okay,” SunHee wanted nothing more than to get away from him right now; she didn’t want him to mention the date, or the café, or the piano .
She just wanted to forget about it all and stop the tingly feeling that had been running up her arm since the second Yoongi had grabbed it.
“I just… I guess I can’t understand how someone could just stop playing music.”
Yoongi spoke slightly louder now, the incredulous and confused look on his face tying her stomach into knots as she quickly turned away.
Why did she feel so ashamed when he looked at her like that?!
“Why do you care ?”
SunHee’s tone was harsh, and she could feel the blood pumping through her veins angrier than she needed to be, frustrated .
Who was he to ask her about any of this?
“Why do you care so much about whether or not I play music?”
She hated how he made her feel; like it was that wrong for her to stop playing the piano.
If she wanted this much of a guilt trip, she would pay a visit to her mom .
“How do you even know what kind of music I play in the first place ? Or if I’m even any good ?!” she was being defensive, too defensive, but she couldn’t stop the words as they came pouring from her mouth. “Sure, yes , I played in high school, but what if I suck now?”
She could feel her body heat rising and tried to steady her breathing.
Don’t get yourself worked up , she told herself. Namjoon and MinJee are right downstairs
“Why are you so concerned? What if I just grew out of it?” SunHee ignored her voice of reason, yanking her wrist from Yoongi’s hand as she glared at him. “You think you know me, but you have no idea who I am.”
There was a pause, the words of her outburst lingering in the tense air between them. She looked down at her trembling hands, fighting the sudden urge to burst into tears.
You’re not just angry at him , SunHee
She ignored her thoughts, biting hard on her bottom lip.
Yoongi sighed deeply, breaking the silence, and she was looking at his face once more despite herself. He was running a hand through his already disheveled hair, eyes downcast as he seemed to be debating on something.
Then he finally made eye contact with her for a moment before dropping his hand to his side.
“I know you better than you think.”
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A Further Continuation
Her hand in mine. Both of us in white. I'd refused to wear a dress, but compromised on the lacey nature of the suit and the veil. She looks ... stunning, gorgeous. I can't take my eyes off her. As we walk down the aisle, her side is filled with friends, heroes, maybe family while mine was filled with news reporters, journalists, and famous streamers and bloggers as I've no family to speak of. All look happy for her, but the hateful stares on me still linger once they think she's not looking. They think I manipulated her into it. When in truth this was nothing but accident. I didn't think she'd say 'yes'. How could I have known? We fought toe to toe so many times. I coerced her, tricked her, even kidnapped her once ... but now she has me guessing if any of that was actually me, or if she'd just gone willingly? Even the movie nights, I assumed she only did them because she could get me to lay off the evil plans for a few weeks at a time. But was she just finding excuses to spend time with ... me?
As we pass through the doors, I can't help but ask: "Why me?" As if looking for a clear answer would help. Maybe?
She stops and looks at me, sighing. "Their looks got to you, huh? You're not an evil person." She takes both of my hands. "You pretended to be. The courts already proved that. You were fined for the fraud and the property damage, the terrorism charges were dropped, you served six months in solitary for the public endangerment charge on a reduced sentence provided that for the next 12 years you're under active observation, and because the law loves to be more mean than fair, during that 12 years, you're required to sell all technical advancements made by your company at cost and had to agree to controlled renting on all your properties plus forgive all mortgages and loans." She takes a breath. "Which we both know you were planning to do anyways because, and I'll say it again: you're not an evil person. You're paying it back, and have paid much of it already." Her hand leaves mine to lift my chin up, her lips meet mine. Warm, soft, slightly tingly and smelling of honey. She did love that chap-stick a lot. When the kiss breaks I take the opportunity to speak.
"They can look at me all mad and suspicious all they want. I know I don't have friends. What I'm so confused about is ... why me? Why am I special to you? Why ... How could you love me?"
"How could you love me?" She asks in a rather perfect rebuttal. It takes me a moment to think. She pulls me along, walking.
"Well, when we met, we had the same goal. To prove we could matter. Mine was about spiting my 'family' who always treated me as the 'lesser' child. To prove I could beat them at their own game. Yours was about proving you could be better. Stronger. Happy." I pause. "I guess that bothered me a bit. You'd done what I couldn't. You stopped letting yours matter. Cut them out to just be ... you. And I was stuck trying to prove mine wrong. And I hated that, a lot, but I also couldn't make you lose because ... what would that do but prove yours right? That you weren't stronger than what they made you out to be. Like mine had done to me too. So I adjusted so we'd both get what we wanted ... and before I knew it ... it wasn't about my family anymore. It was just about you. Seeing you shine and say "fuck you" to the haters. Watch you gain overwhelming success. I wanted you to succeed." We'd stopped again and she was just looking at me, nodding. Eagerly prodding me to go on. "I guess I didn't notice because I was just so focused on the next scheme ... making your next triumph. Making it so I'd benefit but ... it wasn't about ruling the city anymore ... that was just the tool ... it allowed me to keep helping you. You started even taking on other villains and I began to see the tactics you developed by fighting me work on them. I was ... happy. The stronger you got, the more people cheered." I pause and frown. "I guess I kind of always did like you, but our circumstances made it seem impossible we could have anything together, so I just ... pushed it down. We simply couldn't be. Which is why I can't figure out why you said 'Yes'. I went out of my way to make your life difficult. Did things you kept telling me not to do because I knew you stopping me would make you look good. I couldn't have you be mine. I'd set the stage the first day we met, but I could at least know I'd done something good for you in the end. I know you'd hate me, but what did it matter? So why do you love me? I've been nothing but a pain to deal with."
She laughs. "You really are kind of dumb for someone so smart." That hurt a bit. "My idiot villain." Still ouch. "From day one, I was trying to show you that the better way wasn't to remain shackled to the expectations of those that never cared about you. You didn't need to succeed in doing what they said you couldn't. You should have been doing what they were trying to make sure you wouldn't. Which was be happy." Her hands come up to cup my cheeks. "But you kept running away, and ignoring what I was saying! I kept trying to get through that thick skull of yours. I even let myself get kidnapped and blackmailed by you." Well that answers that question. "And our last fight, out of that entire monologued speech, it felt so ... hollow. Like it was just drama. But the proposal ... you said it with such a lamenting tone. Like you believed that in another life we could have been together. The movie nights to buy a week or two of more peace could have just been dates. The blackmail and kidnapping could have been erased and us just spending time together. And that sucked. You'd made it clear that you enjoyed every fucking minute of us being together, even if it was just fighting. Because it was something, and that was etter than nothing. But now it was over, and how different we could have been."
She takes a deep breath and exhales. She's keeping back tears. I can see it. "And I was just so done with your bullshit at that moment. All I thought was "fuck you". Because it could have been different. No-one could prove it was you up until that moment. At any other time you could have proposed and I would have said 'yes' but you'd been too stupid to notice that I actually liked you." She takes a breath, clearly this aggrivated her somewhat and for once I hated that expression.
"I'm sorry. I-"
"Shut." She says, putting a finger to my lips. "And then it hit me. You'd shared all your past schemes with me. Even your current ones. I didn't have proof, but you did. Proof that would turn one of the greatest villains into the greatest of dorks. A dork I could marry. The dork I wanted to. All of that proof was on a private computer you built that only you could access. So instead of an incriminating trial to back up a huge victory ... I chose to lose, and prove to the world what I giant dumbass you were. That you were actually trying to help people. And even helped out not just me, but other heros be better so they could save more from actual villains." Another pause. "I love you, because you're a hero in ways no one thought to be. You chose being a villain to help save people. To be the "big bad" because the rules for hero's prevent us from doing the right thing. Because hero and villain isn't just decided by who's right and who's wrong. It's decided by how rich someones friends are, and how much someone else can profit off your popularity. It's decided by "those who uphold the status quo" and "those who don't"."
"Love?"
"Yes?" I answer.
"The media hates you. The people you help, the people who understand what you did and why, they don't. We love you, me most of all. You did good. So let them glare. I chose you. And they can be as pissed about this all they want: you're my hero, my villain, my wife."
I'm ... yep, I'm crying. Trying not to. But if I speak I'm toast.
"Alright, home. Before we get in trouble?"
I nod.
"Adorable."
"Fuck you." I manage to choke out.
"Later." God I hate/love her grin.
You accidentally proposed to your arch nemesis but are surprised to find they actually like you and happily accept your proposal. You wonder how you never realised this as you walk the aisle with them.
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Unlikely Places - Chapter 2 - Part 2
*Warning Adult Content*
Chapter: 2 - The Mysterious Stranger
"Where are you parked, Jackson?" Branson asked as they all rose to their feet.
I looked up at Branson in surprise, noticing how everyone around me had stopped talking and were listening intently to my response.
"I'm parked a bit off the main strip," I responded glancing from face to face as I saw their frowning responses.
"What?" I questioned.
"I don't want to be stuck in traffic. I hate that."
"Of course, you do," Mick responded in aggravation.
"Typical Jackson, even puts himself at risk to avoid what he doesn't like," Noah tacked on.
I glanced around in annoyance.
"How did I do that? I walked here just fine from my car and I can make my way back there, too."
In truth I had not thought about it and it most likely wouldn't even be coming up now if it hadn't been for earlier.
Now the guys were on lookout and giving me grief over their own overprotective tendencies.
Archer ruffled my hair from behind.
"Everybody is a little right, okay?" I harrumphed and everyone laughed.
Though we were the same age they tended to treat me like I was younger.
Not only because I was smaller but because they thought me naïve.
I usually didn't mind and I guess I didn't tonight either, considering how the stranger's eyes had made me shiver earlier just by looking at me. I was glad I had friends nearby.
Maybe parking further out hadn't been my best idea after all.
"We'll all walk out together," Percy declared.
He grabbed Archer's hand and my hand and led the way through the club and out through the front doors.
Archer and I immediately bumped into him from both sides as Percy came to a sudden halt.
I looked up at Percy then followed his eyes to where he stared as I heard my friends walking out behind us start questioning why we had stopped.
The sudden silence from behind me signaled they too had seen what Percy had seen.
Their whispered curses further revealed how unhappy they were about it.
"What the hell?" I heard Branson ask for like the third time tonight.
I was starting to think it would make a good lyric to a country and western song.
My nervous gaze landed on the silent stranger leaning against the back door of an extremely ritzy looking slate colored sedan.
I wasn't in to cars so I didn't know what make it was but even I could see it screamed money.
I could feel the tension elevating behind me and even beside me.
Archer was hot but even Percy seemed pissed despite his earlier warning to us not to get riled.
That just made me more nervous.
The stranger stepped forward.
All five men did so as well, forming a solid wall of protection in front of me.
I peaked between the gaps of Archer and Noah.
The men were too tall for me to see over their shoulders.
I had no idea what the stranger was doing now or the expression on his face.
I very much wanted to see that.
The last smirking smile he had shown in the club still lingered in my mind.
It had been a smile like no other.
It scared me but it also... I couldn't put words to what exactly it did to me but it did make me curious.
As I peeped through, I watched the man tilt his head and peer through the small space himself, trying to make eye contact with me.
He smiled when his eyes met mine.
That strange tingly zip of energy worked its way up my spine again, chill bumps covered my arms.
I rubbed at them.
My actions made the stranger's smile grow.
I had the strangest feeling the man knew what he was doing to me and that made me fidget even more.
"Jackson?" the man softly called to me.
I froze.
The small chill bumps multiplied.
How did he know my name?
My friends cursed as I heard the stranger chuckle.
He was enjoying the reaction he had gotten by knowing my name.
I shivered again.
"Jackson Ji Park," he called again, his deep voice drawling out my name with perfect pronunciation, playing games with my breathing.
"How do you know his name?" Percy asked, putting his arms up and out, blocking the friends from moving forward as he knew they were wanting to do.
The stranger smiled and winked at me.
"I know him because he works for me."
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